John
the Whale
Few remember John...his lastname - Kvalstad -
"Whalecity"...supposedly, in Norwegian. A big man in stature, though diminshed
due to his age when I met him. A nicer fellow you'd ever meet...everyone liked
John.
John sailed as an
Able Bodied Seaman...he was a seaman, as so many Norwegians were during the
Great Patriotic War - WW2. I met him when I first started sailing as an Ordinary
Seaman...we were shipmates on the Mobil Oil tanker Providence Socony back in
'51.
One evening I visited
the pilot house just to watch our progress up the East River...I was a
dayworker, and had no business up there, but everyone on occasion would visit.
On this occasion, I entered the wheelhouse at the moment John was telling the
Captain - France P. Gardner middle initial stood for what he was, [1] that he was
right...John was saying: "Oh manamo Captain...you were absolutely right!" The
Captain came back with: "You think so John...you think the Chief was wrong?",
and John repeated: "Oh manamo Captain...you were absolutely
right!"
John had heard the
skipper, and the Chief Engineer in a heated discussion in the mess hall just
before the change of the watch, and watched the skipper storm out of the
messhall, heading to the wheelhouse to relieve the watch...the skipper stood
watch on the Providence. John followed a short while
later.
"I think I was right
John." continued the Captain. "Vell you tink...vell I'll save you alot tinking,
because I knew ( ( know ) John pronounced "know" like "knew" ) you was right, Captain."
said John.
Hearing
that, the skipper said to me: "Go back aft sonny, and see if the mate is still
up...he's probably in the messhall. If he is, send him up here."
I found the mate
still up, and told him the captain wanted him. The Chief was still in the
messhall, when the Captain burst in, and told the Chief - Jack Crossways [2] -
Chief Engineer, that John The Whale said that he was right, and that he - the Chief was
wrong.
Hearing this, the
Chief said: "Well, right after you left, John told me I was right...now what do
you think of that?" They both had a good laugh, and the skipper returned to the
wheelhouse still laughing.
It's doubtful the
skipper confronted John about this, because everyone liked John...everyone was
"right" with John.
It was a sad night
when I had to carry John piggy-back up the ladder to the dock, and his awaiting
taxi...his back had finally given in on him, and he, and all of us knew he
wasn't returning. None of us knew of his private life, but assumed he lived
alone. We never heard from, or of him again.
[1] "middle initial stood for what he was" was always said after saying his name...it became part of his name even if one didn't feel that way. [2] Cantankerous individual, always whining...seemingly. Click Here or on Back to Return. |