Captain John Smith and the sea rescue

A made up story wrote on the behalf of a heroic prawn boat captain.

It was a cold winters night and we were at sea on our small prawn trawler. The waves were high, flying over the bow,over the wheel house roof and crashing on the deck with a thunderous clatter.The swell of the sea was high too. It was that high you felt like you were on one of them rollercoaster rides at blackpool pleasure beach.
At this stage me being skipper had to decide to head home as we were near to our home harbour of Drummore in Dumfriesshire.
Anyway me being captain of all sorts of boats for more than 40 years knew whenit was unsafe to be at sea and despite my love for fishing was not taking the risk of harming my two other crew men so I started heading home.
So while I have a second or two to spare as I slowly move the ragged old rust bucket of a boat through the rough wild sea I will stop being so rude and introduce myself and my crew.
I am captain John smith and my two crew men are Michael Clark and Declan Harvey.Oh and I almost forgot the name of the boat instead of me reframing it as a rust bucket. Mind due it is rough looking but I say the christy anne is one of the most reliable boats I have ever had.
Back to the rough Irish sea now. I then shout the guys in off the deck as it becomes far to dangerous to be on deck out there in that weather. You could easily go overboard but gladly that doesn't happen.
The trip into Drummore harbour took longer than usual because of the weather conditions and would normally take us half an hour but actually takes us an hour and a half.
As we get closer you could see the light beams over the waves from the mull of galloway lighthouse.It was a sign we were nearly home safe and sound.
The waves were crashing around the cliffs of the mull aswell and you couldn't help but notice we were the only boat at see. It was a real wake up call to how rough it could be at sea.
As we pulled into the harbour its not a very big one anyone and there's only an odd lobster boat and a couple of yatches. We tied up for the night and went home for the rest of the evening.

The next day we all returned to unload the boat to the fish mongers van and get a payment check for our hard work. The fish monger turned up we loaded his small van and got paid. I was planing on going back to sea but it was still to rough. So everyone went home and spent time with there familys.

Two days later and the storm was behind us. It was the most beautiful winters morning with the sun shining and the nice crisp frost. We all met at the harbour and done our final prep before leaving for sea once again.

The sea was that calm it was like a mill pond. The only movement was the movement of the boat. The fresh sea air, the sqwealing gulls, the noise of the engine churning up the water. This was a hundred percent the life.

We reached the fishing grounds half an hour later and started putting the pots down . This job took us more than six hours.
Things were going absaloutly perfect. We never had such a lucky day. Lifting pots, emptying them of prawns and dropping them into the sea again to catch more.
Night soon drew in and the stars were all twinkling on the cold and frosty night.

We continued to work hard into the night until the most strangest thing I have ever seen had happened. It was a life changing incident. A matter of life and death you could of said.It started of with something flying over the boat really low with no lights and the next a crash into the sea.
I called coast guard and went to the scene since we were close. By now the what was soon identified as a private jet was on fire and people were swimming around in the water screaming.
As we soon got to the crash area we quickly decided to take drastic measures as I knew if you stay in that water too long you will freeze to death. We quickly started grabbing people out of the sea until we got everyone. Well that's what we had thought. We soon learned that the pilot of the plane was still aboard.
Me being the strongest swimmer jumped in the sea, climbed aboard the burning wreckage and went to the pilot.
He had his leg trapped between a seat and the dashboard.
I quickly got him loose and he told me that he was unable to walk as he had a brocken leg so I carried him all the way even when I was swimming back to the boat.
By now the rescue helecopter was there and life boats. The pilot of the jet got air lifted due to his leg injury and the rest was taken by life boats to land to be examind by medical personell.
As for us we headed home cashed in our prawns and had a well deserved holiday.
We are now known as heros and because of our actions that day everyone was rescued and they all lived happily ever after. We were told it was an electric fault in the plane that caused the light and all the controls to melfunction. People always say we are brave for what we done. I always say " we are just fisherman". Right now we are still fighting the weather and catching you prawns for you prawn cocktails. So long. Until we meet again.

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[Robert Baillie]

Its my first attempt at a story. Worth a try though.