Ten years at sea

TEN YEARSAT SEA

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John McAleerCurator of Imperial and Maritime History

My PhD thesis focused on the representation of landscape, exploration and empire in 18th- and early-19th-century southern Africa. Following the completion of my doctorate, I developed interests in Atlantic history, focus-ing on the slave trade, abolition, and British missionary and military in-volvement in the Caribbean and Canada. Recently, I have been working on military and scientific networks in Britain’s Indian Ocean World. I am also co-editing a collection of essays on the subject of Curating Empire: Museums and the British Imperial Experience.

Areas of research and interest

My research focuses on the British encounter and engagement with the wider world in the 18th and 19th centuries. Areas of interest include:

• TheBritishpresenceinthesouthernAtlanticandIndianOceans,especially the Cape of Good Hope and St Helena• Slavetrades,slaveryandtheirsuppression• Britishnaval,militaryandmissionaryactivityinAfrica,Asiaandthe Caribbean• TheRoyalNavyandempire• ThepublicrecognitionandcommemorationofBritishnavalandmilitary figures and campaigns• Museums,collectingandtheirrelationshiptoempire

Selected publicationsBooks

• RepresentingAfrica:Landscape,ExplorationandEmpireinSouth-ern Africa, 1780–1870 (Manchester: Manchester University Press, 2010)• (WithH.V.BowenandRobertJ.Blyth),MonsoonTraders:theMaritimeWorldoftheEastIndiaCompany(London:Scala,2011)

Edited collections

• (EditedwithSarahLongair),CuratingEmpire:Museumsandthe British Imperial Experience (Manchester: Manchester University Press, 2012)

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Philip RentellBiography

Tim BassBiography

Phil PringBiography

ALifeunderwayPhilip Rentell

Origins of the modern racing dinghyTim Bass

Rowing the AtlanticPhil Pring

Theoldman&theseaErnest Hemingway

Full circleEllen MacArthur

Moby DickHerman Melville

20,000LeaguesundertheseaJulesVerne

Editorial extractsVarious

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SECTIONONEBIOGRAPHIES OF PHILIP RENTELL, TIM BASS & PHIL PRING

‘Those who have once listened to the siren

songs of the ocean bed never return to land’

Philippe Diole

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Philip Rentell

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Tim Bass

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Phil Pring

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SECTIONTWOLECTURE TRANSCRIPTS FROM RENTELL, BASS & PRING

Rentell:

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A Life Underway

A Life Underway

Philip Rentell

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Rentell:

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quam venenatis vestibulum.

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A Life Underway

Philip Rentell

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The origin of the modern racing dinghy

Tim Bass

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Rowing the Atlantic

Phil Pring

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Phil Pring

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SECTIONTHREEA VARIETY OF EXTRACTS FROM BOOKS ABOUT THE SEA

The old man& the sea

Ernest Heminway

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky and the boy had gone at their or-ders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and thesailthatwasfurledaroundthemast.Thesailwaspatchedwith flour sacks and, furled; it looked like the flag of perma-nent defeat.

He was asleep in a short time and he dreamed of Africa when he was a boy and the long golden beaches and the white beaches, so white they hurt your eyes, and the high capes and the great brown mountains. He lived along that coast now every night and in his dreams he heard the surf roar and saw the native boats come riding through it. He smelled the tar and oakum of the deck as he slept and he smelled the smell of Africa that the land breeze brought at morning.

Usually when he smelled the land breeze he woke up and dressed to go and wake the boy. But tonight the smell of the land breeze came very early and he knew it was too early in his dream and went on dreaming to see the white peaks of the Is-lands rising from the sea and then he dreamed of the different harbours and roadsteads of the CanaryIslands.

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now andofthelionsonthebeach.Theyplayedlikeyoungcatsinthe dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open

‘Nothing is sure in a sea fight’

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door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on. He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy. He was shivering with the morning cold. But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing.

Thedoorofthehousewheretheboylivedwasunlockedand he opened it and walked in quietly with his bare feet. Theboywasasleeponacotinthefirstroomandtheoldman could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon. He took hold of one foot gently and held ituntiltheboywokeandturnedandlookedathim.Theoldman nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on.

Theoldmanwentoutthedoorandtheboycameafterhim. He was sleepy and the “.old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry

“.QuaVa,”theboysaid.“Itiswhatamanmustdo.”Theywalkeddowntheroadtotheoldman’sshackandall

along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, car-rying the masts of their boats.

When they reached the old man’s shack the boy took the rolls of line in the basket and the harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder.

“Doyouwantcoffee?”theboyasked”“We’llputthegearintheboatandthengetsome.”Theyhadcoffeefromcondensedmilkcansatanearly

morning place that served fishermen.“Howdidyousleepoldman?”theboyasked.Hewas

wakingupnow,itwasstillhardforhimtoleavehissleep.”“Verywell,Manolin,”theoldmansaid.“Ifeelconfident.”

“SodoI,”theboysaid.“NowImustgetyoursardinesandmine and your fresh baits.

“He brings our gear himself. He never wants anyone to carryanything.”

“We’redifferent,”theoldmansaid.“Iletyoucarrythingswhenyouwerefiveyearsold’”

“Iknowit,”theboysaid.“I’llberightback.Haveanothercoffee.Wehavecredithere.”

He walked off, bare-footed on the coral rocks, to the ice house where the baits were stored.

Theoldmandrankhiscoffeeslowly.Itwasallhewouldhave all day and he knew that he should take it. For a long time now eating had bored him and he never carried a lunch. He had a bottle of water in the bow of the skiff and that was all he needed for the day.

Theboywasbacknowwiththesardinesandthetwobaitswrapped in a newspaper and they went down the trail to the skiff, feeling the pebbled sand under their feet, and .lifted the skiffandslidherintothewater.”

“Goodluckoldman.”Good luck, the old man said. He fitted the rope lashings

of the oars onto the thole pins and, leaning forward against the thrust of the blades in the water, he began to row out of theharborinthedark.Therewereotherboatsfromtheotherbeaches going out to sea and the old man heard the dip and push of their oars even though he could not see them now the moon was below the hills.

Sometimes someone would speak in a boat. But most oftheboatsweresilentexceptforthedipoftheoars.Theyspread apart after they were out of the mouth of the harbor

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and each one headed for the part of the ocean where he hopedtofindfish.Theoldmanknewhewasgoingfaroutand he left the smell of the land behind and rowed out into the clean early morning smell of the ocean. He saw the phosphorescence of the Gulf weed in the water as he rowed over the part of the ocean that the fishermen called the great well because there was a sudden deep of seven hundred fathoms where all sorts offish congregated because of the swirl the current made against the steep walls of the floor of the ocean. Here there were concentrations of shrimp and bait fish and sometimes schools of squid in the deepest holes and these rose close to the surface at night where all the wan-dering fish fed on them.

In the dark the old man could feel the morning coming and as he rowed he heard the trembling sound as flying fish left the water and the hissing that their stiff set wings made as they soared away in the darkness. He was very fond of flying fish as they were his principal friends on the ocean. He was sorry for the birds, especially the small delicate dark terns that were always flying and looking and almost never finding, and he, thought the birds have a harder life than we do except for the robber birds and the heavy strong ones. Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel? She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so sud-denly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.

He always thought of the sea as la mar which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a woman. Some of the younger fish-ermen, those who used buoys as floats for their lines and had motorboats, bought when the shark livers had brought

muchmoney,spokeofheraselmarwhichismasculine.Theyspoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enemy. But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as some-thing that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild orwickedthingsitwasbecauseshecouldnothelpthem.Themoon affects her as it does a woman, he thought

He was rowing steadily and it was no effort for him since he kept well within his speed and the surface of the ocean was flat except for the occasional swirls of the current. He was letting the current do a third of the work and as it started to be light he saw he was already further out than he had hoped to be at this hour.

I worked the deep wells for a week and did nothing, he thought. Today I’ll work out where the schools of bonito and albacore are and maybe there will be a big one with them.

Before it was really light he had his baits out and was drifting with the current. One bait was down forty fathoms.

Thesecondwasatseventy-fiveandthethirdandfourthwere down in the blue water at one hundred and one hun-dred and twenty-five fathoms. Each bait hung head down with the shank of the hook inside the bait fish, tied and sewed solid and all the projecting part of the hook, the curve and the point, was covered with fresh sardines. Each sardine was hooked through both eyes so that they made a half-gar-landontheprojectingsteel.Therewasnopartofthehookthat a great fish could feel which was not sweet smelling and good tasting.

Theboyhadgivenhimtwofreshsmalltunas,oralba-cores, which hung on the two deepest lines like plummets and, on the others, he had a big blue runner and a yellow jack that had been used before; but they were in good condition still and had the excellent sardines to give them scent and at-

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tractiveness. Each line, as thick around as a big pencil, was looped onto a green-sapped stick so that any pull or touch on the bait would make the stick dip and each line had two forty-fathom coils which could be made fast to the other spare coils so that, if it were necessary, a fish could take out over three hundred fathoms of line

Now the man watched the dip of the three sticks over the side of the skiff and rowed gently to keep the lines straight up and down and at their proper depths. It was quite light and any moment now the sun would rise.

Thesunrosethinlyfromtheseaandtheoldmancouldsee the other boats, low on the water and well in toward theshore,spreadoutacrossthecurrent.Thenthesunwasbrighter and the glare came on the water and then, as it rose clear, the flat sea sent it back at his eyes so that it hurt sharply and he rowed without looking into it. He looked down into the water and watched the lines that went straight down into the dark of the water. He kept them straighter than anyone did, so that at each level in the darkness of the stream there would be bait waiting exactly where he wished it to be for any fish that swam there. Others let them drift with the current and sometimes they were at sixty fathoms when the fishermen thought they were at a hundred.

But, he thought, I keep them with precision. Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? May be today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact.Thenwhenluckcomesyouareready

Thesunwastwohourshighernowanditdidnothurthiseyessomuchtolookintotheeast.Therewereonlythreeboats in sight now and they showed very low and far inshore.

All my life the early sun has hurt my eyes, he thought. Yet they are still good. In the evening I can look straight

into it without getting the blackness. It has more force in the evening too. But in the morning it is painful.

Just then he saw a man-of-war bird with his long black wings circling in the sky ahead of him. He made a quick drop, slanting down on his back-swept wings, and then cir-cled again.

“He’sgotsomething,”theoldmansaidaloud.“He’snotjustlooking.”

He rowed slowly and steadily toward where the bird was circling. He did not hurry and he kept his lines straight up and down. But he crowded the current a little so that he was still fishing correctly though faster than he would have fished if he was not trying to use the bird.

Thebirdwenthigherintheairandcircledagain,hiswingsmotionless.Thenhedovesuddenlyandtheoldmansaw flying fish spurt out of the water and sail desperately over the surface.

“Dolphin,”theoldmansaidaloud.“Bigdolphin.”He shipped his oars and brought a small line from under

the bow. It had a wire leader and a medium-sized hook and he baited it with one of the sardines. He let it go over the sideandthenmadeitfasttoaringboltinthestern.Thenhebaited another line and left it coiled in the shade of the bow. He went back to rowing and to watching the long-winged black bird who was working, now, low over the water.

As he watched the bird dipped again slanting his wings for the dive and then swinging them wildly and ineffectu-allyashefollowedtheflyingfish.Theoldmancouldseethe slight bulge in the water that the big dolphin raised as theyfollowedtheescapingfish.Thedolphinwerecuttingthrough the water below the flight of the fish and would be

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in the water, driving at speed, when the fish dropped. It is a bigschoolofdolphin,hethought.Theyarewidespreadandtheflyingfishhavelittlechance.Thebirdhasnochance.Theflying fish are too big for him and they go too fast.

He watched the flying fish burst out again and again and theineffectualmovementsofthebird.Thatschoolhasgottenawayfromme,hethought.Theyaremovingouttoofastandtoo far. But perhaps I will pick up a stray and perhaps my big fish is around them. My big fish must be somewhere.

Thecloudsoverthelandnowroselikemountainsandthecoast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills be-hindit.Thewaterwasadarkbluenow,sodarkthatitwasal-most purple. As he looked down into it he saw the red sifting of the plankton in the dark water and the strange light the sun made now. He watched his lines to see them go straight down out of sight into the water and he was happy to see so muchplanktonbecauseitmeantfish.Thestrangelightthesun made in the water, now that the sun was high, meant good weather and so did the shape of the clouds over the land. But the bird was almost out of sight now and nothing showed on the surface of the water but some, patches of yellow, sun-bleached Sargasso weed and the purple, formal-ized, iridescent gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war floating dose beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind it in the water.

‘Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for.’

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Full Circle

Ellen McArthur

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“You don’t fear for your life in the middle of a storm,

you can’t really afford to,”

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Moby Dick

Herman Melville

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20,000 Leagues under the Sea

Jules Verne

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mus. Cras justo odio, dapibus ac facilisis in, egestas eget quam. Aenean eu leo quam. Pellentesque ornare sem lacinia quamvenenatisvestibulum.Vestibulumidligulaportafeliseuismod semper. Maecenas sed diam eget risus varius blandit sit amet non magna. Cras justo odio, dapibus ac facilisis in, egestas eget quam. Maecenas sed diam eget risus varius blandit sit amet non magna.

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Voyages of a simple sailorRoger D. Taylor

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Close to the windPete Goss

Maiden VoyageT.Aebis

The long wayBernard Moitessier

Over the topAdrian Flanagan

‘The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears

or the sea’

A voyage for madmenPeter Nichols

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‘If I had been born two-hundred years ago,

I would have been a sailor.’

Documents

Ten years at sea