|Image of the Bounty via the Bounty Facebook Page|
This depth of feeling I had as a child has not abated. For better or worse, I feel it all and I am completely gutted by the loss of the H.M.S. Bounty. When I opened my twitter feed yesterday morning and saw the news she had been abandoned by her crew, my heart dropped. As the morning went on and details emerged that two crew members were missing and the majestic ship had surrendered to the raging waters of the Atlantic, my heart sank further. Having been at sea in less than ideal conditions (but never in anything remotely close to a hurricane) I can only imagine what the captain and his crew were dealing with. The emotions they felt. The fear and adrenaline that pulsed through their veins. The uncertainty of what lay ahead. When raw nature bears her teeth at you, it's scary. I have been in two life and death situations in my life, and I can tell you two things: 1) it's surreal and 2) you think very, very clearly. You are wide-eyed and you will never be more present than in those moments. That's my experience anyway.
|Image taken by the Coast Guard of the sinking Bounty.|
At the time of writing this, fourteen of sixteen crew members are safe ashore. One of the missing crew members, Claudine Christian, was found unresponsive and pronounced dead shortly after. The captain, Mr. Robin Walbridge, is still lost at sea. While the loss of these two sailors is devastating, this tragedy could have been a total catastrophe if not for the heroics of the men and women of the US Coast Guard who rescued the fourteen survivors. It is an incredibly brave feat to routinely risk your life to save the life of a stranger and this is exactly what they do, day in and day out. These men and women are true heros.
My heart and prayers go out to the entire Bounty family. She was a majestic ship who's site I'm sure ignited a thousand dreams and let loose countless imaginations. The seas are a little less beautiful without her sailing on them. May she rest in peace.