cei pasionati de navigatie pot ajunge uneori sa traiasca pe pielea lor intamplari cu pirati, chiar in zilele noastre
asta e povestea unui canadian care cu putin noroc a evitat sa fie abordat
"A little after noon on our second full day off the bank. I spotted a large fishing boat that appear some 3 miles off our port bow. It was moving fast as it crossed our bow and I was relieved to see that it appeared to be carrying on to the north. I watched it intently through the binoculars as it passed and just when I thought we were in the clear. The fishing boat made a tight turn, pointing his bow towards us, then it came to a stop.
We were hoping that he was just fishing but after a closer look, I could not see any fishing gear, nets or people on the aft deck. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. The fishing boat drifted down to us then fell in line astern of us about a mile back. We altered course several times and each time he matched our heading and speed. This went on for almost an hour and I was now sure that he had his sites on us. But he did not approach, so I said to Jackie, “I bet he is waiting for another boat to arrive before he boards us.
I was so convinced that we were a target that I got on the radio and broadcast a “MayDay” with our position and that were about to be boarded by pirates. Surprisingly I received no radio response. ( was later told that the Pirates were probably Jamming my radio call by broadcasting music at the same time) We did hear music several times.
About an hour and half after all this started I spotted a second vessel, again about 3 miles out running flat out and on an intercept course with us.
“Well it looks like his buddy has finally arrived Jackie and I think we are about to get boarded!” It was looking like that, one boat would attack from behind while the other cut us off. There were two, 45 foot to 60 foot steel fishing boats closing in on us.
In preparation for what appeared to be the inevitable, I dropped down below to hide some of my valuables. Monies were split up and my good navigational computer was hidden. If the boat was stripped and they let us be, I would need a means of navigation as we were still 180 miles from anywhere.
That done I went back on deck to find that both boats were closing in and fast. There was little to do other than wait till they came in range then I would have a decision to make.
As I peered forward past the second fishing boat I sited a dark shadow on the horizon. It was another vessel, it was a big containership. A flood of relief filled me as I snatched up the radio microphone. The officer of the watch answered right away and I quickly told him of our situation while describing the Pirate ships and there relative positions.
Upon siting the ship the two fishing vessels turned back to the south and headed off at full throttle. Within 15 minutes the great ship passed between Maiatla and the pirates. I made a full report to the ship’s officer who then said that he would notify the authorities."
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