maritime salvage tales of the unexpected
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Roosendaal, the Netherlands,
March 08, 2009
Dear reader,
First time I am trying Sea-speak here, English
in a simple form that I learned along the way.
Following, you will find some info about my
person.
Author: G. A. C. Theunisse.
Short: Geert Theunisse.
Born: 06 -15 -1941. Nationality: Dutch.
Family status: Since 1970 happily married to
Rina. (One son).
Occupation: Former owner of a Maritime-
Salvage-Company (retired).
Bio: A bit too long Im afraid
Started in 1973 with a small but later-on
rather well known Salvage Company,
situated along the River Volkerak, a part of theformer estuary waters of the North Sea in the
Zuid-Holland en Zeeland Provinces of The
Netherlands. In time, I acquired a solid status
as a Government paid Rescue and Firefighting
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station, and also official status as a SAR Unit.
A Search and Rescue Unit resorting under the
Coastguard part of the Dutch Navy.
I managed to keep up with this tough and
heavy line of work until the end of 1995. Then,
the old sack of bones was finally letting me
down. I sold the place and we, my wife and I,
wandered off into the great wide world. We did
so by private boat of course. We made a five-
year long trip, visiting many countries and
places. Among them, we spend two years by
far the best in fact - on the Eastern Seaboard
from the great, great USA.
And Im not kissing ass here!During my work in the salvage business, I did
725 salvage and rescue jobs on all kinds of
ships, in the greatest possible variety of
difficulties. Some of them right down
dangerous, some of them easy. All those jobsare also as many stories. Some of them,
actually most of them, happy ending, some
ending funny and some sad.
During the last years from our long boat-trip, I
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started reminiscing about some of those stories
again, and since I kept the whole lot pretty well
documented, I sat down to write about them.
Why in the world should you read my books?
Wellhuh, because I sort of was asked for.
When we traveled along the Eastern Seaboard,
from Key-West, FL in the south, up to Camden,
NJ in the north, vice-versa, twice, we met many
other boaters, as well as shore-people of
course. Among them were, besides a large
number of US-civilians, also many people from
your Coastguard, Firefighters, Police, folks
from Sea-tow and Boat-US, etc, all visiting usonboard and vice-versa. We had long and
pleasant talks with everybody about everything,
having a wonderful good time, those two years
over there with you folks.
They liked also my maritime stories, a lot infact. Better still, all of them feverously
applauded the idea about writing them down
once, and they finally pushed me into it.
Sowell, this is the main reason that you are
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reading this.
My writing is not fiction; it is straight out of real
life. The good life we lived and survived so far.
Challenges and hardship, but also joyful, even
glorious moments, are plentiful in my stories, I
didnt need to beef them up. They happened as
I wrote them down. To be honest, I did not care
much for any more artificial thrills anyway,
working as I was in a very real and sometimes
wild trade.
Of course, I started to write the manuscripts in
my native tongue, being Dutch. When the first
one was finished, I tried to get it published,
tried that is. Anyway, The Netherlands is just avery tiny country with a rather small readers
audience, and would-be writers growing in
abundance.
Therefore, now I just started trying to write in
English, mutilating this beautiful language inthe process, and very probably causing all by
myself the reason that I shall flunk it also this
time. At least I try to flunk in front of a much
bigger readers-audience now!
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My poor and insufficient excuse is that I never
studied any foreign language. Now that I come
to think of it, I didnt study much about
anything! I somewhat, somehow just picked
things up by occasion along the line that is
called life.
From my little notion of the English language, I
learned most during our extended visits of the
United States. So if its really crap, dont blame
me, blame my teachers and hit delete to finish
me off!
As soon as I finish one manuscript in proper
English, I will let you know.
Anyhow, this English writing of me, I guess, isthe same gamble like back in the old days,
arriving at the scene of a vessel in trouble,
almost sank already, sky-high grounded,
helplessly drifting without engine or rudder in
stormy weather, or engulfed in roaring flames:If we dont try it now, we sure loose it!
Therefore, we went on, working our tail off
again
Yours truly, Geert Theunisse
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Salvage tug Furie-3, still going strong today
From the book: Hurricanes & side effects
Copyright Geert Theunisse 2004
Preface
Those are little but true stories and all names,
ships and institutions are very real. I did not
feel like changing anything of them because
some folks just dont deserve that. Some
mentioned people just deserve being named
because of their genuine and positive attitude
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every odd time when you call on them. Some
of the named institutions just deserve to being
exposed by all means and methods, and thats
all there is to it. Particularly one of them
happens to be the Dutch Government
The following little tale is about the difficulties
of a small- scale ships salvage company, about
the wonderful things that can happen in the
tough daily existence and adventures of this
trade. I dont emphasize especially now the
hard labor on waves in turmoil and all that crap,
but more about the stuff that should follow after
the job is been done well. This time I mean
collecting the cold hard cash!Especially this part of the job can sometimes
lead to nice and even slightly hilarious
situations of great mystification and suspense,
during which enterprises one can end up at
thrilling locations and meeting unusual people.With great pleasure, I sometimes linger back
into those adventures.
Have Fun! Geert Theunisse
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HURRICANE AT THE HARINGVLIET
By Geert Theunisse
FOREPLAY
January 31, 1983 was itblowing like hell in a
terrible blizzard when the empty British coaster
Greta-C - with indeed very little ballast taken
in - entered the port of Dintelsas. The tide was
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just dead-high, with another 4 Ft on top of it,
because of the very strong wind blowing for
two days now and driving vast amounts of
surge water from the North Sea into the
Eastern-Scheld estuary.
Greta was heading for the Lock, but this had
temporary closed, with the double red lights on
because of the high water. Therefore, she first
had to tie-up at the jetty on her starboard side
to wait before the lock could reopen again. The
wind was wild and straight off. The Bosun and
two deckhands managed to fasten a bow-
spring, in the three seconds that the captain
could close-in the bow to the jetty enough, andthe ship started slowly to try moving her stern
towards the jetty. This is common and even
standard procedure to handle a vessel of this
small sizeunder normal circumstances. Ships
of this size very seldom ask for tug assistancefor mooring and/or any other harbor
movements, for economic reasons, of course.
However, because of a very nasty outburst of
wind at the precise moment the slowly
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swinging ship started to expose her starboard
broadside more and more to the wind forces -
building up multiple Tons of pressure on this
large and still growing surface - the Captain,
already in need of significant horsepower to
keep sweet Greta moving in the first place,
gave another push against the telegraph for
more power on the propeller
Heavy and large, sticky flakes of horizontal
wind-driven snow had first completely covered
the wheelhouse front windows, and was now
very rapidly blinding the starboard side
windows, isolating the captain behind the
wheel from the outside world, totally blurringhis sight on the jettyand causing him to think
that his ship was not moving any more. So
again, he pushed the throttle just a little more -
close to full power now - with the rudder
already hard to port; doing so, quadrupling theforces on the rope because of the angles
between the rudder, the ships hull, the wind
force, and the bow-spring, finally resulting in a
terrible - fatal - strain on the poor bow spring
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That is why this rope finally snapped, and in no
time, the coaster taken by the wind smashed
onto the rocky boulders from which the dike on
the windward canal side had been built.
From a nearby farmhouse, the crash was
clearly seen and the terrifying droning - BANG -
loudly heard. Thus, the farmer called me:
Geert, I dont believe that everything goes well
at the Lock-entrance. Maybe you should take a
look over there.
I pulled the whistle from my salvage tug Fury-2
twice shortly to call for my runner Tony and a
few minutes later the two of us went over there;
and sure the Captain liked it very much beinghauled off that rocky spot he landed on. Like
because of the water very soon going down a
good twelve Ft. or so, and all that crap
P... Please, help me out of here very quickly! If
thats possible at all?We placed the towrope at her stern and with
one mighty swing; we pulled dear Greta from
the rocks and back into the deep! Fury-2 nearly
capsized in the process, but it sure helped. The
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British Captain in great relieve, hung bungling
on his whistle cord for quite some time! Tony
came to the wheelhouse, still a little pale
around his nose and told me: Well, I couldve
nicely tarred our portside-chime a minute ago
but couldnt find the tar bucket quick
enough!
With Fury-2, we maneuvered Gretas stern
against the end of the jetty and she moored
securely now, with their heaviest rope. Then
they dropped our towrope and we pushed the
vessels bow towards the jetty, were after she
tied-up fore and aft firm and strong. Everybody
was happy again, especially the Insurance-people from Greta. Well, okay, okay, me too,
after a wile when the Mailman came again
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Salvage tug Fury-2, BHP 600.
Main engine Deutz VM-536, 400 Hp.
CLIMAXFebruary 1, 83: the weather had slowly
deteriorated into a grim prospect when two
minesweepers: HMS NAARDEN and HMS
OMMEN from the Royal Dutch Navy were
approaching the Sea-lock at Stellendam toquickly flee inside before all hell would break
loose.
At home we, of course, heard them talking with
the Lockmaster on VHF channel 13. We just
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had lunch at midday when those people started
their little chat on VHF-13, (Whats in a
number?) Just yoking between two bites, I
said to Rina, Boy, if one of those ships would
run aground one day! Sky-high with them balls
on a nice, big flat sandbank! That would be
something else, wouldnt it?
I was just yoking, fooling around a bit! I swear I
was! Ask Rina!
However, I was still busy writing my report
about Greta-C, so I admit, this little outspoken
wishful thinking was a bit naughty and greedy
of me. Meanwhile, it blew strongly, at least 40
knots all the time and it peaked to 50 knots andhigher in the heavy blizzards. The weather-
forecast warned for a very severe storm with
60 knots or more from the northwest in the next
24 hours. This forecast really came thru. In
evening hours, it deteriorated from already verybad to even worse.
At midnight, the phone rang. I stumbled out of
my bunk, all sleepy, and picked up the
receiver. Leonard Koese, the Skipper from the
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lifeboat Zeemanspot from Stellendam was
online: Yo, Geert! Did you got it?
What, Leonard? I sleep at most nights,
Leonard. You know, eyes closed, snoring and
all that.
Youre Nuts! Who sleeps with this kind of
weather? Listen, man! Two minesweepers from
the Navy in big trouble close to Middelharnis!
Theyre working on channel 13! Huh? Do I pull
your leg? No, you fruitcake! Are you still
sleeping? I aint yoking! Get on with it, do you
hear! Go! Go with this tug of yours and make it
real snappy! ?...!...?...!
I was wide-awake now.Okay, okay, Leonard! Thanks, man! Im on my
way now!
I slam the phone down and step in one leg of
my trousers. The telephone ringing again
Jan, the Lockmaster from the Volkerak-Locksonline:
Geert! Drag your lazy ass onboard and go,
man! Two minesweepers aground on the
Haringvliet near Middelharnis, yelling, and
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begging like crazy for tug-assistance! Its about
the OMMEN and NAARDEN, you know them!
We have contact with them on VHF! Get going,
man! We have a lock ready and waiting for
you! Go, go, and go!
Damn! Yeah, Jan, yeah, Im coming! Im there
in few minutes or so!
Jesus Gimme a break here!
First, my other leg in my pants!
Meanwhile, the Lockmaster notified the ships
that he had contacted me and confirmed that I
was proceeding. Before leaving, I make just
one quick phone call to my faithful and well-
trained runners, Theo and Ruud, sound asleepin their bunks at the little Den Bommel village.
Hey, guys! A.S.A.P. to the Volkerak-Locks
please!
Right-on, were underway as of now!
Five minutes later, I was on my way with Fury-2, out of the harbor and onto the completely
berserk waters of the Volkerak. I had a straight
downwind ride to the lock and tried to do full-
speed, of course, being in a bloody hurry as I
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was. Bad idea! Because of too much speed, I
almost managed to broach heavily two times.
When one is sailing downwind with a real good
blow, the large waves tend to stick under your
ass for too long, with the result that the rudder
is dangling in relatively still water, having about
the same speed as the boat has. Then the
pressure on the rudders flanks gets too low
and varying too much, which makes that one is
steering ones boat in a way that it looks if one
has gulped down a whole bottle of gin in a
record short time. This was not the case of
course, not in the middle of the night and with
50 knots of wind! Luckily, it was also pitch-black dark and no other ships sailing on this
mad water anymore, so nobody saw it A little
less throttle did the trick.
In the lock, Theo and Ruud just climbing down
the ladder in the lock wall, the intercom-speaker clicks. Jans voice sounded, Hey you,
nutty bunch off wild sea-horses! Take care will
you? The Anemometer here is ticking 60 knots
now, you know! It never blows below 55
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anymore! As long as you, guys know that, hey!
Be careful out there!
Yes, Jan! Sure, Jan! Well be good boys, Jan.
Thank you, man!
And out we went. Out from the lock harbor and
entering the three-mile wide Hollands-Deep we
quickly got Jans drift. The wind was already
slowly veering to the west and went from very
bad to very nasty. The sea state was
deteriorating quickly. Spray was flying over the
whole boat all the time, with large white
explosions of water and foam against the pitch-
black darkened sky; a mighty and splendid
sight to whom who can appreciate it.Just as we passed underneath the Haringvliet-
Bridge the patrol-vessel RWS-17 from Dutch
Traffic-Control came after us, out of the
Dordrecht direction. Normally, these patrol
boats go easily twice as much our speed,overtaking us as if we just dropped an anchor
or two. Not tonight, no Sir! They followed us on
a little distance behind and with no intention
what so ever to overtake us. It just was not any
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sort of hurry-up weather anymore!
Meanwhile, we made VHF contact, of course,
with the two minesweepers. About the exact
position, the situation, and how they were
doing and so on. You know: the reassuring
soothing kind of small talk in this kind of
situations.
Well, they were aground just opposite of the
so-called NATO-jetty in the Navy Practice
Area, a mile or so east from Middelharnis. And
they were not doing great either they told us,
having the distinct feeling that both ships were
still dragging higher on the sandbank, ever
further away from the fairway buoys.That was very much possible, of course. Those
old US-Navy designed minesweepers are 45
Meters long, but they have a height-above-
water and wind-catch that is more appropriate
for a ship twice that length. On top of that,those are very light-built ships, of wood! Both
Commanders reported us that sometimes they
could hear loud cracking and squeaking
noises, deep down in both their ships...
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The weather was completely off the rocker
now. It screamed and howled all the time,
sounding terrible even inside the safety of our
wheelhouse. This big, fat low-revs Deutz
engine of Fury-2 blasting at full power, stiff up
to the safety pin, of course, banging and
smashing into the steep waves in the Vuile-Gat
fairway between the island of Tiengemeeten
and the Zuid-Holland shore. A mighty feeling
that is! Just mighty!
Almost out of the Vuile-Gat, we got a radar-
echo of the vessels, way of on the bank and
400 to 500 yards apart. A little later, between
the large clouds of spray water and occasionalsnowfall, we could see sometimes the many
bright emergency lights, blinking high up in the
masts from both ships.
I thought it a mightily touching and deeply
moving sight. One simply cannot believe oneseyes at the first sight on such scenery! You
know what I mean, do you! Two clients in one!
Later, Theo and Ruud told me over and over
again for the sworn-truth that they started to
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get a little worried about my mental health in
the Vuile-Gat. They still tell everybody willing to
listen that I was all the time jumping up and
down like a kangaroo behind the wheel, yelling
like crazy: Now we have something! Now we
have something!
And so on and so forth. Tsss! A dirty pair of
plain liars, that is what they are, I tell you!
The RWS-17 made it safely to the port of
Middelharnis en vanished rapidly inside, not to
be been seen again until morning light. Mr.
Schouwenaar, the River-Master onboard,
called his office with a rather stout message:
This surely is the stupidest boat I ever wassorry about to sail on until now!
The RWS-17 was one of those modern,
featherweight designs, brand-new and also
quite a bit jumpy with this kind of weather.
Just like me, sort of!We confirmed with the Naarden that we first
would try to re-float her. She went aground
west from her sister ship and seemed a little
more in need of action. I warned her that I
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would shoot a line over, downwind over the
foredeck. I was not that keen to come close to
those ships in the circumstances. Afraid as I
was to hit the sand also and then, not
maneuverable, got thrown into her wooden
flank with this heavy boat of us, which would be
not good at all, no Sir! Crack! Crack...!
Normally, we are not that afraid to hit mother
Earth now and again. But now, with this kind of
wind blowing, maneuvering with a direct-
reversible engine like from Fury-2, can take just
a little too much time. You know: switching the
engine from forward to reverse and back; and
every time a necessary new blast ofcompressed air to start her again. It all together
takes just a little longer than with your average
reverse gearbox.
The Speedline went over and down nicely and
all-hands over there pulled the towrope over. Inever made that rapidly a tow-connection
before! With 36 sick-worried Navy-occupants
onboard over there, small wonder though!
We started working on this first minesweeper.
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We could bring her bow straight into the wind
and were able to swing her over a nice wide
angle from port to starboard and back again;
every time, with the help of the depth sounder,
of course, approaching just the rim of the bank
with the boat.
But re-floating her was still something else. We
stood on a long rope, about 500 Ft. It had to be
that long because of the shallow rim of the
bank. Therefore, flushing sand away with our
prop-wash from underneath her bottom was
not possible on this trip. We only could try to
work her slowly thru the sandbank by heavy
pulling while swinging port, starboard, and soon.
The weather went still crazier all the time and
seas were building op accordingly. The haul to
port was easy. Then we moved along with the
wind and waves to the east. The haul tostarboard was another piece of cake. Then we
moved, the boat listed dangerously, in a
westerly direction up against wind and waves,
with two Ft. of water on the starboard part of
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the deck.
The door to the engine room is also on
starboard, with a doorstep of only one Ft high...
Therefore, I appointed Theo to act as Engine-
Room-Doorman. Closing the door timely
before the starboard-haul, open it up again
quickly at beginning the portside-haul.
This was necessary for a very good reason.
With the door closed, engine-revs went down
with eight, caused by just not enough airflow to
feed the engine air-intake. That, we could not
allow! We needed all horsepower we could lay
our hands on this night! The hatches on the
engine-room top all closed down of coursebecause of all this water flying around in the
air.
So, on deck stood good Theo. Up to his knees
in water every four minutes, attending the door
right on time!Carry on, boys!
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Shit! Wet feet againas usual!
We made very slow progress, about 35 yards
in three hours. Meanwhile, HMS OMMEN was
not happy at all. She did not have any help yet,
and with each extra large wave slowly drifting a
little further on the bank. She started
complaining and whining after a wile: If I
could not ask someone else to join in for a bit
more horsepower?
I thought it was the best thing to do. If they start
yelling around for help again on the VHF, its
running out of my hands completely, and thatwouldnt be no good idea at all!
We had to succeed that night. We had to!
Because of the wind, there was a rather high
storm surge of water present. When the wind
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would ease down, the gigantic gates in the
Haringvliet storm barrier would open up rapidly
and the water would go down again. Re-
floating the ships then could prove virtually
impossible.
Thats why I made this historic telephone call
with the Tugboat-Central at Rotterdam and got
connected with Smit-Vos Tug-Services, part of
the large and famous Smit-International
Salvage Company. They rather quickly liked
the idea and we agreed that they would send
two tugs over, the Noordpool and the
Spitsbergen. They still had to sail Oude-Maas,
Spui, Korendijkse-Geul, and Beningen beforearriving at our position.
Meanwhile, we proceeded along, of course,
pulling and yanking on this Naarden tub. Im
still convinced that we could have managed to
pull her off, but it took a whole lot of time andpatience.
At early morning hours, the wind was up to
hurricane force, over 72 knots. Water was
literally flying way over the masts now! The
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highest wind speed, measured at Hook of
Holland, - very close to our workplace - tipped
79 knots. Massive lumps of water stepped
onboard at the somewhat lower stern deck
from the Naarden About our own - rather low
- stern part, I will tell you in a sec
Finally, the Noordpool and Spitsbergen arrived
and from the Naarden they shot a line over to
them were after in a short time their towropes
were connected. Then, now the three together,
we started to do some serious business. With a
grand-total of 1,700 Hp from the tugs,
minesweeper Naarden gave up soon and
floated again after another half hour. Shestayed on the deep now like a good girl,
standing-by and waiting until we were finished
with her companion Ommen.
In the meantime, the RWS-17 was on scene
again, and breaking daylight was just enoughto make some pictures. Pictures are always
okay, for later
One moment, Ruud entered the wheelhouse.
We had just started to work on OMMEN with
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our tree tugs and I was busy as hell. Working
with three tugboats close together on the same
ship and in hurricane weather conditions, you
need also at least three pairs of eyes in fact.
Ruud said Listen Geert. I dont want to be a
spoilsport or nagging on your head or
something. I really wont! But did you have a
look at our stern lately? It looks to me that we
are slowly sinking there, you know!
While Ruud takes over steering for a moment, I
stumble down on deck to have a better look at
the stern. Shit! The stern is down, with the deck
in the water, the waves rolling straight over
now. Oh boy! I take a quick look in the sternroom. More Shit! The water is way above the
floorboards already! This damned stern tube
gland again! I race to the engine room to switch
on the bilge pump. Boy! Oh boy! One could
founder quietly, working and working like anidiot on a very tight towrope!
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Early morning exercise
On the far right, one of the clients.
Yeah, it was just one of those facts of life. Fury-2 came finally at the end of her long and heavy
road. Her lovely 13 Tons Deutz engine running
as smooth as ever. All pumps and other
equipment still being in good working order.
But the hull was gone, along with the rudder-gear and also along with the stern-tube and the
prop-shaft. The outer-bearing from the stern-
tube was so completely worn-out that the shaft,
jumping up en down like a mad frog while
running full revs, destroyed the gland-seals
every time. Well yes, and then working
feverously on a very nice job, one can forget
something sometimes you know. Like a little
pumping now and again
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However, do not despair! On the drawing
boards, the brand-new Fury-3 was growing
already. The Mother of all Salvage-Tugboats
was about to be borne! Until she is finished,
just try to stay surfaced with the old faithful, you
moron! Pumping a bit now and again, if it is not
too much to ask of you, you sorry kind of a
meathead!
Those minesweepers meanwhile could barely
use their own engines any more. The whole of
them cooling systems filled with sand from the
bank, and temp-gauges went rapidly into the
red sector as soon as a demand for somepower came up.
The Ommen behaved like a good girl also and
after some struggle, she did float again. We
moored her as the first on the NATO-jetty and
brought the Naarden alongside her. Well, thiswas it then! Finished with a very nice job and
succeeded!
We tied-up alongside the minesweepers and
went onboard to have a little chat, and to do
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some business, of course. Meanwhile, a squad
of Navy divers showed up, quickly commencing
inspections on both ships bottoms for damage.
It didnt take long also before the Shore-captain
of Smit-Vos arrived. He had jumped his car at
Rotterdam as soon he heard that the ships
were floating again and started racing like a
maniac from Rotterdam. So, the two of us went
to the Commanders of the sweepers.
But this sneaky little devil of a Shore-captain
was already been there without me, waiving
with two ridiculous Harbor-Towing-Contracts
to be signed by the Royal Dutch Navy. Those
stupid little contracts were an offence bythemselves to the Dutch Navy, I tell you!
However, the two Commanders had decided
that they preferred to wait for me also being
present Now, that was one hell of a smart
move to make from those clever boys! Fullmarks for you!
I had no real objection against those specific
contracts of course, but I had ordered the two
tugboats on an hourly basis. Simple: so many
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hours, two boats, so many horsepower, type
the invoice and be done with it! Now, this
Shore-captain tried to wriggle himself out of
that, thinking he was already longer awake
then me. No way!
Well, after a good and hearty discussion with
him, a few calls with the Smit office, we went
back to the two Commanders. To set the new
course, so to speak.
Those Navy guys couldnt agree more then
they did with me. They had ordered ME for
assistance, I had asked Smit later, and that
was it! It therefore took me not too much time
to feel the mood and spirit those guys were in,deciding that I had a fair chance here.
Therefore, a wile later, I said to the
Commanders, By all means, Sirs, please do
sign those contracts from Smit.
Which both of them did! The Shore-captain, atonce with this big, dumb, satisfied grin on his
face? The moment the papers were
undersigned, he grabbed them from the table
and they vanished into his pocket; if it were the
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only and very secret maps of the biggest
diamond field of the whole world. The silly
beggar!
Where afterI pulled two brand-new Lloyds
Open Form, No Cure No Pay contracts out
of my pocket and invited the Dutch Navy
Commanders politely to undersign these also...
Immediately, the Shore-captain started
complaining and yelling, waiving with his
pathetic little contracts in the air, whining:
Whats the use of that now? We already have
these contracts!
Continuing waiving with those sickening
worthless little papers. I told him, We will findthat out later. Dont worry. It will do no harm.
Again, the Navy boys agreed with me and
signed my papers also. Bingo!
On top of it, they poured us a generous drink
afterward. A stiff drink, I might sayThe minesweeper boys safely moored and we
could sail homeward bound; completely
satisfied, cold to the bone, but warm inside and
very content because of a job well done.
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YesIs it not?
The wind was still veering slowly. If one looked
long enough, one could think that it very slowly
diminished. It was a mighty and beautiful sight
on the four mile wide Haringvliet. The sun
rising for a short while now and slanted streaks
of bright light beaming thru between the big
black storm clouds, sweeping over the furious
gray-green waters. It was still blowing around
50 knots and the foamy crowns of the breaking
wave-crests, lit by this harsh light were of the
brightest white I have ever seen; and Fury-2
swaying slowly up and down on a downwind
course in the middle of it! Beautiful, it was! Justbeautiful!
Back into the Volkerak-lock, Theo and Ruud
went home, dead tired and soaked - but so
completely satisfied - back to their bunks.
After another rather bumpy ride over theVolkerak, I moored back home, first told the
complete story of course, and then catching up
with some sleep and rest.
Later in the afternoon, I applied first for an
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extended and written report from the KNMI
Weather Institute, and the same about the tide
and surge details from the Department of
Water. A few days later, I received also some
pictures from the rescue action, made by the
RWS-17. This was very nice! Pictures are
always goodfor later
Not too slowly, my business instinct started to
awake on this one, and for starters I made a
phone call with Wout, the director of Van den
Akker at Flushing, another work-company from
Smit-International, and by occasion sometimes
my counselor. And a fine one he was! I told himthe whole story and Wout liked it a lot. He
nearly couldnt stop laughing! Especially the
part about the Sore-captains Tow-Contracts,
he appreciate a lot. Boy, oh boy, we sure had a
good time!Wout: Listen up, son! Be advised that I go with
you to the first meeting about this yoke at the
Head-office in Rotterdam. I wont miss it for the
world, Im telling you! Better still! You first make
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an appointment with the people over there,
then Ill pick you up at your place and we travel
together. At the same time, I can keep an eye
on you!
A few days later, I contacted with the Smit
head-office to set a date for a meeting.
This day came, Wout picked me up, and on we
went; meeting with Bram, Joop, and Bill and so
on, gathered in their very luxurious head-office,
and me telling the whole story in detail.
When everybody finally calmed down after
many roaring outbursts of laughter and sheer
joy, the two Tow-contracts from the Shore-
captain were ripped to a thousand pieces andvanished were they belonged in the first place,
into the wastebasket that is!
L. O. F, No cure No pay contracts,
undersigned by two Royal Dutch Navy
Commanders are somewhat better, you see,slightly more valuable. They are a special kind
of Royal treasure bonds, one could call them.
Well, we yoked around for a while in this
fashion. Repeatedly, those guys came up with
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questions about this or that detail and started
over and over, scribbling away little notes
about it, and so on, etc.
Suddenly, Wout grumbles with his very low
voice to Bram: Hey you! What kind of a lousy,
greedy host are you anyway? Do you know at
what godforsaken early hour I started to drive
from Flushing this morning to this worn-out
dump here? Do you? No, of course you dont!
Thats what I mean, see! I would appreciate
some decent grub by now, you know!
By very noisy acclamation, we decided to move
the meeting over to Mary Dear, a little
restaurant, a block or so away from the Smit-office. They served A Captains Dinner, with a
few nice steaks each, to beef it up a little, and
of course some very strong spiritual liquids in
between now and again, just for the ambiance.
Overall, it went to a fruitful and lightheartedday.
Very late that evening we agreed fully on the
headlines of the strategy, sometimes even in
tears, drenched in heavy percentages of
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intoxicating fluids.
Oh no, not Wout! Wout was the chauffeur see!
We agreed in brotherly unison that I was and
would remain to be the principal Contractor in
the case. But hey, man! Cant we agree on a
fifty-fifty basis? Of course, they had brought in
three times more horsepower with their two
tugboats then I did with Fury-2.
I thought it okay already and we agreed to join
forces again. Now ready to go into battle
against the Dutch Navy! Now to collect our
rightfully owned salvage reward...
Stormy, occasional, early morning merger
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AFTER JOY
It took us almost a year before we could collect
our hard-earned money. But well, you know
the Dutch government
One day, I was completely fed up again,
waiting and waiting for nothing to happen and I
got this idea: I drive to The Hague tomorrow
morning, and I make a little chat with the
lawyer over there who is handling the case at
the Department of Defense. (I should say of
course, non-handling the case!)
Better still, I do not call him in advance to make
an appointment. I just drive off here and dropmyself right on his deck, out off the blue sky!
Yeah sure!
The next early morning, I jump in my little Fiat
and set course for The Hague. It went smoothly
until I pass Voorburg, a suburb city from TheHague. I already had traveled many times to
The Hague, of course. To the Department of
Justice that was I had to go there endlessly
and repeatedly for another salvage job I did for
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Her Majesties Government Boy! Oh Boy! If I
have to start telling you about that one, I will
never finish
Therefore, I know my way around a little in The
Hague. But now, after a rather long time, my
destination laid somewhere in the narrow and
complicated ants nest of the old city.
Searching, sounding, and navigating along I
was After Voorburg, I ended up in a
roadblock and had to make a detour. Of
course, I didnt had updated charts of this part
of the coast on board, and I had not read
anything about it in the Notices for Mariners
either. So I got lost
At a bus stop, an older lady was waiting for a
city bus. It was a lively and literally sharp kind
of a woman. She was dressed in a gray-blue
raincoat and with a little Navy-blue hat on herhead. Out from that hat were two of those
sharp hatpins sticking up from between some
insignificant camouflage of plastic fruits. It
looked like the antennas of an old and grumpy
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Russian espionage trawler. It seemed rather
dangerous to me
I stopped the car and asked her politely for my
way to the Department of Defense at the
Queen Maria lane. Oh gosh! she tweeted.
What a coincidence that you ask me, Sir! I live
just one street away from there, you see, and I
am on my way home! You know what! I jump in
with you and Ill show you the way! Then Im
home again and youre at the right place the
same time! Isnt this funny!
The old lady jumped in, pointing forward with a
sure and steady finger, saying: just drive on,
Sir. Ill lead the way!Then it started She cranked up to babble
away about everything: about her neighbors,
about her worthless family in law, about
politics, about the bad weather lately, about
everything. And all of it on the highest possiblerevs from her little steam engine, even that
Well, I told her from two stairs up, I
saidyou have to turn right here Oops, that
was close isnt it? Well, I said, isnt that
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something, womanYes to the left hereWell
done, SirYou did that very nicely, just nearly
missing that other carwere was I...? Oh yes,
so I said to her, isnt it outrageous woman? I
said Oh my! You had to turn left again
here!
I turned the wheel as fast as possible to the
portside. Just a little too late With a loud
BANG, we bumped over the curbstone of a
nice flowerbed between the two lanes of the
broad street we were navigating. I just
managed to miss the tick and heavy tree by a
few inches. Red flowers and green leafs were
flying in the air outside the windows of thewheelhouse. It looked a bit like green and red
spray, colored by the ships position lanterns,
sailing thru the night in very heavy weather
With a heavy SMACK, the little Fiat smashed
down from the opposite curbstone into the leftlane.
The electric streetcar, who was just full ahead
approaching the green traffic light green for
him that is was instantly switching his motors
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back in full reverse with a terrible whining
sound, ringing with his anchor bell like an idiot,
and at the same time blasted a very prolonged
and totally unnecessary attention signal on his
foghorn.
But I couldnt spend much time on him right
then. I just barely managed to enter the street
from that next and latest course alteration.
Moreover, I just felt this strange tic in my left
eye again
The little woman on my right was suspiciously
quiet for a while for the about three seconds
while we were airborne that is and I had a
quick peek to her, my navigator in harmsShe just started to giggle. My, my, Sir! What a
wild and naughty driver you are! She was
bareheaded then. Her little hat was hanging
above her, the dangerous pins shot clean thru
the ceiling of the rooftop from my poor littleFiat. Oh dear, look at that! What a naughty
rascal of a boy you are! My, my!
With a firm yank, she plucked her hat out from
the sealing, like ripe fruits plucked from a tree,
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and putted it firmly back on her head again, still
very sharp and ready for the next attack And
she continued rattling, her good old self again:
At the end of this street you have to turn right
again you know! Yes, I say it just upfront now
hey! Hihihi! We are almost there, you know!
Oh, gosh look, we still made a better time then
the bus could ever have done. You did well you
know! Yes! Stop here! This is your address.
Are you in politics or something? I mean,
coming all the way from the Brabant-County as
you are. Ah, you are a sailor! Ah well, then this
is the right address for you, you know! This is
the Navy, you see! Well, many thanks for theride, Sir! Goodbye, Sir! Bye, bye!
I now also felt these alarming twitches in both
hands again, waiting for the traffic light to turn
green to enter the gigantic parking lot. Having
found a spot, I stepped out and spontaneouslyI looked at the rooftop of the car. Mmm, no
holes
First, I checked in with the Reception, still a
little shaky: I very much like to speak with Mr.
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von Heijden
First, I received a visitors pass. One of those
modern little labels that you have to clip on the
coat, confirming To-Whom-It-May-Concern
that one is temporary allowed to be present in
this building of utmost importance. The
Reception lady was meanwhile checking all
those names in a large kind of logbook on her
desk. The Department of Defense is the
working area for, say around 2,500 employees.
Huh well, working area Let us say, a place to
be during office hours. After all, we live more or
less in peace now. After a wile, she exclaimed
Oh! Im so sorry for you! Mr. von Heijdencalled in sick this morning. Just a few minutes
before you arrived, you know. His back hurts,
you know.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Etcetera!
To calm down a bit I found myself back in thecanteen to buy a cup of coffee. Thinking over
the desperate position, Im in, aground in this
bloody hellhole here. But then I decided that I
still want to know why in the world it takes so
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much time again just to pay me a simple
salvage-fee for a job well done. Moreover,
especially after have lived thru such a perilous
journey as I did just a few minutes ago!
So, back to the friendly Reception-lady and I
asked for the Chief from Mr. von Heijden. And
make it snappy, please! After a wile, an Officer
of the Guards appeared. He was at first sight
recognizable by this big bright, shining silver
shield bungling on his fat belly with a silver
chain around his neck. He was the so-called
picket-officer. This is some Guard figure they
still think to need at this kind of places
He asked me - flashing with arrogant brilliancelike a paradise bird - for the reason of my visit
and I told him so. For a wile, he was gazing
very suspiciously at me. As if, I came rowing
down by lifeboat all the way from my place to
The Hague. Like the famous Captain Blighfrom the Bounty did. Then suddenly, he started
to march in front of me with droning, hollering
steps thru all these long corridors and
stairways until we halted in front of the hundred
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and something office door.
I had to wait outside he was telling me. He first
would notify the Chief about my question. So, I
waited another ten minutes on that long and
empty corridor.
The Guard-joker came out again, and flashing
and sparkling he told me: The Chief thinks that
you do better if you leave the case to your
lawyer since you have already (!?) given the
case to him. Now the case is handed over to a
lawyer, the Chief only wants to, and in fact is
only allowed to, speak with him.
All devils in hell! Now what? Im the principle
Contract-Party here and the Chief is a high-ranked member from my Counterparty! We
shall speak whenever I feel like it! I told the
radiant guard-bird that I had to make a very
urgent phone call! Now! He was convoying me
rapidly to an empty office, but with a stillworking telephone.
I grabbed one of the many letters from my
lawyer Eric - out of my briefcase and stuck it
under his big liquor nose: You dial this number
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in the letterhead here and ask for Maitre Eric.
Now!
He was studying the letter, as if grave
suspicion had been raised about me being
seriously suspected of counterfeiting
confidential States documents. At last, he
dialed the number, got connected and said
Good day, Sir. This is the Department of
Defense at The Hague speaking. Here is a
mister Theunisse for you who likes to speak
with you. One moment please.
He handed over the receiver and retreated to
the open door, waiting with his ears peeled on
what would happen. Eric was online andlaughing his head off. Hey, Geert, you son of a
gun! You hopeless fruitcake! Whats up?
Eric, listen good! This morning, I drove in all
peace and quiet to this damned place to ask
very politely why they refuse to pay me mywell-earned money. Now Im here, this Chief
from Mr. von Heijden refuses to talk to anyone
else but you! This von Heijden person stayed
home this morning because of some sort of
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stupid illness. So, now Im stuck here!
Therefore, this is what I going to do here and
now for today. I sack you! Understood? You tell
this joker here that you no longer represent me
any more! Got it? Or I start to throw some
randomly people out of windows here!
The guard-bird retreated at once from the open
door, vanishing tactically into the corridor. Eric
was most inappropriate laughing like crazy on
the phone, but after a wile, he was more or less
able to speak again, Okay, okay, understood.
Gimme that joker again and I will tell him so.
I slammed the phone on the table and stormed
to the open door. Damn, almost too late! Theguard-bird had sneaked away almost to the
end of the corridor already. I made a few steps
in his direction and signalled him friendly but
urgent to get his ass back to the phone.
Please, Sir, come back to the phone. Theresa message for you!
It resounded nicely up and down the long
corridor, echoing three times back and forth
and received well. The guard-bird came
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shuffling back trembling and shy like a young
virgin in the very last seconds from her already
shaking and collapsing existence and he
listened what Eric had to say to him:
Oh no, Sir! Ah, yes, Sir! I am so sorry for you,
Sir! Yes, Sir, I shall immediately convey this
message to the Chief, Sir. Thank you so much
Sir! Goodbye, Sir.
He putted the receiver down; very carefully, as
if it was a very valuable and fragile piece of
jewelry and addressed me: Very good, Sir. I
think that the Chief is willing to speak with you
now. Will you please follow me, Sir?
We returned to the Chiefs office. The guard-bird knocked on the door, opening up the same
moment and we were in a secretary-office with
a large desk. Behind the desk sat an obviously
elderly woman, very sophisticated, with
meticulously well-done, beautiful silver-grayhair. She started slowly and stately to stand up,
but was just only halfway when my guide
steamed full-ahead across the room with full
revs and military paces towards a tinted glass
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wall with a door in it, with me on his tail on a
very short towrope indeed. She started to
speak... But, Sir! I first have to introduce you
again, befo
Alas, she was too late. We already entered into
the heart of the Counterparty. Ah! Straight into
the CENTER OF POWER at last!
There, behind a desk sat a very small and
unbelievably old man. But his desk was much
bigger and beautiful made by an artist-
carpenter. The desk was made from softly
shining, very dark, almost black wood. A
marvelous piece of furniture it was! The desk
was also completely and spotlessly empty,except for just one dossier cover, opened in
front of him.
This man was so terribly old that I just couldnt
believe my eyes! They had left him behind! The
same instant, it flashes thru my brain They just had abandoned him from the time that
Napoleon got defeated here and very rapidly
thrown out! And they just forgot to send him
after!
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On the wall behind him hung a beautiful
painting from an antique battleship; it is proudly
cruising on a stormy sea with square-rigged,
bulging sails. Enormous tricolor flags standing
proudly in the strong wind, accompanied by
many yards-long Royal-orange banners. The
grim barrels from the two rows of many
cannons are pointing out of the opened gun
ports. The ship was completely ready and very
able for just another glorious and smashing
battle at the seas. This was His last ship! I
know it for sure! I swear it is!
His ship!
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My front-trooper, standing before the desk, was
respectfully whispering all kinds of information
to the ancient sailor. The last part containing
words about him standing guard and for
protection for himself and about asking for
more troops, and so on. But the little wrinkled
old salt, with an ice-cold glance in his watery
eyes, was waiving him out of the room. My
former front trooper started humbly back sailing
behind enemy lines now, closing the door in
the glass wall without a sound. So: doing
business at last? Hell no! Well, almost
nothing...The living sea-mummy started a very, very long
monologue. Really, for many minutes he
babbled on with the same monotonous,
teaching, and college-like droning sound. He
was unstoppable going on about the Systemand the strict rules of Navy bureaucracy, which
are the only true and sound foundations of a
strong and healthy Navy-organization.
With a grave and solemn voice, he declared
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that they the Servants from Her Majesties
Navy, appointed from and sworn in by Her
Majesty the Queen herself were simply
obliged to fulfill absolute correctly all
regulations first in matters of the greatest and
utmost importance as those very serious cases
on hand now, and so on, etc...
He took so much time for his cold-war-
declaration that I calmed down completely.
Worse, even! I nearly fell asleep!
Butbutthat was just the standard diversion
tactic from back then and now! Blabbering on
endlessly until the enemy drops totally
exhausted on the floor! Thats it! First, misleadthe enemy as much as possible! Put him
asleep and hypnotize him! Cheat on him until
he starts crying aloud from genuine and great
misery! Then Attack and destroy the
miserable, pitiful, and begging for mercy,pathetically complaining bastard, brutally and
unwanted emerged from the scum of nations
ignorant inhabitants!
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This negotiating tactic is worldwide known as
the famous Dutch Poldermodel and so skillful
deployed here in all of its glory by this little sea-
midget! This salty mini-troll from ancient, cold,
and mystic Ultima Thule!
However, when the little sea-cherubim paused
for a while to have a sip of water to top-up his
rusty old boiler, poured in ever so carefully out
from a crystal carafe with a trembling wrinkled
little hand into a very old wineglass on golden
footing placed on a dark-blue velvet placemat,
just offered to him by the secretary, glancing
at me with great hostility I suddenly startledto consciousness again.
Quickly awakening, I grabbed my one and only
chance to interfere in his fatal tactics and
escape from this devious attack. I asked him
politely to see to it that some progress wouldbe been made now. That he surely must
understand that it is impossible for us to keep
on investing good money in salvage jobs, and
afterwards being forced to wait for our payment
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for such long times.
That in that frightening dark and stormy night
when this desperate cry for help came - from
TWO of her Majesties battleships for crying
aloud! - We immediately sailed out to do our
duty, even in those unfriendly, yes, even rather
dangerous circumstances.
End that it would be wise, generous, and
prudent of him to grant me at least some
advance-payment if the system should
continue to need so much time to solve those
insignificant little matters at hand.
Ah! The little old salty beggar started to smile
ever so little, with feeble and faint hiccup-likesounds, bubbling-up from his crummy and
dented inner standpipe. There was even a
weak twinkling of a tiniest pleasure visible in
his already, for centuries long dimmed and
faded eyes.Well, yeshuhMister Theunisse, I almost
think that our Minister, Prof. Mr. J. de Ruiter,
could be persuaded by me to make a little
gesture to you under these rather pressing
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circumstances. You know, I am afraid that our
denial of any obligation to pay you anything at
all would possibly fall on bad ground in this
case. I understood that our distinguished
commanders did undersign some, huh well,
some sort of documents after this misfortunes
event took place.
Particularly wrong intending legal schooled
figures could possibly even extract a certain
legal force from these papers, laid upon us to
pay you some amount of money anyway.
Therefore, a modest and sufficient moderated
advance-payment, wellyes, why not, I dare to
say. Well yes, I almost even dare to think that Icould defend something of this nature before
his Excellency the Minister.
What do you think? Would a sum of, let us say
25,000 Florins will do the trick to keep you
going? Of course, I first would like to receive awritten consent about this arrangement from
your, huh, well, colleagues, Smit-International, I
mean. If you would be so kind to first explore
this little matter with those people in the
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Rotterdam area? Were after, I am of course will
await a written approval from them? And after
that well naturally, we will transfer this
amount of our national currency to one of the
accounts of your choice. I guess I can promise
you this here and now.
Right, so far so good! It is something at last. I
thanked the little old salty sea-swindler, but
with great hesitation, I very carefully shook his
outreached tiny hand. It looked so brittle and
vulnerable. As ifif it could come off any
second!
In addition, I did do better to forget quickly the
words he spoke about the undersigneddocuments, which made it impossible now
NOT to pay me! Grrmpf! The cheating little
beggar!
Anyhow, with some relief and reasonably cool I
left the premises after having my visitors passreturned to the friendly and helpful reception-
lady, who saved my day after all.
Since I was already busy that day with climbing
the steep and narrow ladder up to the higher
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regions of society anyway, being advanced into
the real Center Of The Defense Of The
Kingdom as I was just minutes ago, I decided
to march-on and visit yet another Galaxy of the
real important institutions of the earth: Smit-
International Worldwide Salvage Company at
Rotterdam.
Without further nerve-racking complications, I
managed to sail out free from this tricky The
Hague labyrinth and a little later safely dropped
anchor in the parking lot at the Zalmstraat. The
door attendant took care of my announcement
upstairs and few seconds later, I could report to
Bram and Joop.I started with just a simple, global, and brief
report about my soundings at The Hague, only
mentioning the headlines about the advance-
payment. Bram promised at once to send a
letter to the Department, confirming that theyhad no objections what so ever against this
deal. Good! Some money started to flow in the
right direction at last!
But then, those evil characters started picking
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on me again! They began in a most devious
and treasonous way to ask for details. They
went relentlessly on and on and at last, I broke
and I had to give away all details to them. They
both forced me to elaborate about getting lost
in our National Capitol, about my babbling
female Pilot and her dangerous hat, about my
hastily and sloppy gardener job between the
two curbstones, about the guard-bird, about the
ancient sailor, about the old painting, etc.
So, sitting there in that most decadent,
expensive office, telling them most reluctantly
and unwillingly all those insignificant little
things; first Joop started to make those funnylittle squeaking, suffocation noises,
immediately followed by Bram with blue-faced
outbursts of mightily roaring sounds. I could
hardly hear myself speaking because of the
racket they made!The smashing looking, young female secretary
from Bram had already fled from the room by
that time, with both lovely little hands covering
her gorgeous lips. However, few minutes later,
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she bravely returned, her very attractive self
completely regained she thought now
accompanied by Mister Scheffer, the Big Boss
of this well-known, worldwide Salvage-outfit
that time. Boy! What a mess they started to
make now of this detailed report that they
wrung merciless out of me!
Okay, down to the real business now! The final
meeting about the case was been planned at
the famous White House at Rotterdam. There
was seated the also worldwide known and
most distinguished Ships-Experts and loss
adjusters firm: H. S. & N.Mister van Dorp, a most experienced, really
integer and righteous Member-Expert from this
firm had being appointed by the Dutch Navy to
try to solve our little business in a final and
decisive battle.Joop and I arrived nice on time also.
A large convoy of Navy-brass was just entering
the meeting room. Really heavy! It looked like a
decisive meeting from the top admirals of the
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combined fleets from the Low-Countries to
finally establish once and for all the absolute
hegemony on the worlds seas. In addition, the
States-Lawyer walks in
#@ %SHIT&!>!*?,...
THE FUCKING STATES-LAWYER?!
The States-Lawyer, Mr. Brant Wubs on this
occasion, beat me with just one second when I
stormed in, about 2 Ft behind him. With my
steam-pressure-gauge dangerously far into the
red sector, and large surpluses of adrenaline
escaping from all of my safety valves, swirlinguseless around in my scattered wake.
Mister Theunisse! Hum Please Sir! Before
you start to explode again, I am only present
here incase we perhaps, maybe, possibly,
eventually shall NOT reach an agreementtoday. In that case, we have to shape up a
course for our next possible movements, and
that is the one and only reason I am here
today. I have no intention to interfere in
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anything else. I really wont do that today!
And I have to be honest, he didnt. That he
pulled both my legs in a most scandalous way
a little later in a different case is another matter
of course. It is another book even It turned
out into a maritime/judicial/political
documentary drama in fact! Going on,
andgoing on, and
We DID succeed in that final gathering! We,
Joop and I, retreated a few times into the
corridor. Well, I didnt exactly demanded for
blood Although But for sure, I did demand
for some real nice money anyhow and anyway.
At a certain moment, biddings stuck on adifference of 15,000 guilders. The Navy-brass,
with serious faces, already busy gathering their
large stacks of papers, filling, and closing their
many briefcases. Mister van Dorp was looking
genuine worried.The States-Lawyer was looking somber too
But not for real, no way He thought Oho!
There comes a fine bunch of work again!
Money, money, money!
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In our last corridor conclave, Joop started
yelling. At me? Damn you, man! We must
agree now! Now, you hear!
Me: No way, not this time! We need the fifteen
big-ones they are still sitting on with their fat
asses, for lost of interests after almost yet
another year of waiting for these jerks!
I won! We strolled back inside as lenient as a
concrete seawall, sticking stiffly to our
standpoints. Finally, they gave in! All interests
included. States lawyer Brant did not need to
come in action. That time anyway
So, another won race, would you think? Yeah,
well, back at you in a minute Our many USAfriends have a nice proverb for that: It aint
over until the fat lady sings!
We had a cozy and rather wet after meeting,
back at the Smit-office and Bram told me: Well
Mister Main-Contractor, you know the drill,dont you. You make the Invoice, and you see
to it that we receive our money as soon as
possible.
So what? This is no big deal, is it! I sailed back
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home without any trouble and sat down to
properly write an invoice for the total salvage-
fee. The biggest invoice since I started my little
enterprise. A very good feeling, I might say!
The invoice was a brief summary of the
agreement about the principal sum plus VAT
of course, minus the already received advance-
payment. With at the end this nice sentence:
Payment of this Invoice shall fully and
completely discharge the Royal Dutch Navy in
this case.
As soon as finished, the invoice went to the
mail carrier.
A month later, I received a rather sour letterfrom the Department of Defense. The Minister
of Defense, by his spokesperson Mr. von
Heijden, was boldly conveying to me that
during the meeting from Sept. 21st, not a word
had been mentioned about any VATpayment Moreover, that the agreed amount
for salvage-fee was the maximum amount that
the Navy was been prepared to agree upon.
That therefore the Navy is awaiting an invoice
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from me for that amount only. It is the truth, I
swear! Look for yourself!
But? But! VAT is a disaster coming from
the outside. It is an act from a non-God. It is
invented by and laid upon us by terrible greedy
and money-hungry third persons, a.k.a. as the
Government, binding for all and with very few
and very rare exceptions. It comes
automatically after and upon any and all
commercial business transactions about
delivering of services and/or goods, completed
by inhabitant business firms and persons in the
country. It therefore does not need to be been
mentioned or calculated during none of the pre-transaction gatherings or meetings or
negotiations.
One is just obliged to add it afterwards as a
fixed percentage of the principal agreed sum,
after the price of the goods or services hasbeen established between parties concerned,
then forming the total amount that must be
been paid. The deliverer of the goods and/or
services, appointed by the same terrible greedy
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third-party persons, a.k.a. as the Government,
without any right for some remuneration for this
labor, is been obliged by Law to collect these
sums of VAT money, and to immediately hand
over this cash to the Department of the
Treasurer; so Im told thoroughly and many
times, at the cost of many stiff fines.
But hey! One is of course still a little impressed,
receiving a strict VAT rejecting letter from a
Minister, if I may say so!
I decided to ask around and I called Joop. He
was choosing my side, of course: Foreign
vessels are free from paying VAT in Holland.
However, we can hardly call the Dutch Navyforeign, can we? On top of that, the job was
done in Dutch waters and carried out by Dutch
companies. So, ergo?
To be one hundred percent sure about the
matter, I decided to make a very daring andperilous move I contacted the States VAT-
Collector for utterly decisive advice!
The VAT Collector was ready in no time with
my very provocative question: Of course is the
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Dutch Navy obliged to pay VAT! All Dutch
ships on all Dutch waters pay Dutch VAT for all
delivering of goods and/or rendering of any
services from Dutch companies. No matter if
they are aground or not!
Personally, I liked this last short sentence of
him. It was somewhat prophetic about the
years to come!
And Geert, just a little bit of free advice; be
sure to produce an invoice with VAT calculated
and included, because if you dont, we come to
your place to collect those 18 %, you know!
The Navy should take care of their own shop;
like we must do also!Now what? Damn! VAT on this invoice!
Regardless what stupid letters I receive from
the Minister of Defense, or any other nutcase
for that matter! Me paying VAT that I never
received to begin with. No way, not in this life Iwill not!
Alas, before this already happily smoldering
conflict is escalating into yet another
thunderous confrontation between the
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Bureaucratic morons and me, the already
joyfully growing flames of battle fire smothered
in a next event. In fact, it smothered in two
events!
The first was that the Dutch Navy, after long,
intensive, and bloody meetings on the highest
Departmental levels about this grave and
threatening affair for the existence of the
Kingdom, became finally allowed by the
Treasury to pay NO VAT in this case! Well,
what about that one?
I was allowed to write a Net-Invoice and send
that to the Navy. And of course, I for sure didnthave to pay VAT also. Umm, well, okay then
Since I already did send an invoice with VAT to
the Navy, and received over there, I made the
same invoice but now with the header Credit-
Invoice. I distracted the VAT amount and typedat the bottom-line the amount that still had to
be been paid for. I was all set and the invoice
went with the mail carrier again
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The second event was that the notorious Mail-
strike broke out that year. For three long
weeks, all mail was carelessly thrown down
into the dungeons of the various departments.
The mailbags piled up in stacks of 10 Ft high.
Like the coffee bales, once stacked onboard
the ships of those famous Dutch multinationals
of the old days: The West- and the East-
Indies-Companies. Those enormous firms,
who in heroic sea and land battles but mainly
with large-scale slave and drugs trade
gathered the necessary start capital to build the
sound foundations of our glorious Royal Dutch
Navy from today.
The gathering of wealth
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And somewhere between those millions of
letters, my mail was waiting idle From which I
didnt hear anything, know nothing Im
desperately counted the heavy, life-threatening
fits I suffered every long, long waiting day;
reading the newspapers and looking at the TV,
seeing and hearing the blabbering nonsense,
uttered by this dumb strike leader, Jaap van
der Scheur Damn!
At last, with no end of the strike in sight, I
called the Department of Defense. Luckily the
phone still worked. I got connected with a
paymaster of some sort and I explained theproblem to him. Which was very short: I now
need my damned money! More or less, I could
convince him about the urgency of the
situation, and he finally spoke the words of
great relief! You better come to The Hagueagain, with a copy from the invoice, and well
see what we can do about it.
Happy as a whistle, I drove my limping Fiat to
The Hague. She was dragging a little to
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starboard on the rudder since then? But
thanks to my pilot then, I arrived safely at the
ancient green, double doors at number 17,
meeting the helpful paymaster. He studied my
invoice for a very long time. As if, it was a very
early hieroglyph scripture that I had found in
the ruins of ancient Egypt, and secretly
smuggled out from that faraway country And
he got lost in it!
Im afraid that I cannot decide on this. I
suggest that you go to the Navy-Main-Office at
Scheveningen. I expect that they can deal with
it.
Oh boy, I thought. Major shit is coming upagain! Nevertheless, once more, I approached
the little pencil pusher as persuasive as
possible: You know what? Why dont we go
together? I bring you back here for sure.
Promised on my solemn word of honor!At first, he was looking very doubtful and
suspicious about this honor of me, but then he
decided like a man.
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Okay, I will. Otherwise, Im just sitting behind
my desk in this dusty office all day anyway!
Thats the spirit! Good for you, Sir! Lets go!
Without any problem, thanks to my new Pilot,
we navigated in a jiffy thru The Hague and to
Scheveningen. He leaded me to a brand-new
very large, all-glass building; an ultramodern
Sea-Nerve-Center, and for sure a blinding
sublimation from our rich and famous Maritime
History.
We were allowed entering, approved by a
retired admiral attending the door, and started
wandering around in mirroring glass corridors,
from one wing into the other, and all of themexactly alike. So confusing was the
surrounding that my Pilot got completely lost!
His problem was obviously so complex that he
started to be all nervous and sweaty about it.
I cannot comprehend why he was so upset. Ihad told him long ago already that I would
never again leave this gigantic glass-inferno
without my money! Grrr!
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In yet another corridor, we met human life at
last. A lady-housekeeper was busy wiping the
countless windows. A lifetime job here with the
reassuring prospect of an infinite steady
income!
My companion, desperate by now, asked her,
while she never stopped wiping, about a
certain room with a mysteriously sign on it,
assembled from many symbols and numbers.
Ah! She said No sweat! This corridor, in that
direction, second turn right, first left, second
door to the right. You cant miss!
A real insider, thats what she was
We entered into the room, now arrived at thereal Paymasters office at last. He was still
young and talked like a skilled paymaster.
Moreover, he was friendly and understanding!
Sitting behind his sorry overloaded desk, he
looked just one second into my Invoice - whichI had carried with me all the time, as if being a
top-secret States-document of the greatest
importance - and he said, That invoice looks
fine by me! Nothings wrong with it!
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He fetched a large rubberstamp out of a great
number of rubberstamps, scattered over his
totally cluttered desk, with stacks and piles of
papers and dossier-covers. He plunged the
rubberstamp deep into an ink cushion and
rammed a stamp on my invoice with great
force, as if he was testing the foundations of
the building, now thoroughly for the first time.
He looked friendly up to me and said, Shall we
say fourteen days? Then youll have your
money!
Deeply moved by such a display of self-
confidence and awareness of ones own
responsibility, I grabbed both his hands anduttered a thank you.
We left this blindingly, sunlit-catching and
thanks to the cleaning lady sparks-reflecting
building, swaying from emotion and from crying
welders-eyes, and I transported the little pencilpusher back to his office with many thanks. A
promise is a promise.
I sailed back to my homeport with renewed
hope for the little and insignificant members of
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humankind. Ten days later, 11-28-83 the
payment was found in the mail.
Pause
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Well, I guess its about time to proof this
story!
DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE
Civil-Law office
Queen Maria-lane 17,
Telegram address: Navy The Hague.
Telex nr. 31335.
To Mr. G. Theunisse,
Sasdijk AB, 4671 RP DINTELOORD
Our number Proposal-/order number 1009208/
1004679
The Hague, July 22, 1983Subject: Salvage Hr. Ms. Naarden / Hr. Ms.
Ommen (2 /443)
With respect to the letter from Mr. E. Fleskens
dd. July 7, 1983, in which is mentioned thatSmit-International, as well as yourself, agree
with a advance-payment of f. 25,000 on you
account number , I convey to you that
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this before mentioned amount will soon being
transferred to your account.
We consider this amount as a down payment
on the later on to establish salvage
remuneration.
THE MINISTER OF DEFENSE
For him, THE HEAD OF THE
CIVIL LAW OFFICE
Mr. F. A. von Heijden
DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE
Director Personnel, Royal Navy.
Civil-Law officePost office box 20702, 2500 ES The Hague
Telephone 070-169111
Telegrams address Navy The Hague.
Telex nr. 31335
Our number -1010623/1004679Subject: Salvage Hr. Ms. Naarden /
Hr. Ms. Ommen (Jzc 2/443).
To Mr. G. Theunisse
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Sasdijk AB, 4671 RP DINTELOORD
Proposal-/ order nr. 200/3/400/01220
Datum October 10, 1983
With respect to the meeting of September 21,
1983 at Rotterdam, I convey to you that I am
prepared to pay - under the condition of full and
complete discharge - for the salvage of the
ships Hr. Ms. Naarden en Hr. Ms. Ommen, on
February 1, 1983 at the Haringvliet, carried out
by the tugboats Fury-2, Noordpool and
Spitsbergen; the amount of f. 150,000 (One
hundred and fifty thousand guilders).
Since an amount of f. 25,000- is already paid to
you, a further amount of f. 125,000 will bebeen transferred to your account.
I request you to send me proof in writing from
Smit-International that they have given their
approval to you to handle this case in their
name.THE MINISTER OF DEFENSE, for him,
THE HEAD OF THE CIVIL-LAW OFFICE,
Mr. F. A. von Heijden
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DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE
Legal affairs office
Telegram address: Navy - The Hague
To Mr. G. Theunisse
Sasdijk AB, 4671 RP Dinteloord
Our number Proposal-/order
number 1011113/1004679
The Hague, November 11, 1983
Subject: Salvage Hr. Ms. Naarden /
Hr. Ms. Ommen (Jzc 2/443)
With respect to your letter October 11, 1983, I
bring to your attention, if still necessary, that on
September 21, 1983 at Rotterdam partiesagreed fully about the amount to pay by us.
After long deliberations and talks, both parties
agreed with the amount of f. 150,000-
VAT was never been mentioned at this
meeting, neither by you, nor by the Mrs.Noordzij or Bom from Smit-International.
During this meeting, it was clear on both sides
that the offer of f. 150,000 was the highest
offer to which the Royal Navy was prepared to
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go. For this reason, I request you to send me a
letter conform my request in my letter dated
October 10, 1983.
THE MINISTER VAN DEFENSE, for him,
THE HEAD OF THE CIVIL-LAW OFFICE
Mr. F. A. von Heijden
Well, what did I tell you?
THE END
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enough to anchor. Not for a million bucks, he
wouldnt!
On the VHF, those emergency anchoring
maneuvers are immediately followed by those
peculiar kinds of prayers to the strangest
breeds of Gods, with a wide variety of hellfire,
damnation, cursing, and some very
complicated comparisons made by skippers
among each other, about more specific names
of parts of the human body from every gender,
which I shall gracefully omit here.
In about five minutes, the river is now speckled
with radar-echoes big and small, and
everywhere. VHF ship-to-ship traffic-channelsare completely cocked-up with strange noises,
faintly tickling ones oldest DNA particles of
ones memory about those long forgotten secret
and bloody barbaric ceremonies from our
ancestors in the long gone far away densewoods of the evening land.
Andrests assure: when there is a fog coming
up quickly as this, the tide is falling, always!
Therefore, in short, you must be one hell of
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quick learner, navigating by radar on these
waters in fall, when you are suddenly called for
by a desperate mayday, being just a rookie
salvage captain!
A real good lesson I learned from River Master
G. de B., at the time assigned to RWS-Post
Wemeldinge.
We were searching like howling madmen in the
densest of a fog for a large Eiltank motor
tanker with an evenly large tanker barge
attached alongside, which unit had short before
reported herself grounded at falling tide, of
course and from then had vanished from the
radio channels. Afterwards, it turned out thatafter she hit the ground, the captain had started
telephone frenzy with his owner, reason why
we could not reach him no more.
We, searching and searching along in great
haste, staring ourselves silly in the radarscreen, and didnt found shit! Until Ger called
on the VHF from twenty miles away, Hey you,
dude, turn you gain knob slowly back until
your screen starts to look real empty!
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Mind you about this Radar, onboard Fury-2 that
time; this was an ancient DECCA set, filled up
with glass radio valves, large and small (large
mostly), glowing mysteriously in the dark with
bluish radiation and always a distinct smell of
ozone around it. It didnt had ARPA you know,
or VRM distance measuring, or a build-in
compass, let alone GPS tracks, speed, ETA or
whatever! Just a very long but still narrow CRT
in a box, weighing about one Ton, with a thick,
fat sweep wobbling around and some blurred
rings on it, resembling only remotely ones
average mileage and distances. Of course,
DECCA is still around and much moresophisticated these days.
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The good old Decca
Obeying little boys as we were, I followed his
advice immediately, and first, of course, the
weaker echoes disappeared from the CRT.Next, the contours from the coast vanished,
followed by t