Baltic Cloud approaching her anchor position, so close to us that I could hear the engines whine when as we see below the old man put the engines astern to take the way off…….resulting in a nice cloud of soot that would have the German Wasserpolizei dancing a jig and slapping air pollution fines on you quicker than you can drop anchor.
Fortunately for Baltic Cloud, her cloud of soot landed on Russian water and she probably would never get within shouting distance of Germany, most likely as her name suggests plying the waters of the Baltic, more or less all the time.
When the smoke died down a dull din of anchor cable rattling out of the chain box was heard across the anchorage with a smaller cloud of rust and dust covering the boys on the fo’csle, but they were probably protecting themselves with Red Marlboro and thus avoided inhaling rust.
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