Raising hell: Discovering, and recovering, lost warships
STORY BY STEPHEN J. THORNE
“Rise again! Rise again!” Canadian folksinger Stan Rogers declares in his song The Mary Ellen Carter, the story of a sunken fishing boat forsaken by its owners, only to be salvaged by its grateful and devoted crew.
“For we couldn’t leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale,” he sings. “She’d saved our lives so many times, living through the gale.”
The nature of seafaring, the dependence on a relatively tiny refuge perpetually (hopefully) afloat on vast and volatile waters, breeds in mariners a special affection for the crafts they sail in. It is in part why seamen have always referred to their ships in the feminine— ‘she’ and ‘her’ —for, the story goes, they are motherly, womb-like, life-sustaining vessels, protecting and nurturing their crews through good times and bad.
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