Killswitch Engage
Part I
The Storm
Part I
The Storm
January 8, 1990 - 19:30 hrs [UTC-5]
North Atlantic Ocean
MV Blue Star
(38° 44' 4" N, 70° 50' 52" W)
Captain Clovis Bonneville, age 43, was a man who spent the last twenty years at sea. If he were to calculate just how much time he spend at sea, versus how much time he spent on land, Bonneville wouldn't have been surprised to know that he spent two-thirds of his life on the water. He was a man had difficulty sleeping on anything steady and he was a man who looked nearly sixty years old, thanks to the harshness of his job. Bonneville was the captain of the MV Blue Star, a 7,800-ton, 430-foot long refrigerated cargo ship. It was his second command since making captain with his shipping agency, which he had been employed with since he turned 20 and left the Hirgizstanian military. He was a fan favorite amongst the crews of Consolidated Shipping, Inc. but he was far from everyone's favorite on this particular cruise.
Bonneville's ship had departed Abidjan fifteen days and forty-five hundred nautical miles earlier. They spent the first four and a half days on the way to Cape Verde, where they docked for only a day, refueling and restocking their supplies. From there, it was across the North Atlantic, towards Newark, New Jersey. Bonneville was intent on getting there as fast as possible simply because of what he had been told just prior to his departure, "Get there before the eleventh and you'll get a special bonus." He'd never met the man before but the way he was dressed frightened Bonneville deeply. He was evidently an important man in the Hirgizstanian government but he had an air of military about him, an air that screamed secret police…or worse.
Bonneville was racing against time for one other reason too, the same reason, which made his crew revile him at present. That reason was a powerful nor'easter that was slowly making its way northeast along the eastern seaboard of North America. The storm wasn't supposed to form until the eleventh and even then, it was only supposed to be in the outer banks, not along the coast of New Jersey, crawling towards Cape Cod, where it was expected to pass over with considerable rainfall and snowfall. The nor'easter, being called the January Blizzard of 1990 was churning up the seas in the North Atlantic for thousands of miles, especially since the storm itself was nine hundred miles wide. Bonneville's speed had dropped to just over four knots and in the past sixteen hours, they had traveled just seventy-two nautical miles. With two hundred nautical miles to go until they reached Newark, Bonneville was cursing his foolishness. He had raced across the North Atlantic to meet the deadline and, in the process, raced right into hell.
Bonneville's foolishness was only compounded by his stubbornness. Despite having two skilled and accomplished pilots, Bonneville had been unwilling to take a break. He had been at the wheel of the ship of the past sixteen hours, kept awake only by foods with a high content of sugar. Whenever he felt his body crash, he would slam down a cup of black coffee that was so strong it could have peeled the paint from the side of his ship. To augment the sugar and the coffee, Bonneville had smoked four packs of cigarettes in the past sixteen hours and he realized that he had only four left. Nothing was worse than running out of cigarettes while at sea, nothing… He supposed that he could commandeer some from the crew but with how much they hated him at present, that was an ill-conceived and mutiny-inducing idea.
No, Bonneville would make it, even at his present speed of four knots. That meant fifty hours and he doubted that the seas would get any worse than they were. The weather advisory had reported that a ship further away reported a single wave of sixty-three feet but that average seas were thirty-three feet. Where Bonneville was, the seas were forty to forty-five feet. Sustained winds were in excess of sixty knots and with it being night, it was beyond taking on his body and mind. Bonneville was fatigued beyond comprehension but adrenaline was keeping him awake when the nicotine, caffeine, and sugar weren't. Ahead of him, the sea was full of white foam and the spray was almost too much for his ship's furious windshield wipers. These were violent conditions, nearly hurricane force conditions and though he had been piloting ships across the North Atlantic for the better part of the last ten years, he wondered if he had ever faced conditions like this before. Suddenly it made sense why the most powerful navies in the world never conducted military exercises in the North Atlantic in winter; storms like this were more common than not. Only two hundred miles to go… just two hundred… He thought to himself as he saw a faint shape out in front. Fatigued, he rubbed his eyes, knowing that there was nothing out there.
Bonneville's ship had departed Abidjan fifteen days and forty-five hundred nautical miles earlier. They spent the first four and a half days on the way to Cape Verde, where they docked for only a day, refueling and restocking their supplies. From there, it was across the North Atlantic, towards Newark, New Jersey. Bonneville was intent on getting there as fast as possible simply because of what he had been told just prior to his departure, "Get there before the eleventh and you'll get a special bonus." He'd never met the man before but the way he was dressed frightened Bonneville deeply. He was evidently an important man in the Hirgizstanian government but he had an air of military about him, an air that screamed secret police…or worse.
Bonneville was racing against time for one other reason too, the same reason, which made his crew revile him at present. That reason was a powerful nor'easter that was slowly making its way northeast along the eastern seaboard of North America. The storm wasn't supposed to form until the eleventh and even then, it was only supposed to be in the outer banks, not along the coast of New Jersey, crawling towards Cape Cod, where it was expected to pass over with considerable rainfall and snowfall. The nor'easter, being called the January Blizzard of 1990 was churning up the seas in the North Atlantic for thousands of miles, especially since the storm itself was nine hundred miles wide. Bonneville's speed had dropped to just over four knots and in the past sixteen hours, they had traveled just seventy-two nautical miles. With two hundred nautical miles to go until they reached Newark, Bonneville was cursing his foolishness. He had raced across the North Atlantic to meet the deadline and, in the process, raced right into hell.
Bonneville's foolishness was only compounded by his stubbornness. Despite having two skilled and accomplished pilots, Bonneville had been unwilling to take a break. He had been at the wheel of the ship of the past sixteen hours, kept awake only by foods with a high content of sugar. Whenever he felt his body crash, he would slam down a cup of black coffee that was so strong it could have peeled the paint from the side of his ship. To augment the sugar and the coffee, Bonneville had smoked four packs of cigarettes in the past sixteen hours and he realized that he had only four left. Nothing was worse than running out of cigarettes while at sea, nothing… He supposed that he could commandeer some from the crew but with how much they hated him at present, that was an ill-conceived and mutiny-inducing idea.
No, Bonneville would make it, even at his present speed of four knots. That meant fifty hours and he doubted that the seas would get any worse than they were. The weather advisory had reported that a ship further away reported a single wave of sixty-three feet but that average seas were thirty-three feet. Where Bonneville was, the seas were forty to forty-five feet. Sustained winds were in excess of sixty knots and with it being night, it was beyond taking on his body and mind. Bonneville was fatigued beyond comprehension but adrenaline was keeping him awake when the nicotine, caffeine, and sugar weren't. Ahead of him, the sea was full of white foam and the spray was almost too much for his ship's furious windshield wipers. These were violent conditions, nearly hurricane force conditions and though he had been piloting ships across the North Atlantic for the better part of the last ten years, he wondered if he had ever faced conditions like this before. Suddenly it made sense why the most powerful navies in the world never conducted military exercises in the North Atlantic in winter; storms like this were more common than not. Only two hundred miles to go… just two hundred… He thought to himself as he saw a faint shape out in front. Fatigued, he rubbed his eyes, knowing that there was nothing out there.
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FORECAST DISCUSSION FOR MIDATL
NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE ATLANTIC CITY NJ
1930 EST MON JAN 8 1990
DANGEROUS OCEAN STORM..PROBABLY ONE OF THE WORST SINCE THE BLIZZARD OF 78...IS
HEADING NNE ALONG COAST...SEAS CONTINUE TO BUILD ALONG COAST...WILL CONTINUE
GALE WARNINGS...
ALREADY 3 DOZEN BOATS BEACHED OR SUNK ALONG EASTERN COASTLINE...SHIP REPORT AT 41/59
OF 63 FOOT SEAS WHICH IS PROBABLY HIGH BUT A SIGN OF THE PROBLEMS UPCOMING.
THAT SAME VESSEL REPORTS SEAS OF 33 FEET. AVN MODEL SUPPORTS STORM CENTER 171 NM
SOUTHEAST OF CAPE MAY. STORM TRACK CONTINUES ALONG BEARING 019 NO EXPECTED
CHANGE IN DIRECTION IS ANTICIPATED FOR 8 HOURS. WIND SPEEDS AVERAGE 45 KTS AT
COAST AND 65 KTS AT SEA. GUSTS OF 80 KTS REPORTED IN CAPE MAY NJ.
HEAVY SURF ADVISORY CONTINUES ALONG EASTERN COASTLINE. WAVES IN EXCESS OF 15 FT
ON COASTLINE. MAJOR BEACH EROSION EXPECTED.
STORM TO CONTINUE ON COURSE AT 5 KT FORWARD SPEED. CHANCES OF STORM
INTENSIFYING OVER NEXT 48 HOURS HIGH. STORM COULD PRODUCE WINDS AND WAVES
OF HURRICANE STRENGTH IF THIS OCCURS. MAJOR PROBLEMS FOR COASTLINE.
ALONG COASTLINE HEAVY RAIN ASSOCIATED WITH STORM. INLAND HEAVY SNOW IS BEING
OBSERVED WITH SNOWFALL TOTALS IN EXCESS OF 20 IN.
FORECAST MODEL SOMEWHAT INCOMPLETE CONCERNING STORM. EXPECT STORM TO GROW
AND POTENTIALLY STALL AS APPROACHES LONG ISLAND. CURRENT STORM DIAMETER NOW
900 MI.
WILL TRANSMIT NEXT ADVISORY AT 2100 EST.
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