Submarines are always boats, never ships, too - the difference is pretty much completely arbitrary tbh
Ship porn
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The whole history of nautical language, terminology etc and its enduring influence on modern English is fascinatingI see ship comes from the Old English scip, hence why a captain is a skipper.
There are so many obscure / unique / weird words involved in boats, ships, sailing and seafaring
oneflewover
Following "The Tigers"
Shall we have the biggest ship in the world? Under final fitting out in Rotterdam. Now going to be called Pioneering Spirit.
Unlikely to see it up the Trent
Unlikely to see it up the Trent
Bakunin
I am Noodle's bitch.
I think my mother's first fiance served on the HMS Barham...
My grandfather was my grandmother's third wartime fiance. The first was an infantry officer who died at Dunkirk. The second was a Spitfire pilot who proposed and went up on a mission the next day. He's still listed as missing in action over the Channel. My grandfather (the bootneck) managed to survive, married her when he returned from the Far East in 1945 and they were together until she died in 1989.
If he'd bought it as well she could have kept the match ball.
Sirena
Don't monkey with the buzzsaw
My eventual father was an aircraft engineer, so no front-line action for him....
That ship is today, a bar and restaurant on the Thames in Central London.
She was back up north for a major refit early last year. I reckon we should have refused to give her back and set her up here, in her rightful place. Be a nice attraction, a floating restaurant somewhere around Corporation Pier.
I think my mother's first fiance served on the HMS Barham...
Barham - in her earliest guise, before the succession of refits in the 1920s/30s - is one of the ships in the squadron of Dreadnoughts I posted a few pages back. I thought the footage of her end was a bit grim for a ship-porn thread. IIRC she's still the only capital ship to have been lost to a submarine attack.
And the third one sat in Grimsby until she'd deteriorated beyond the point of saving and was ripped apart with bulldozers.
I had a conversation not long back with someone involved in a campaign to put her back together. Let's just say that realism and he had a fairly distant relationship.Brainaddict
slight system overdrive
A good video to watch when you think you're having a bad day at work.
Bakunin
I am Noodle's bitch.
And the third one sat in Grimsby until she'd deteriorated beyond the point of saving and was ripped apart with bulldozers.
I tend to look at restoring and salvaging ships and boats on a case-by-case basis, myself. I'm especially hot on the issue of taking things from war graves and civilian vessels when passengers and/or crew died during their sinking. People pillaging war graves for souvenirs and/or scrap metal infuriates me
steveo87
22/11/2022 - got a maths joke.
USS GROWLER!!!The US did something similar with an early cruise missile. The USS Growler - A boat so leaky with a missile so unreliable that it was often said to present a far greater threat to Canada than any country it might actually be targeting!
I'm such a child! Literally crying with laughter!
Agreed. In the specific case of Lincoln Castle, though, it seems to me best to face the fact that she's gone, and it'd be better to spend money on the plenty of historic ships that need it than to try and build - in effect - a replica.
In terms of maritime bad days at work this one is pretty good, reputedly a letter sent by a ship captain to the company, probably in the 1950s:
Dear Sirs,
It is with deep regret and in great haste that I write this letter to you. With regret that such a small misunderstanding should lead to the circumstances I describe below, and in haste in order that you receive this report before you form any preconceived notions and opinions from reports in the British press. I am sure that the press tend to over-dramatise in their reports on such casualties.
We had just embarked the Pilot and the Deck Cadet had returned to the Wheelhouse after changing over the G flag ("I require a Pilot") to the H flag ("I have a Pilot on board"). This being his first trip, he was having difficulty in rolling up the G flag before stowing it. I therefore proceeded to instruct him on the correct method of rolling up a signal flag. Coming to the last part of this instruction I told him to "Let go". The lad, although willing enough, was not too bright and this necessitated my having to repeat the order in a somewhat louder and sharper tone.
At this moment the Chief Officer appeared from the chartroom, having been plotting the vessel's progress and, thinking that it was the anchors that were being referred to, repeated the "Let go!" to the Third Officer, who was on the forecastle. The port anchor, having been cleared away but not walked out, was promptly let go. The effect of letting go the anchor whilst the vessel was proceeding at full harbour speed proved too much for the windlass brake. The entire length of the port cable was thus pulled out by the roots; depositing the anchor and thirteen shackles of cable on the harbour bed.
Whilst this was happening, the braking effect of the port anchor naturally caused a sheer to port - directly towards a swing bridge which spanned a tributary to the river on which we were navigating. The swing bridge operator showed great presence of mind by promptly opening the bridge for my vessel. Unfortunately, he did not think to stop the vehicular traffic for the bridge. The result was that the bridge opened and deposited a Volkswagen, two cyclists and a cattle truck on the foredeck. My ship's company are at present rounding up the contents of the cattle truck which I gather, from the noise outside, are pigs.
In his efforts to stop the progress of the vessel, the third mate then dropped the starboard anchor, too late to be of any use as it fell directly onto the swing bridge operator's control cabin, a poor reward, I fear, for his quick action in opening the bridge in the first place.
After the vessel had started to sheer, through the accidental letting go of the port anchor, I gave a "Double Ring" for Full Astern on the engine-room telegraph. I also personally rang the Engine Room to verbally order maximum astern revolutions. I was then informed by the duty Engineer that the sea temperature was 53 degrees Fahrenheit, and was asked if there was to be a movie shown that night. My reply, whilst colourful, would not add constructively to this report.
It is strange, but at exactly the same time as the port anchor was dropped there was a power cut ashore. The fact that we were passing over a cable area at the time may suggest that we might have touched something on the riverbed. It is perhaps lucky that the high tension cables which were brought down by our foremast and which landed on the foredeck and bridge were not "live", otherwise I might not be now writing this report. Possibly the cables had been replaced by an underwater cable. Owing to the blackout ashore, it is impossible to ascertain where the electric cable pylon fell. Up to now I have confined my report to the activities at the forward end of my vessel. Down aft they were having their own problems.
At the moment the port anchor was let go, the Second Mate was supervising the making fast of the cable from the after tug. The sudden braking effect of the port anchor caused the tug to run under the stern of my vessel - just at the very moment the propeller was answering my double ring of Full Astern. The prompt action of the Second Mate in securing the inboard end of the towing spring was vital in delaying the sinking of the tug by several minutes, thereby allowing the safe abandonment of that vessel by her crew.
It never fails to amaze me - the actions and behaviours of foreigners during a moment of crisis. The Pilot is huddled in the corner of my dayroom, crooning to himself after having drunk a bottle of whiskey in a time worthy of inclusion in the Guinness Book of Records. The Tug Master, on the other hand, reacted quite violently to the loss of his vessel and had to be forcibly restrained by the steward. He is at present handcuffed in the ship's hospital where he persists in telling me to do impossible things with my ship and my person.
Enclosed with this report are the names and addresses of the drivers and the details of their insurance companies, of the vehicles and cyclists that fell onto my foredeck. These particulars will enable you to claim for the damage they caused to the railings, coamings and deck around No.1 hatch when they landed there from the swing bridge.
To conclude this report I wish to point out that, had the Cadet not been a "First Tripper" and had more experience, he would have realised that it is not necessary to fly the Pilot Flag in the dark and none of this would have happened.
Yours faithfully,
[Master]
It's almost certainly made up, or at least heavily embellished, but funny nevertheless.
Bakunin
I am Noodle's bitch.
Yep, definitely.
Ok, I know it's a boat and not a ship but I helped build this boat along with my partner and a friend. We built it on the moors above Todmorden while the three of us lived in a caravan next to it. It took us nearly three years because of little money and bad winters. Sadly it never made it to the sea and is now in the state it is in the photo, resting in a field near Burnley.
Sirena
Don't monkey with the buzzsaw
Ok, I know it's a boat and not a ship but I helped build this boat along with my partner and a friend. We built it on the moors above Todmorden while the three of us lived in a caravan next to it. It took us nearly three years because of little money and bad winters. Sadly it never made it to the sea and is now in the state it is in the photo, resting in a field near Burnley.
Was it designed to be river/canal going or was it a land-based concept?
Supine
Newt Member
Ok, I know it's a boat and not a ship but I helped build this boat along with my partner and a friend. We built it on the moors above Todmorden while the three of us lived in a caravan next to it. It took us nearly three years because of little money and bad winters. Sadly it never made it to the sea and is now in the state it is in the photo, resting in a field near Burnley.
Did you run out of skunk?
planetgeli
There's no future in England's dreaming
The whole history of nautical language, terminology etc and its enduring influence on modern English is fascinating
There are so many obscure / unique / weird words involved in boats, ships, sailing and seafaring
Although funnily enough the common suffix "-ship" has no relation to anything nautical at all.
It was built for sea going. The plan was to sail it to South Africa where our friend's parents lived. Or rather they lived in was was then Rhodesia which is land locked. It was based on plans for a Cornish Fishing boat, I think it was called a Polperro Gaffer.Was it designed to be river/canal going or was it a land-based concept?
By the time it was almost finished I had become more politically aware and there was no way I was going to Rhodesia. I also wanted a baby.
My partner and I sold our two thirds for enough money to buy a house in Todmorden for cash. The person who bought our share of the boat lost interest and then someone else bought it and had it towed on a low loader to his home and that's where it's stayed. I took that photo a few years ago. I still see glimpses of it through the hedgerow if ever I drive that way.
Sweet FA
✪ Three rounds Lord, in my .44 ✪
I want to read the novel of which this is a synopsisIt was built for sea going. The plan was to sail it to South Africa where our friend's parents lived. Or rather they lived in was was then Rhodesia which is land locked. It was based on plans for a Cornish Fishing boat, I think it was called a Polperro Gaffer.
By the time it was almost finished I had become more politically aware and there was no way I was going to Rhodesia. I also wanted a baby.
It's not that funny tbh
You're a Shipwright Shirl beats the SV-Seeker for me.It was built for sea going. The plan was to sail it to South Africa where our friend's parents lived. Or rather they lived in was was then Rhodesia which is land locked. It was based on plans for a Cornish Fishing boat, I think it was called a Polperro Gaffer.
By the time it was almost finished I had become more politically aware and there was no way I was going to Rhodesia. I also wanted a baby.
planetgeli
There's no future in England's dreaming
Well at least you were honest, in your opinion, at the end of the day.
All's well that ends well
Spymaster
Plastic Paddy
When did you build it, Shirl?Ok, I know it's a boat and not a ship but I helped build this boat along with my partner and a friend. We built it on the moors above Todmorden while the three of us lived in a caravan next to it. It took us nearly three years because of little money and bad winters. Sadly it never made it to the sea and is now in the state it is in the photo, resting in a field near Burnley.
Between 1974/77. We were featured on the Granada News one time. I think people thought three weirdos (well two weirdos and me)
living in a caravan on the moors building a boat to sail to Africa was local newsworthy 
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