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shivadh · 1 year ago

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Imagine losing your rudder out at sea and sending out a distress call. And then the largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship in the world comes to your rescue. [...] To our knowledge it is the first time that an east indiaman, and the first time for Götheborg, to engage in such a rescue.

Tuesday last week, the 25th of April [2023], Götheborg of Sweden was heading for the upcoming portstop in Jersey. Just after 4pm, a distress call was sent by the MRCC regarding a sailing vessel that had lost its rudder and was drifting. Being the closest ship to the sailing boat, Götheborg answered the call. The sailing boat was towed after the Götheborg during the night from the 25th to the 26th of April. In the morning the 26th of April, a French search and rescue boat from the port of Paimpol came and met up off the French coast.

Text from the sailors on the sailing vessel Corto:

On April 25th at 01:00, we left Cherbourg and set sail for Camaret (the tip of Brittany). We are two experienced sailors on board (Simon and me) with the objective of bringing the boat to Southern Brittany.

At 15:30, we were at sea, more than 50 nautical miles from the coast, when our rudder broke. After sending a PAN-PAN call on the VHF radio, the three-masted sailboat Götheborg quickly responded to our call, offering to tow us to Paimpol (France).

We repeatedly emphasized that we were aboard a small 8-meter sailboat, but the response was the same each time: "We are a 50-meter three-masted sailboat, and we offer our assistance in towing you to Paimpol." We were perplexed by the size difference between our two boats, as we feared being towed by a boat that was too large and at too fast a speed that could damage our boat.

The arrival of the Götheborg on the scene was rapid and surprising, as we did not expect to see a merchant ship from the East India Company of the XVIII century. This moment was very strange, and we wondered if we were dreaming. Where were we? What time period was it? The Götheborg approached very close to us to throw the line and pass a large rope. The mooring went well, and our destinies were linked for very long hours, during which we shared the same radio frequency to communicate with each other.

The crew of the Götheborg showed great professionalism and kindness towards us. They adapted their speed to the size of our boat and the weather conditions. We felt accompanied by very professional sailors. Every hour, the officer on duty of the Götheborg called us to ensure everything was going well.

The next day, as we approached the French coast, we radioed for another boat to help us enter the port, but no one responded positively. Around noon, the Götheborg approached us as closely as possible and stayed by our side until the arrival of a French rescue boat to ensure that everything would go well for us before letting us go.

This adventure, very real, was an incredible experience for us. We were extremely lucky to cross paths with the Götheborg by chance and especially to meet such a caring crew.

Dear commander and crew of the Götheborg, your kindness, and generosity have shown that your ship is much more than just a boat. It embodies the noblest values of the sea, and we are honored to have had the chance to cross your path and benefit from your help.

We thank you again for everything you have done for us.

Sincerely,

David Moeneclaey (skipper of the sailboat Corto)

#research #noah deimos #dychev

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inuyassa · 2 years ago

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You Came?

In a small port town, a simple shop owner befriends a master swordsman.

zoro x female reader

Zoro swung open the shop door, all three swords at the ready. “Guess who's back?” He announced, placing the weapons on the counter.

Y/n sighed from behind the counter. “Do you think you could go one day without getting into a boss battle?” “Have you met my captain?”

Y/n paused. “Touche,” she said, looking down to inspect the damage. “This repair is gonna cost ya,” she said. “And I can’t keep putting things on your tab…”

Zoro laughed nervously. “Look, you know my money situation, I don’t have it all up front but as I get it, I’ll give it to you, promise.”

Luffy and his crew had been in this little port town for almost two months, and in that time, y/n had done repairs on Zoro’s swords about twice a week. Between his rigid training and magnetism for trouble, there wasn’t much downtime. Y/n knew they were pirates the moment they set foot on the docks, everyone did. But, they carried themselves with such warmth and charisma that the townsfolk were willing to turn a blind eye and let them enjoy their portstop. In the meantime, Luffy helped overthrow a tyrannical Marine outpost that had plagued the town for years, and they even agreed to stay ashore for a few months in order to fend off anyone else who tries to come and take the post back.

The first time Zoro came into y/n’s shop, he was covered in blood and his blades looked beaten to hell. It took a few all-nighters but she managed to restore them to their former glory. Ever since then, Zoro would bring them in for the slightest smudge. He never paid her, and she tried to act like it bothered her, but she enjoyed his company so much, she let it slide.

“Look,” she began. “You’re up to your ears in IOU’s with my shop, so heres what I’ll do.” She leaned over the counter, screwdriver in hand to give her a more authoritative point. “You can buy me dinner and we’ll call it even.”

Zoro’s nose and ears turned bright red. “Huh?” “Dinner, all the meals I skipped tending to your very particular swords, I’d say you owe me at least that!”

Zoro nervously rubbed the back of his neck, between the red face and green hair, he looked like an anxious strawberry. “Yeah, sure, I can do that.”

Y/n clapped. “Great! Meet me at Fisheyes tonight, 8 o’clock. I’ll have a round of drinks waiting but the rest will be your treat, deal?”

Zoro smiled. “Deal.” ***

“I’m an idiot,” y/n sighed, downing the last of her beer. She eyed the mug she had ordered for Zoro, the temptation too strong to overpower. “Fuck it,” she breathed, lifting the mug and taking a few solid swigs.

She had been at Fisheye for over an hour, and Zoro hadn’t been bothered to show up. What did she think would happen? She just told a pirate that all the labor she’d been doing was free and he didn't owe her anything! If he was even a mediocre pirate, he’d be smart to take that offer and run.

She thought Zoro might have been different…

She settled her check and headed home.

*** Y/n walked outside, the early morning light cut through the cool, crisp air. The sound of gulls and crashing waves were always such a comfort. Even after the night she had, it was hard to be sad this close to the sea.

“Can anyone tell me how to get to Fishey?!”

Y/n heard a desperate, yet familiar voice. She glanced to her left and saw Zoro, walking limply against the railing of a dock. His eyes were sunken, dark bags underneath, almost as if he'd…

“Zoro?” Y/n called. He looked up at her and the most pathetic smile spread across his face.

“Y/n! Boy am I glad to see you!” Filled with a surge of energy he ran towards her, stopping, out of breath when he reached her. “I know I messed up,” he began, hands on his knees, hunched over. “But, I can explain-” “Were you…lost?”

Zoro glanced up at her, a look of confusion and embarrassment came across his face. “I…uh…”

Y/n laughed. “Holy shit,” she bellowed. “You didn’t stand me up! You couldn’t find the damn restaurant! How did you manage to get lost in a town as small as this one?!”

Zoro’s face now read pure disdain and annoyance. “It’s a special skill,” he groaned.

Y/n had lean against her door, her sides ready to split from laughing so hard. “How-I thought you took your swords and ran! I was so poutty last night I thought you stood me up!” She fell to her knees, another fit of laughter overcoming her. Zoro blinked consfusedly before squatting down.

“You really thought I stood you up?” He asked. “I mean, sort of…” Y/n managed to calm herself down.

Zoro scratched his head before sitting down in front of her. “I mean, if I was gonna skip town, I’d at least have said goodbye. I’m a pirate not a monster. Besides, no one besides me and the man who forged it has been able to care for my weapons the way you do! Why would I leave without one more repair?”

Y/n wiped a tear from her face, her stomach felt tight from all the laughter. “How did you manage to find my shop as many times as you did?”

Zor pointed to the docks. “That’s my ship,” he said. He then pointed to y/n’s shop. “That’s your shop. Even I can make that journey.”

Y/n started to giggle again. “Well, I’m honored to be among the few that Zoro can find without a map, leash, or Nami.” “I still owe you dinner,” Zoro interjected. “How about I come by after you close up shop? Then we can walk there together.”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, but, how can I be sure you’ll find my shop after sightseeing all day?”

Now it was Zoro’s turn to laugh aloud. “I’ve been up all night! My ass is heading to the ship to sleep until dinnertime!”

#one piece #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one shot #tumblr fanfic #zoro fluff #sfw fic

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