The sea is as smooth as a new tablecloth. Like snow, it blinds the eyes. Visibility is twenty miles, if not thirty.
We are calmly walking with a pelagic trawl, exploring a new area of the ocean.
On the bridge stands the youngest navigator, a recent graduate of the mariner Valery Bezlyudny. He performs his duties with the meticulous precision of a novice. At eleven o'clock, he reports by phone that he sees a ship on the horizon. In order not to discourage a conscientious guy, I immediately go up to the bridge and begin to study the approaching object through binoculars.
The stranger is a medium—capacity bulk carrier that follows with its running lights on when the sun is clear. After observing, I am convinced that his course lies at a dangerous intersection with our course. Now, not only for the edification of the young navigator, but also for timely security measures, I turn on the radar and begin to measure the distance to the stranger, calculate his speed.
When the locator shows two miles, I order the navigator to fire a red rocket from the rocket launcher. Let them rub their eyes and see the signals on our mast: the vessel under the trawl is out of control.
The stranger does not react to the rocket in any way.
Then I order you to give a series of typhoon warning signals.
— Wow, wow, wow! — the tinned throat of the horn roars, scaring seagulls taking a nap on the water.
There was no movement on the other side. It's like he's extinct!
The navigator and I can already clearly make out the colorful Panamanian flag on the sooty halyards. The wind lazily plays with it at the gaff of the mainmast.
— Look, it's like the Flying Dutchman! — admires the romantically minded navigator.
Half a team was lined up on the port side of our Swallow. Aunt Pasha, the cook, stood in the open galley door with a rag in her hand. Everyone is watching the strange alien with curiosity. But so far, I'm the only one who seems to understand that the situation is taking a bad turn.
— "Passat nostalgia"! — Valery Bezlyudny finally makes out the English letters at the stem. — We are not strangers to poetry, however!
— And what does it mean: "passat nostalgia"? "What is it?" asks the second mate, who has come up to the control room.
—Well,— shrugs Bezlyudny, —if you translate it into Russian, you get something like "longing for trade winds" or "longing for a fair wind."
— It's boring, but the rules of the PPSS must be followed! - I say. — Valery Ivanovich, another series of beeps!
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