For the 150 crewinen and officers aboard an ocean station vessel. It is a blend of the arduous and the monotonous, and it becomes downright miserable when, as often happens at sea in the northern latitudes, low pressure areas develop in steady succession, one merging into another. Commander Clark said. Dawn after a big blow may find the superstructure encrusted with tons of ice, formed by flying spume. The men hack and letter away at it with mallets, picks, and outsized baseball bats.
Quarters are close aboard a cutter, the avenues of diversionare limited.
A different movie is shown every night, and a weekly bingo game helps break the routine. The life largely is one of work. Still, for many, it does satisfy the yearnings of spirit that have drawn men to the sea for centuries. As the Half Moon's skipper. To a seafaring man.