Long long ago, in a galaxy far far away, I was Mate on an AHTS that went into the Shipyard for several weeks.
We were almost next door to a nice restaurant and watering hole called Shanghai Red’s. Most of the shipyard’s safety meeting consisted of the sternest possible warning to never walk out of the Shipyard gate, not even to go to Shanghai Red’s. Always take a taxi. They said it was the kind of neighborhood where someone got shot on the street about once a month for no good reason. I forget what that area was called, but for some reason we called it Angola. It was a longer taxi ride, but not too expensive to Gilley’s, where we rode the same mechanical bull that John Travolta had just popularized while romancing Debra Winger in a movie called Urban Cowboy.
The USCG inspector spoke openly and proudly about how he was going to retire in a few months and become a Marine superintendent at our company. So of course he became known as “Company Man.” The very young ABS surveyor had a spotless white boilersuit that somehow never got dirty and he had the same well maintained hairdo as John Travolta in one of those disco movies. We called him the Disco Kid.
The vessel was basically sound, but it had been beaten hard in The Gulf, Newfoundland, the North Sea and Africa for years. Company Man and Disco Kid did a five year special survey on the dry dock. They were there for hours almost every day. There was lots of steel work, sandblasting, painting, new zincs, shaft, wheel and rudder refurbishment, and a variety of other things going on.
Company Man and Disco Kid supposedly crawled all the tanks, but when she went overboard, she had an unexpected list. It turned out that one of the supposedly empty and gas free tanks contained a large quantity of fuel. That tank had just had several zincs welded onto its shell plate. Fortunately, the tank had so much fuel that the zincs were below the fuel level and welding them on did not cause an explosion. Company Man buried it bullshit excuses, but Disco Kid was really embarrassed.
The crew pointed out a few problems that were being overlooked to Company Man and Disco Kid. Some were corrected, some ignored, some were 835’s for next inspection. We had been trying to get the company to put an electric motor on the anchor windlass for months (it had been taken off for repair, but was beyond repair). The port engineer told the captain we’d have to wait awhile longer for the motor. I asked the captain: “what can we do to get a motor”? He replied in true Gulf mudboat fashion that: “The only thing a sailor cares about is getting the anchor down, getting it back is the company’s problem.” First, I asked Disco Kid about the motor. He replied that ABS inspection dealt with structure and watertight integrity, not anchor windlasses. As soon as I got a good chance to confer with Company Man over at Shanghai Red’s, I asked him to address the missing motor on the Anchor windlass. He said he’d make sure the company supplied a new motor. He issued an 835 requiring that the new motor be installed within two months.
Near the end of the shipyard period, Company Man and Disco Kid were finished, but an insurance surveyor unexpectedly showed up and started looking around. The captain and Chief were at over at Shanghai Reds with the port engineer. The Insurance surveyor found alarming wiring problems in the engine room (there were lots of hanging wires, and some were hot dead ends). He came to the wheelhouse and asked for the captain. I said: Captain’s ashore, but I’m the Mate.” He said when are you sailing. I said in a couple days. He said I found some serious problems with wiring in the engineroom, and I’m just getting started. This boat isn’t going anywhere until these problems are properly fixed. So I showed him the anchor windlass lacking a motor, all the 835’s, and a few other things. When we left the shipyard a week later, there was a new motor on the anchor windlass, and most of the other 835s and crew identified items were fixed, along with a good number of issues the insurance surveyor found himself.
None of this, other than the extra week of delay, seemed to bother the company a bit.