Hera Storm biography

Hera Fotich, perhaps, I would never have remembered those that happened instantly, seconds, minutes. I wrote that it is unlikely that anyone will go down to the storm under the water. It is easier to create waves in an artificial pool or remove the surf with an increase. But a charming girl intervened-Director of Dive Center in Moscow. She said that there are no problems - she is ready to go down under the water!

In the photo, I saw her slender body with an aqualanga behind her shoulders against the backdrop of a snow -white tile, a frozen blue sparkled under her feet ... And then the memory of the very magical casket threw back the lid, and instead of a cheerful cheurt, a clot of horror I experienced. February of the year - I am a fishing ship of the Atlantic project, a crew of forty people.

On board colleagues from Galifax. Conducted studies on the removal of squid larvae with a gulfstim. The weather is cloudy, rains, fogs. Constantly shakes - Canadian oceanologists lie in beds. There was my evening watch. The air temperature is slightly above zero-still a warm course. On the tank at the right side, a remote arrow with a block is installed, a winch with a large spinning drum and a metal hinged bridge hanging seven meters directly above the water.

There was one person hanging on the cable. It was me. The safety belt reliably riveted me with a chain to the fence. Normal work - I catch battleometers with special locks, then I give the command to the sailor: Main. He holds the wheel of the steering wheel with both hands. A little to the right, a click is heard - the engine turns on and the cable goes under water. I raise my hand up - a click, stop, hang a new device.

Masha down and he, in turn, disappears in the abyss. The depth of the station is two or three kilometers. Then half an hour of exposure of devices at a depth for fixing the parameters. I let the weight on the cable, and he takes turns turning the battometers, fixing the temperature on the horizons, capturing water samples. Next is the rise. And when all the devices, and there are about thirty of them, were overboard, the shutty navigator went out onto the side bridge and shouted into the mouthpower that the storm was approaching - it is time to round up and quickly.

We did not have our sailors in the state and this sailor - the steering assistant was borrowed for a while from the cutting to accelerate the process. I waved to him, and the winch began to strain out of the abyss of human hands, the analogue of which was used back in the 17th century. I can only say that Canadians removed the same water parameters in six minutes. They shot at the water from a special pistol.

The probe fell to the bottom, transmitting information to the oscilloscope. We looked at this cosmic invention with envy, sincerely believing that our mercury thermometers with an iron container is more precise and more reliable. Now - funny! Suddenly, a cold wind blew abruptly. There was still no waves and water, previously ridiculous to the green endless steppe surface, became dark blue, and then a gray and further lead with a metal tint.

White divorces were bent on the surface, it is just time to remove the foam - now it will boil. Water could not yet understand what the wind wanted from it and was pressed under its gusts with displeasure, grinning with scallops. But he was stubborn and blew stably, knocked out, crumbled and dropped her white teeth in a dark abyss. From somewhere above with a wild threatening piercing squeak, a large flock of gulls diverted and took off to the side, disappeared into the darkness.

The sky dropped, as if it wanted to merge with water - it was related to color. A quiet whistle and a tinkling of metal appeared - it was a trembling learks. He crackled the speakerphone - the watch navigator gave the command. Sailors appeared on the boat deck - they began to pull up the swinging boats, tightly fasten to board, covering with a tarp.

I heard a few poppies and, with my head, saw a proudly turning red flag. There, at the very top, rescue rafts were stored. The soul became calmer. It’s like someone invisible and the Great accompanied the crew’s chores with approval applause. The navigator called the sailor and he, whipping guiltily, handed me the key to the winch. I began to do everything myself. The depths on which the devices hung, I remembered by heart and, looking at the arrow reporting meters, stopped the cable in time, waiting for a familiar one who was once a white, and now a peeling silhouette.

Then he went to the bridge - took off the mounts. He returned and installed the device in a special stand next to the fire control. The distance was four meters, but there was not enough insurance long. I had to unfasten it. He turned on the motor, and the cable glided up, through the arrow block, wound on the bobbin. According to my calculations, there were about twenty minutes of work.

The emerging water crests still tried to shine with a differently or dodged, but the wind combined the water in one direction, until the white zigzags stretched out, turning into slender advancing lines, following one after another. It began to drift the rain. I pulled out the straps of his pants, fastened the jacket under his throat, threw the hood over his head, pulled it tightly and tied the ribbon on the neck.

This orange fishing rubber suit was worn over his clothes when we went to the deck - saved from moisture.In addition, they hoped that in it we are better visible from the window of the navigator. The pitch appeared and the ship began to reluctantly cross side by side, and my bridge leaned closer to the water. But this was not scared. I managed to love the ocean of the tropical latitudes, and the threatening rapprochement seemed to me a game of stamps - we stained each other in turn.

The only inconvenience was that the cable began to rub on the hull of the vessel, and I could stretch the devices only when my board was turning to the water - the bridge was already touching the surface. According to the instructions, the work was prohibited at seven points - a wave of about five meters. But I could not quit scientific equipment. And stubbornly continued to stretch the devices.

The navigators specifically substituted my side to the wind so that the drift allowed the cable to be away from the vessel. But the angle of inclination periodically became so large that I had to climb the tiptoe or stand on the fence to reach the battometer hanging above the water. The wind broke the crests and beat me on the face, penetrated under his jacket, trying to inflate me for sure the ball for his game.

The ship's maneuvering inspired the confidence that they saw me from the cutting. To stand at one point, the vessels of the vessel are usually turned on periodically, and vibration goes through the metal case. But now, through the sole of the boots, I felt how much the deck was trembling - the screws worked continuously - we carried. I did not notice how the darkness enveloped me.

Looking around, he picked up his face up and saw only faded square windows of the navigator in the height. Their light cut out the darkness by just a few meters, and in this sector many white flies flickered. My face was cold - I realized that it was snowing. In some places, the superstructure was lit by lights. A floodlight beam hit his eyes, and I realized that they did not forget about me - blinded, raised his hand and waved gratefully.

It was necessary to continue to work. The ray lit only the place where I was, darkness was thickened around. By growing brilliance and hiss overboard, he could only guess about the approach of the wave. The face was wet with splashes, salted foam pinned his eyes, snowed. There was no time to smell it, and I looked through the divorces, unscrewing the mounts of the devices from memory.

There was very little left. And now the last batter is fixed in the rack. I turned into the light and waved my hand again. In the wheelhouse I was understood in my own way and sent a spotlight on the nose of the ship-I found myself in complete impenetrable darkness. I felt my feet how diesel was earned intensely, and the ship took a wave. Around it whistled, chewed and rang. Water blows on board sounded with cannon shots.

I have never heard that. It was necessary to expand the arrow, throw a disgrace on the winch and remove the slotting bridge. Having wrapped the winch, I took out a fixer of the rotation of the arrow and then I felt the ship falling into the abyss. He grabbed the bent cold body of the beam. At the slope, she turned forward, dragging me along.