In February,
2002, I received a fax message from one of my clients in Singapore , he had appointed me to carryout an investigation
to find the cause for the delay in arrival of a ship, under his charter, at Trincomalee.
The initial
ETA had been 8.00 AM on the 10th of February but the vessel had
arrived at 12.00 noon on the 11th of February, almost 28 hours
later.
I, along with my senior assistant, left for
Trincomalee and arrived there
around 0930 hours on the 12th. On boarding the vessel we went straight to the Master’s cabin, and found that the door was closed. When I knocked, a person opened
the door and said “I am the Captain. Who are you? What do you want?” I presented him my business card. He looked at it and asked me
“What do you want, why are you here, what survey you got to do?” We were still
standing at the entrance to his cabin. I said
“Captain, I am here on behalf of your Charterers to investigate the
delayed arrival of your vessel at Trincomalee.”
He started
to shout and in that tone he said “What bloody delayed arrival are you talking
about? I have no news from Charterers about your attendance!” Then I showed him
the fax. He refused to look at it.
Then he
called his Chief Officer and told him “Chief, do not give
any information to this person and do not show any log books or other
documents, and tell Chief Engineer the same thing too.”
I waited
there for a few minutes and asked him, “Captain, can I take a round on the
deck?” He said “OK, but do not wait for
long” and shut the door.
It was very
embarrassing, but I decided that I will only leave the ship with some results.
I went down
with my assistant to the deck, and walked on
the Starboard side towards the No 1 hatch. There I saw a young
officer, wearing a blue overall and safety helmet. I assumed
that it must have been the third or second officer, who usually does cargo
watches. I went upto him and asked, “Are you the third officer?” He said “Yes.”
Then I
asked him, “From where did this ship come, and where was this cargo loaded?”
He said, “At
Makassar in Indonesia .”
I told him, “I have heard about it. It’s supposed to be a nice place?”
At the same
time, I saw two men, both in orange colour overalls
doing some work in one of the winches in Derrick No 1.
The third
officer said “ Yes, yes, it was a nice place. You know, my bosun spent all his
salary there.”
I asked,
“What about you? Did you not go out and have a good time?”
He said “ I
went, but there was not much time. I had to come back for duty.”
We
continued our conversation.
I said “So
it was bad news, a young guy like you could not enjoy after going to a such
nice place. What happened afterwards? What was the next port after Makassar ?”
He said
“After that, we went to Singapore
outer anchorage and waited for our Superintendent and some spares to arrive.”
I knew that I was getting somewhere.
While
talking with the young third mate, I
managed to collect a great deal of information as to the diversion and stoppage at sea to complete the repairs to No. 1 Derrick winch. Although they had completed the repairs, it had started giving trouble this morning, and the Superintendent who was ready to leave the vessel, had to stay back.
My
assistant managed to take a few photographs of the repair work that was going
on.
We got the necessary information, and I
did not want to wait any longer onboard.
As we were
walking towards the gangway, I saw the Captain waiting there. As we got closer
he asked me “Oh, you are still here?” I said, “Yes, I have many friends because
I come here very often” and I showed him the
Head checker on duty from the Sri Lanka Ports Authority.
Now, he
wanted to see the fax message and I showed it to him.
While
handing it back to me he said, “Still I cannot give you any information as my
owners have not granted me permission to do so.”
At this
time I told the Captain, “It seems there is a misunderstanding somewhere, to my
knowledge your owners are aware of my visit and the local agent confirmed that
to me.”
I did not
want to waste any time with him and said, “It is alright Captain, it was
your decision not to even accept me to your cabin, leave aside giving us any
information.” He just kept on staring at
me as I was going down the gangway.
As soon as
I came ashore I gave a fax message to Singapore from the local agents
office, giving information about the
illegal diversion and stoppage at sea. I
also mentioned the Master’s attitude towards us and that the information
obtained was very reliable.
Once we
gave this kind of information, the rest of it, could be worked out.
As far as
we were concerned we had done the job and later sent the photographs too.