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We lost a man off this fantail. He was sitting one level up when a wave washed him overboard. I was standing my lookout watch at the time on the bridge and feel bad, felt bad for not being able to find him. In high seas and with a little steam pushing the ship at twenty knots, thirty knots, you're overboard, and you're gone.
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