Pirate Waters The day begins as the sun starts to break the horizon. The ocean is like glass and I am on the bridge of the M.V. Green Bay enjoying my first cup of coffee. I sit in my chair next to the radar set and scan the horizon. A long standing tradition on a merchant vessel, the Captain and Chief Mate discuss the day’s events and work projects ahead. We are transiting the Gulf of Aden or better known as the GOA. We hear the bosun check in on the UHF radio, "bosun all clear bow...
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