He’s standing on the bow of the ship. They’re docking. He’s standing there looking at what’s ahead. He’s looking at girls. Men have a habit of looking at girls. Well, women have a habit of looking at boys too!
He’s watching out. You’ll remember seeing this picture when you get home. We used to go up to the bow of the ship because the wind cooled us off when it was moving. It was so hot in the South Pacific. This takes place in 1942-1945, There are other sailors there and people that work on the ship, whatever you call them. This is in New Zealand. It looks like a statue with clothes on. The ship is only partially there.
It’s summertime. Mid-day. It looks like it was older times by her dressing. That is not a girl, it’s a guy! He’s thinking, ‘How can I get down?!’ I hear some boats blowing their horns to keep people from hitting their boats. I hear the crowd greeting the ship as it comes in. the whole thing looks like a painting, a specific kind of painting. You could hear seagulls circling in the air.
He’s a sailor and he’s looking forward to getting off the ship. He’s thinking ‘what a beautiful day.’ He’s not doing much else. He’s feeling, ‘Ah, Liberty,” to get off the ship and look for girls. He hopes to find a girl to date. Usually sailors would line up on the bow as they come into port. He’s 24-25 years old. He looks like a plain old sailor. We used to pick up troops on the islands and bring them to New Zealand for R & R. And we would get liberty when we were there. It smells like creosote, rotten wood, fish, seagull poop and salt water.
That person hopes to meet a new friend. The rope is tied to a station on the dock and he says, ‘tomorrow is my liberty.’ Part of the liberty is given to the port side crew and then the starboard crew. They’re going to wait forever to dock and finally they’re going to get off. They’re coming to port. He’s a look out. Not much else is happening. The fuselage gets closer to the dock.
Story created by female and male storytellers at Seaport Landing community. 25 February, 2017.