SEA STORIES 2ND TRIP INDIA

ADVENTURE OF A  LIFETIME: WILSON SWILLEY

BOMBAY, INDIA TRAIN STATION 1966
Text Box: LAST SIU SHIP: RATED: XXX I shipped out as an Ordinary Seaman for the last time. It was an SIU ship with Sup crew went aboard in Alameda at the shipyard. Being in the shipyard was probably save the ship and our lives, later you’ll see. We had a Skelton crew while in the yard. It was over the weekend. Went off watch we would go to Johnny’s Club next to the Navy Base. It was in walking distance of where we were docked. On the way there we would pass some of the crew going back to the ship to relief next watch. They would tell us about the action in the club. Being on the 4 to 8 had it made as far as the bar scene goes. On the way there for the first time we met Pete in the black gang. He said you want believe it. Women out the ass. It side there were a few women around with each other or other guys. The juke paid soft dance music. We order a drinks. I took my from the bar to a table where I say Eric a shipmate leaning back in the booth with a smile. As I approached he waved me off. So I went to the juke box and back to the bar. Next time I looked over to where he was sitting there was a girl sitting next to him. That strange, that was fast. He came up to the bar and stood next to me to order a drink. He said, thanks man. I was getting a great blow job. Talk to you later and off he went. Not much longer I was approached by a brunette with a figure that was great. She ask if I was in the Navy. From there We ended up dancing and in the back of her car, a station wagon. She had to move the kids toys out of the back. She began by kiss my dick as if it was a treasure to behold. It didn’t take long before I cum all over her. Being young and a sex nut myself. I was putting that thing in ever opening that she want me too. Ends up she is married to a guy in serving Vietnam. We made a date for tomorrow afternoon. She had to go back to her kids that night. It was only about 9 o’clock. Went back into the bar had a couple of drinks struck up a conversation with another lady at the bar. We danced and she want me to go to her apartment for drinks. Of course, you think I’m nuts. She was marries at 22 years old and horny as hell. Her husband was in the Coast Guard. It was about eleven o’clock went we arrived at her apartment. We took a long shower together and half the time I had my dick in her pussy. She washed it good. We had some drinks and to bed we when. Did every damn sex act you can imagine. I left her place about two thirty, had to make watch. Took a cab back to the ship. Relieved the watch. Most of the crew was talking about the ass we were getting at this place. I mean even the guys that were not that good looking. Plus some of the guys that were married and did not want to mess around. It was Saturday at noon, I jumped out of the rack after falling to sleep after watch. Had to met that brunette at 1 o’clock at Johnny’s. I have not eaten since last night. Miss lunch and headed straight for the bar. I was eating a sandwich went she walked in. Man she came up to me and put her hands on my dick. Well it responded by getting hard as a rock. I left what was left of the sandwich, jumped in her car. I was in the passenger seat and she gave me a blow job. Off to her place and you now what happen for hours there. She could not make it Sunday because of the kids. But try to show up Sunday night. Made it back to the ship to relive the watch. Stood my 4 to 8 watch and off to the bar. It was about 9 o’clock before left the ship , had to take a shower and shave. Walking there man was my dick sore. I almost had to walk bow legged. When I saw Eric walking toward me headed for the ship. Funny thing I swear he was walking bow legged too. I laughed and he said man how much more this can we take. Well I made it to the bar within an hour I was in the back seat of another car with what looked like the blonde that was with Eric the other night. Needless to say we got fucked. I mean I lost count, I even fuck the brunette again Monday morning. We left that afternoon for Tacoma, Wa. It was hard to leave but you know something like this can’t last. Or did it happen. I tell you, I think I was dreaming. We hardly talked about it in detail. It was just WOW! What a weekend. The soreness was the only thing that brought back the reminded yes it did. In Tacoma the soreness had left. Went to a couple of GO GO joints in town. The army was there in full force. It was snowing and icy there too. So I would be glad to leave. We left in the evening. Out of Pugette Sound we hit some choppy seas. I slept like a baby. We had been at sea for about two days went the weather had gotten bad. Look out was on the wing bridge. On wheel watch you had to hand steer the ship due ship’s wondering. It was to much for the iron mike to control. It would have burned up the servos. While I was on wheel watch the third night out I was using the wheel and the bulkhead behind to keep my balance. The radar had it’s hood off the screen. Which used mainly to the glare out the wheel house. So you could see out of the port holes for out side lights. Happen to be looking over at the screen while the mate was looking to see if there were any ships out there. He said that is odd a line across the screen move towards us. Just then Jerry came in to say, Mate look at this. Looks like a white cloud coming at us fast. I said what going on. I started walking up the bulkhead in back of the wheel. I was almost parallel with the deck as the mate and Jerry disappear into the chart room. Not out of choice mind you. The low water alarm for the boilers sounded. Emergency lighting came out as the ship was hit by a wave crest that literal knock the poles out. I t took me off the wheel. Buddy I was scared. I was laying on the deck wet. I could saw the wheel spinning. I crawled to the helm and the ship started to shake beyond believe. We were at full steam and jack gear open fully. So went the screw came out of the water it shook the hell out the ship. I looked at the compass we were going 180 degree off our course to Japan. Manage to turn her but with soon serious rolls. We were dept in the water no sure what the draft was. We did not have much free board. Water would rush across the deck in rough seas. You had to stay on the cat walks. As she was coming around the watch and the mate showed up. Then everyone from down below including the captain. The captain was a little Greek guy. To me was a real weirdo. Hardly spoke English if he did he did not say much. I guarantee he said a lot tonight. We had everyone in the wheel house. Apparently the mates bulkhead was pushed in were the wave hit. Knocked out port holes, toilet off the bulkheads and washed them out of rack. The Captain deck just below was not touched. I guess he got knock out of the rack too. The Chief Engineer got in touch with the captain thru the intercom. Said everything is okay we had full steam and under way. The next day. Part of the forward catwalk was on the weld deck. The forward range mast was bent over and the wind sail for the anchors was pushed back to the back edge of the forepeak deck railing. We did what we could do to the range light and secured the anchors so the winch could be put back. Made Japan about eight days later. In Japan we made the necessary repairs to get underway again. Found out later if we had not had the repairs done to the straps along side of the hull we might not be here to tell the story. Grain went it gets wet swells, like you would not believe. Sure put a world of hurt on a ship. Did I go to Yokohama for a piece of ass. But after the fling in Alameda, it did not compare. Two days out of Japan the weather changed to beautiful sunshine and calm seas. We made plenty of OT and got sun tans while outside painting and chipping. Was I tired of painting forecastle and passage ways. That is about all you could do went the weather got bad. One day I was painting red lead over a chipped area we just finishing using a herdy gerdy on went a wind came up a blew it all over me as I was painting. By the way a herdy-gerdy was like a big Dremel tool with a head of three spur gear loosely mounted. So they would beat the rust off the metal. Your hand would tingle for days after using it. Any how the painted dried in my hair. Had not had a hair cut for a while. So that night I was going to cut my hair. While cutting it decide to see what I looked like with a Mohawk. Got a little crew cut grease and stood it up. Had enough hair to make a pig tail in the back. Look good except for the white area where the hair had block the sun. That was taken care of in no time with a little sun. A couple of peeling and it looked great. Pete in the black gang made me an ear ring of brass. So with short cut off Levi's, sandals, red handkerchief around my neck and a loud color shirt. It was a site to behold as I would find out went we got to India. First time thru the Malacca Straits. This is where the South China Sea and the Indian Ocean met. The Seas are turbulent in a weird way at times. Currents flow into two different directions. It is no way as bad as the Cape horn the Drake passage around Chile. Where the Pacific and Atlantic met. We had to anchor in the bay of Bombay to wait on a birth at the docks on arrival. So we stayed on the hook. While on the hook we had to take a bum boat to the docks to go ashore. Bombay I was not impressed with. The two shipmates or AB’s were characters in them self. One a drunk that lost his license as mate and graduate from Kings Point. The other old Coast Guard sailor from WW 2. Who was stationed in Alaska during the war. He was very religious. Bobby the other one was not. As well I wasn’t either but I was a quite atheist. Bobby and him would argue through out the trip in the forecastle mainly about Christianity. He played the blind faith routine in to the ground. One night Jerry the religious ask me what I though and I had to tell him that I was for Christianity but not one. I guess he understood. Thais the short of it but it plays an important role when we leave Bombay. Ashore there was not much to do. Of course me with the Mohawk hair cut got a lot of looks. I dressed the part too. We ate in hotel restaurant and the waiters fought over who was going to sever us. For or against I have no idea. I had a dark tan and I mean was as dark as the Indians. You could hardly see my tattoos. Which didn’t help matters. We went to the British sailor union hall and had beer with the limes. They informed of the place to go and they were few. The Cages for the whores and Beach Candy for a swim. Look at the trim or birds. European girls that were in Bombay as few as there were. The second day there Pete had made a score on Hash. A brick for twenty dollars not bad. That was 2.2 lbs a brick. Now a days probably a thousands dollars for that amount or more. Anyhow I went with him on the buy. In a cab again and off to the boonies. It was not that far out of Bombay. I remember some hills that is all. I didn’t know there were hills around Bombay. We got to sample some of the product. By the time we left I was high as a kite. Pete was mellow. In the cab going back to Bombay I was in the back seat half dozing, well in my own world anyhow. Could have swore we were going to hit a train I see out of the window going by. I jumped from the cab at forty something mph and started to roll down a hill. Head over heel and I was air born for a second then I landed on a tin roof of a building. Man did it sting, I’m glad I was high. I laid there and heard a bunch of Hindi language below. It must have been mid night and woke the whole neighbor hood because there was a mob around the house I had landed on. Thanks goodness Pete and the cab drive found me. No damage done but to me. Sore as hell. The cab drive drop us off at the sea wall. Pete wanted to set and have another toke. There were people in boxes sleep along the wall. While setting there and Pete blowing purple smoke around I heard a noise of groaning from under a box. Some skinny woman was in her death throws. As she expired piss and shit ran out of her a fetus came out of her snatch. Life in India. The carts would pick her up in the morning as we walking around half stone the next morning. The next night I was going to the Cages with some of the crew. First place I walked in it looked like twelve girl took a liking to hair due and took off to bed of course had to pay momma-san a couple of rubies. After the fucking was over the girl want me to cut her hair the way I did mine. I could not believe it. I keep telling her no. But she insisted. Gave me a pair of scissors. I was about half way thru the cut when momma-san came in and raised hell. She wanted to fine me for damage to her property, the whore who was working off a debt. Man, what a world. The girl talked her out of it because it was her idea. I was not welcome back. Went back to dock area sober for once. The dock where concrete with steps that went down to the water. These step ran parallel with the dock. And they were narrow enough to be dangerous to walk down being sober. There was a crowd of drunk old seaman making their way down the steps to the launch to take back to the various ships in the bay. Went and old guy fell from the steps. He hit the launch and fell between the launch and the docks. The launch had it screws turn to keep in to the current as it was loading. One of the guys from our black gang on the launch grabbed a boat hook to hold off the launch from smashing the guy between the dock and launch. He yelling at the boat men who just stood there. I was on the top of dock about six foot from the deck of the launch. I jumped to the deck slipped and fell back into the water between the launch and the dock. Reached for the drunk who had a hold of me pulling me under as I was drinking this stinking water and not out of choice. I had grabbed the gunnels of the launch. The drunk climbed up and over me while my head was under the water. As soon as someone helped him out I came up. Coughing up the damn water. Dead bodies flowed down this damn river, you could see them during the day. The drunk was thank me on the way to see ship that his daughter would be so grateful and her kids. Apparently he was taking care of them back in the states. The next day going ashore the guy didn’t even recognize me. He was oilier on another ship in the bay. The guy that held off the launch was a used car salesman from Fresno who had sail as a fireman on the Trans Hudson. The picture he took of me with my hair due in the seaman’s club I would sure like to have today. There was another picture. So We finally got to dock the ship to unload. We were so far down in the water you walked up the gangway to get off the ship. Or that was how high the docks were which seemed awful high to me. I use to walk around Bombay looking at shops and souvenirs of the sort. People would walk around me, I mean cross the street to avoid me. But some would come up and tell me to go home. One time some gave me the riot act about how bad we were. I could care less then I found some though that I was a soldier of fortune that was fighting in Cassimere. The first day at dock there was a ship down stream from us toward town that was going to take a bunch Moslems to Mecca for Ramadan. The mate and the salesman were walking down the track behind the warehouse which ran the length of the docks with the ships on the other side. As we started pass the Arabs or Moslems we could a voices calling out Gutoma, Gutoma. It became louder and they began to stand up and chant this name Gutoma. It was loud. The mate and the salesman said they are talking to you. Me, I said just then they were leaving the ramp which was about three feet high of the tracks where we were walking. As soon as the first Moslem hit the ground we off running for our lives. WE got to the gate and was in a cab that got swamped by the crowd. I did think we would make it the cab drive was very upset by now. He started honking his horn and push the crowd with the car. The guards from the gate had to help push back the crowd. The cab started to laugh as we drove off. You know sahib who they think you are is Gutoma. He is a famous move star that plays a jungle boy in a movie. He dress like you and the hair. I was as dark shinned as most of the Indians I admit. We left the seaman’s club after a beer. That was were the salesman took a picture of us, Pete and I together. We lost the mate in went shopping. We headed for beach candy the private swimming pool. They were not going to let me in. They thought I was Indian or not of European origin. You had to show ID to get in this place. Man if I a black man I would have been pissed. Yet they did let American blacks in. Anywhere else I would have told them to eat shit and die. They did let me in. As we sitting having a beer in our bathing suits and watching a few girls go by. A girl started to dive off a 3 meter board. There was a table with some French people who were clapping for her after each dive. Well me and my ego. Stood up and went to the board. Tested the spring like a pro and did a three step approach did a one and half in pike position. No claps that I heard. Well went up and did a back one and half. Okay I did a back one and half with a half twist. Went thru the complete repertoire; gainer, inward ones and one and halves. She had better form than I. I’m pretty sure I have not drove in years. Use to dive at the officer club at Tyndall during the fifties. They had an Olympic trainer there one summer. The girl could not speak English to well but we met as a photographer there with Match Magazine took pictures. Later I heard they were on the cover of Match. Never saw the pictures. We were finally unloaded and on our way to go thru the Suez canal again. We stop in Aden also, but it was not the same there was a black out and we could not find a think open apparently the British were being kicked out of Aden. We told to go back to the chip by a couple of British soldier in a jeep that came up on us walking thru town. We went back with no argument. We hit our first sand storm in the middle of the red sea which I had heard about from other sailors. While crossing the Arabian sea meant to tell you. Jerry the AB that was so Christian relieved on look out one night. To my surprise he told he could not believe in a god that would let such a thing happen on the planet as to what he experience in Bombay. I did notice that he was staying on board while we were docked never saw him ashore after that. Bob never picked and argument with him either. Bob and the mate on watch had a feud over something. One night he the mate was telling me that the coffee Jerry and I was bring him no as good as what Bob brought him. For some reason I asked Bob what he did to the mates coffee that was different than what we were doing. He had the a shit ass grin from ear to ear. I piss in it. You shit me. No I piss in it. That SOB thinks to much of him self. I sure could not do that. But I was not going to tell on Bob. Can you imagine he liked it. Thru the Canal and back to the states. Every day routine and work. We docked in Galveston, TX. That was a around the world trip.

The guy picking  his pants out of his ass is our pantry man

On the Del Alba