Report from the Bridge: USNS Gianella rescues 13 Cuban refugees
Editor’s note: On Aug. 2, the SIU-crewed USNS Lawrence Gianella, operated by Ocean Shipholdings, Inc., rescued 13 Cuban refugees in the Gulf of Mexico. The following SIU members were sailing aboard the Gianella during the rescue: Bosun Bernardino Eda, ABs James Castillo, Roderick French, Troy Ingersoll, Ramsey Ingram and Jaime Guerrero, DEUs Christopher McAfee and Santiago Ruiz, QMED/Pumpman Darrell McDonald, QMEDs Nicholas Collins and James Summers, Steward/Baker Nancy Vaupel, Chief Cook Mary Brayman, GSUs Sonia Felix and John Rascon and Unlicensed Apprentice Eileen Mendiola.
The following account was written by Captain Robert Lee, the Gianella’s master, who also provided the photos accompanying this story.
Cuban Refugee Rescue, Master’s Report
On August 2, 2007 while SE bound through the middle of the Gulf of Mexico on a very rainy morning, the AB on Watch, Troy Ingersoll, was busy doing what he always does, scanning the horizon with binoculars in hand. Nothing gets by him. He is one of the best lookouts I have seen in all my years of going to sea.
This morning would bring rare tangible reward for his unwavering attention to duty. His reports were typically professional, unembellished and monotone: “We have a small boat coming down the port side.” What may have not appeared strange to the lookout seemed very strange to the third mate. She confirmed his sighting off in the distance and through the rain. They also noticed what appeared to be two people aboard.
Knowing we were more than 300 miles from the nearest land at 25-51N, 087-31W, this was strange indeed. The third mate alerted me to the situation at 1515Z, 1115L. We marked the GPS and chart with the position and the engineers worked quickly to ready the main engine-shaft generator for reduction to maneuvering speeds. As soon as the engine was made ready, we programmed down and began a hard 180-degree turn to port. The whole crew immediately became involved. Most who were working inside jobs donned their rain gear and headed into the rain squalls to lend a hand.
As we slowed and made our approach, the third mate spotted the small boat once again through the heavy rain. The chief mate and crew made ready the pilot ladder, painter lines and safety belts. The second officer made ready the trauma kit and the galley department gathered blankets and water. We approached from upwind and used the wind to our advantage.
The closer we came the more heads began to appear. It went from two to four to eight and finally to 13. I would learn later that they had become numb to passing ships that would not stop and did not want to waste energy sitting up unless it looked very promising. As it became evident that we were going to pick them up, they all began to get excited.
As the small wooden boat came alongside, the crew worked it towards the pilot ladder. Two men and a woman wasted no time getting out and up the ladder right away. Nearly all began crying as they came over the rail and sat on the deck of the ship. Others were weaker and slowly made their way to the ladder as the small boat pitched and heaved in our lee. One woman had a laceration on her left leg and was having difficulty moving on the ladder, so the crew pulled her and the ladder up together – all she needed to do was hold on. The weaker ones were secured with a safety belt attached to two painter lines that allowed the crew to help them up and keep them from falling.
As they came aboard, they were all given water and dry blankets. One man was a diabetic and very weak. The medical officer brought him some sugar and orange juice that immediately changed his demeanor for the better. The woman with the cut leg was also treated by cleansing the wound and bandaging. As they gathered on deck, it was obvious they were pleased with their new status. Our deck cadet, unbeknownst to us, spoke fluent Spanish and was a great help in our communications with the refugees. The cadet pointed out the AB/lookout that spotted them and they all showed great admiration for him.
Once everyone was secured aboard ship, their few belongings were searched for weapons and each refugee was searched before moving them to rooms in the house. Their wooden vessel was released and we resumed our voyage towards Charleston, S.C. The steward department held over lunch in case anyone wanted to eat, but they were not interested in much food. They continued to drink fluids and we supplied them plenty of Gatorade as recommended by MAS to bring their electrolyte levels back to normal. We also gave them plenty of simple carbs such as cookies to rebuild their energy levels.
We kept a guard posted outside their rooms, but they rested quietly. Dry clothes were supplied by the ship. At dinner time, they were all in better spirits and did eat a little more. They were kept together as a group and allowed to eat after the crew. Once they completed their meal, I had the deck cadet bring up the “navigator.” He had requested to send an email to family to spread the word that they were safe. He was also eager to discuss his planned voyage versus his actual voyage.
Using his small handheld GPS, he described how they intended to sail from Cuba and land in the Yucatan peninsula area of Mexico. They started with two small diesel outboards of some type, some jugs of fuel, 100 liters of water and containers of canned meat. Each one also had a flimsy inflatable life preserver that appeared to be leftovers from some airline. I am sure the group set out in high spirits, with dreams of a new beginning only days away.
The navigator said he was a lawyer in Cuba. Using his handheld, battery-powered Treker GPS he pointed the way as they left Cuba. Problems occurred nearly right away when one 20-liter water jug was found empty due to a hole. Later, engine #1 broke down and they had to employ engine #2. Another 20-liter water jug would turn up dry as it was used upside down as a chair and had leaked. Towards the end of day two, they hit their first storm. The navigator turned off his GPS to keep the rain from harming it. They tied off motor #1 in the water to use as a sea anchor. When the storm had passed, they restarted the GPS to find out they had been going in a circle during the storm. It was becoming apparent they were not going to have enough fuel.
During day three they were able to get motor #2 working, but the Yucatan counter-current had taken them a fair distance south all the way to 19-52N, 85-38W. In this southern area they tried to get the attention of four cruise vessels that passed very close, but they were either not seen or ignored. Day three was also the day they ran out of water. The canned meat also spoiled from the heat, and cans began to explode.
During the fourth and fifth days they had no water or rain. The stronger Yucatan current began to pick them up and carry them north. Knowing they did not have the fuel required to make it to Mexico, they tried to motor east in hopes of getting back to Cuba.
Storm #2 hit them on day 6 and they once again secured the GPS, but continued to motor in what they thought was east. After the storm passed, they discovered they had gone in circles during the storm and had actually ended up farther west. Motor #2 broke down shortly that storm. The storm itself provided two liters of water, which was rationed by syringe at 20cc per person, twice a day.
On day seven, securely in the clutches of the Yucatan current, they watched helplessly as Cuba passed by on their GPS. Drinking the last of their two liters of rain water, they worked at trying to get motor #2 to work again. They repaired the motor on day eight and tried to motor against the current to the now-closer Yucatan Peninsula; however, the GPS displayed the cold truth. Even with the motor running there was no way they were going to beat the strength of the Yucatan.
Once motor #2 stopped again, they threw both motors over the side to make more room in the boat. Day nine was their second day without water again. At this point some of the refugees began drinking their own urine. They would put what they could into a plastic bottle, and then drag it in the water to cool it off. Once cooled, they would hold their nose and drink it.
Day ten was more of the same. Somewhere in this area they endured storm #3. Waves would crash over the gunnels and at the worst point the boat was half full of water. Old water jugs with cut off tops would serve as bailers. The third storm was more wind than rain and did not supply significant drinking water.
Day 11 brought another cruel insult to the 13 refugees. According to the navigator, on July 31, in the area of 26-10N and 87-54W a black-hulled cargo ship made a close approach and turned around them. He said the ship was so close he could clearly see the name “MINERVA” in blue lettering. He said it was a loaded ship with aft house construction. The refugees became very excited and began waving their bright yellow water jugs. He said they were sure the ship had seen them. Then the ship turned the other way and departed. He said when they saw it begin moving away they shouted for only water, but the answer was silence and a ship that grew smaller on the horizon.
Day 12 was more of the same – more ships sighted, but none that deviated such as the MINERVA. They had no water and continued to drink their own body fluids. One or two would keep lookout while the other lay in the bottom of the boat and tried to keep the sun off of them. Another disturbing thing noticed by the navigator but not shared with the others was that his GPS positions showed them alternately moving both north and south, indicating they were in an area of mixed current. He was hoping they would continue on to New Orleans.
Day 13 was the last day of their ordeal. It started with nice rains at 0530. Because the winds were not too high and the waves only three to four feet, the refugees collected a relatively large amount of water. They got five liters of water and began a 350cc per day, per person schedule. It was in these rains that they saw us pass them at 16 knots.
The navigator said when he saw us reappear about 20 minutes later out of the rain, he did not get excited. Even though we were going much slower, he could only think of their earlier experience. This matched what we were seeing because despite us being fairly close and barely moving, we still thought there were only four people in the boat. It was not until I put the engine astern that many heads began to pop up above the gunnels. The navigator said when he saw our astern wash, he finally believed we were going to help them.
The debrief with the navigator was very interesting for the cadet and me. He estimated they had seen about 20 ships in the 13 days with the MINERVA and cruise ships being the closest approaches. The navigator sent his email. I noticed he was very comfortable with the computer. He asked me about their fate and he was attentive when I let him know we were going to rendezvous with a U.S. Coast Guard ship. Although there was some disappointment in his face, he was still very gracious. He mentioned he may end up in jail if returned to Cuba. Even with that fate potentially ahead of him, you could tell he preferred it compared to more days aboard the LIBERTAE (Freedom), which was the name of the wooden skiff he built.
All of the refugees were grateful and very polite. On the morning of August 3, we were scheduled to rendezvous with the USCG ELM to transfer the 13 refugees. At 0800 they ate a good breakfast and prepared what tiny belongings they had. One man insisted on giving his watch to the AB that spotted them. It was the only thing he had to give and he desperately wanted to express his gratitude. The AB accepted the watch and I am sure it will be something he looks at with fond memories for years to come.
Our transfer with the ELM was clockwork smooth. The ELM was exactly where she said she would be and she was ready for the transfer. The communications and small boat handling by her crew was very professional. The weather was calm, so we slowed to dead slow ahead and lowered the port lifeboat with all refugees aboard. We kept the boat locked in the falls and only inches above the highest waves. This made for an easy climb over the gunnels to enter the Coast Guard skiff. One by one, they made their way over the rail with smiles and waves all around. As they headed back to the ELM and I observed our crew, it was easy to see how helping these people out of a desperate situation also helped us aboard the LHG work together as one. Aboard the LHG, every crew member responded to the situation in a way that would make anybody proud. It was astonishing, disheartening, stimulating and bonding all in the same breath.
Respectfully Submitted,
Captain Robert Lee
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