White Squall : The Last Voyage Of Albatross
by Richard E. Langford

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Book Review: The Brigantine Albatross and the Boys she turned into Men
Summary: 5 Stars

For more than three decades Richard Langford's story of the last voyage of the brigantine Albatross laid silently beneath his desk, almost as long at the ship herself has laid beneath the sea. In 1960 Langford answered an ad for an English teaching job on a square-rigged sailing vessel, the brigantine Albatross. Thus began a journey that would change his life.

In his story we meet the real Captain and crew of Albatross and sail with them across the Carribean and Gulf of Mexico, through the Panama Canal and to the Galapagos Islands. The school ship Albatross was crewed by inexperienced teenaged students. Captain Christopher Sheldon, Ph.D. and his wife Alice Sheldon, M.D. started the Ocean Academy believing that the ship and the sea would be better teachers than any school on land. On their return trip home, after almost a year at sea, nature tested what they had learned.

As your turn the pages of this book, you'll long to reach out for a nautical chart to see where Albatross is and where her crew is going. Langford's descriptions of the many islands, coves and beaches along the way will get sand in your shoes as you feel the gentle sea breeze on your face.

Read this book with some vacation time, because when you're done you'll want to explore some of the many ports of call Albatross visited. Like Peter Island near Tortola, in the British Virgin Islands "where we enjoyed our first powder-soft Carribean beach, gin-clear water, light yellow sand and coconut trees that looked as if they had been painted on a wide canvas."

"The Caribbean," Langford writes "is a photographer's paradise. All the colors are deep and rich, and every street corner and beach present a hundred opportunities. Skies are clear, blue and high, and clouds take on shapes that confuse the imagination. Plants shine green and yellow and red. Sunsets and sunrises are beautiful, beyond description, ....

Langford's book takes the reader ashore many times but it is at sea, aboard Albatross that he is truly at home.

Langford writes, "I set aside one section of my journal for a list of the differences between life ashore and life at sea."

"Motion was the basis for many of the differences. At sea, one is never completely still and must learn to sleep while bracing his body in his bunk. Also, one must eat in rhythm with the roll and pitch of the ship .... At sea one walks slowly and carefully, placing a foot when and where the ship allows, .... One learns to move in bent position below decks to avoid banging his head on protruding objects, ...."

"On ship one learns a new language quickly. If he does not, he will be confused and something of a danger to his shipmates .... One cannot simply choose to eat, sleep, dress, start or stop an engine, put up or take down a sail, without considering the weather, the tides, the currents and the winds."

"The ship, not the individual, is primary. One learns to serve the ship, anticipate her needs and fulfil them constantly. If he does not, the ship will not serve him. A ship has no highways or traffic signals to make her progress easy, at the mercy of the crew and the indifferent, uncaring seas, she sails under elemental conditions laid down by nature."

"At sea one lives in a world of few people and the same scenes repeated day after day. Strong affections and stronger animosities can develop quickly. Personal habits of dress, speech and manner that could be ignored on land cannot be ignored on a ship. A ship makes a man tolerant or it drives him mad."

"For its crew, the ship becomes the entire world. International affairs are inconsequential. The evening meal, the book one reads, the chair he wants to sit on, ... - these and a hundred other commonplaces become absurdly significant."

"At sea there exist no stores, no markets, no repair shops. One learns to mend and make do or do without. Constant preparation is required, preparation for wind, rain, fog, sun, stormy seas, one never lets down his guard except at his own peril. A ship and her crew are most exposed to danger when her crew feels most secure. .... Albatross and her crew felt secure nearing the end of her voyage, 180 miles west of Key West, Florida when the storm hit her.

Perhaps President John F. Kennedy best described the lure of the sea which captured the imaginations of those who sailed Albatross when he said, "I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, ... in addition to the fact that the sea changes and the light changes, and ships change, it is because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, .... We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch it we are going back from whence we came."

Richard Langford's book will take you back to the sea every time you read it. It will leave you longing to meet the remarkable crew of Albatross and the exotic ports of call they explored on their nine-month voyage.

Summary of White Squall : The Last Voyage Of Albatross

No one can describe Mr. Langford's book with more understanding than the Captain of the Albatross.

"Dick Langford was a tremendous asset on the school voyage of the Brigantine Albatross. He was a great human being, a leader of the young students, and a fine English teacher.

He has written a vivid, dramatic account about the ship's final, fatal voyage. His own experience was particularly harrowing. He brings it alive with great sensitivity and flowing prose." Captain Christopher B. Sheldon Brigantine Albatross ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Richard E. Langford has lived on and around the sea all his life. Born and raised in Pensacola, Fla., as a teen-ager he served as a volunteer Red Cross water safety instructor and lifeguard. He worked as a professional Safety Services Representative for American National Red Cross, training hundreds of instructors in life saving, swimming, boating, sailing and first aid.

In 1960, he took leave of absence from Stetson University to serve as English teacher aboard a school ship, the brigantine Albatross. This book is based on its nine-month voyage.

Now retired, Langford writes book reviews and commentary. At age 75, he swims more than half a mile daily in DeLand, Fla. AUTHOR COMMENTS: Back in 1960 I answered an ad in Yachting Magazine, placed by The Ocean Academy Ltd. owned and operated by Christopher B. Sheldon, Ph.D., and N. Alice Sheldon, MD. They wanted a teacher of English for a nine-month voyage on the school ship Albatross, a square-rigged brig to be crewed by teen-aged students. The Sheldons expected to sail through the Caribbean, transit the Panama Canal, then spend a month or more in the Galapagos Islands before returning to their home port of Mystic, Conn. I was 35 years old, teaching English at Stetson University in DeLand, Fla., when I answered the ad. I was determined to sail on Albatross's first schooling voyage even if obliged to resign from Stetson. Fortunately, an understanding dean and department head allowed me a leave of absence. As many readers no doubt know, the first schooling voyage of Albatross was also her last. This is the tale of that voyage. I wrote most of it in the middle '60s, then put it aside for the interim. The film White Squall engendered fresh interest in the Albatross voyage, even though the film was more Hollywood parody than fact. Readers of this volume will acquire a more realistic understanding of the people and events involved. I am indebted to travel writer Janet Groene for her interest in this book. She read it, liked it and recommended it to one of her publishers. Without her efforts on my behalf, the manuscript would remain in a box beneath my desk, where it had been for more than three decades. Richard E. Langford TABLE OF CONTENTS: FIRST CHAPTER EXCERPT: chapter one THE SHIP I first saw Albatross in June 1960. She lay alongside a wharf at Mystic Seaport, Conn., her long bowsprit almost touching the stern of Charles W. Morgan, the old whaler now permanently moored there as an exhibit. Albatross' captain, Christopher Sheldon, had already hired me to serve as English Master for his ship's first schooling cruise, beginning the following fall, and I looked forward to seeing the vessel I would live aboard for nine months. Albatross was 92 feet long, drew nine feet in the bow and 11 in the stern, and was rigged as a hermaphrodite brigantine: four squaresails on the foremast and a marconi main. She had teak decks, a 21-foot beam that gave ample deck space, a galley house on deck forward and a chart house aft. Painted white, trimmed in red and black with a beautiful mahogany stern rail that gleamed with varnish, she was the largest sailing ship I had seen up close. She had served as a North Sea pilot schooner following her commissioning in 1921 before conversion to a brigantine. Chris and Alice Sheldon bought Albatross from novelist Ernest K. Gann, author of best sellers such as The High and the Mighty, Soldier of Fortune and Twilight for the Gods. Used by the Nazi Kriegsmarine during WW II, the ship was sold to a Dutch company in 1949, from which Gann bought her in 1954. Gann had Albatross re-rigged as a brigantine, and though this probably affected her stability, he assured the Sheldons it did not. In any event, Albatross became a suitable romantic setting for the writer's adventure novels. When the Sheldons bought Albatross, ship's cook George Ptacnik came with her. George was an intelligent, educated 30-year-old Mexican-American teacher of English who found Albatross far more appealing than the classroom. By the time I came aboard, George (who later became known as Spook) had already sailed with the Sheldons on an adventure cruise through the Mediterranean and around Africa. Standing alongside, I craned back my head to see the tops of her masts. They looked like giant steel trees with white branches in the clouds, fitting perfectly with all the old sailing vessels surrounding her in Mystic Seaport harbor. No one was on deck. I walked to the gangway and shouted, but there was no answer. Stepping aboard, I stuck my head through the aft companionway into the chart house and called out again. This time I got an answer, and Skipper Sheldon came on deck from the engine room where he had been working. He was a big man, about 6'2" and heavy through the midsection, with blond hair balding in front. His eyes were a startling blue. I introduced myself and we sat on the aft-deck lockers. As we talked, I looked around at the bulwarks, the big wheel, the engine-room telegraph, the large compass and the wheelhouse. Albatross needed some red lead and paint, and what I could see of the mainsail did not encourage me regarding the ship's condition. Sheldon read my expression. "We're taking her to Nova Scotia this summer for yard work." he said. "We just returned from Africa and a year at sea, and right now she's not up to par, but she will be by the time you see her this fall." As I was to find out in a few months, even after the work in Nova Scotia Albatross required constant hard labor to keep her looking decent, more work than most of her young students had expected to perform. Albatross took on supplies, tons of canned goods, crates of fresh vegetables, coils of new line stacked all around her well-worn decks. Skipper pointed to a high pile of canvas on top of the charthouse. "That's our new main. The old one is about gone, and I expect it will blow out almost anytime." Later that afternoon I helped feed the new main through the skylights down into the main cabin where we packed it away in one of the vacant bunks. I explored the ship above and below. Albatross had a private stern cabin where Skipper and his wife lived, and it spanned the width of the ship. A narrow passageway led into the large main cabin where there were bunks for twelve. The dining table, in gimbals, was in the main cabin as well, while at the aft end was the ship's library (about 10 large shelves of books). Forward of the main cabin were 10 more bunks and several wash stands with two heads off the forepeak As I climbed up the ladder out of the forepeak I heard a feminine voice say, "Hi. Welcome aboard." It was Alice Sheldon, the ship's surgeon, a handsome, heavyset woman of about 30 years. She smiled, and her short, brown hair blew about her face in the breeze. She spoke authoritatively and surely; I could tell that she was a very important part of the whole venture, and a few minutes of conversation with her told me that hers was the organizational mind that kept the Ocean Academy Ltd. moving smoothly. John Perry (whose name soon became simply J.C.) had been hired a few days before as math teacher, and we worked together to stow our gear in our compartment. Alice had hung a heavy curtain between us and several of the boys so we had a semi-private area. We each had two bunks, one for sleeping and one for stowing books and other teaching materials. Most of the students would come aboard in Bermuda, but Rick, Bill and Tim were already aboard, as well as several friends of the Sheldons who had sailed with them on Irving Johnson's Yankee a few years before. Our cook Spook was there, of course, and in just a few days, J.C., Spook and I had become good friends. At 35, I was the oldest person aboard Albatross; J.C. was 27, Spook was 30, and Skipper Sheldon was 34. We rode out Hurricane Donna at Mystic Seaport. Though the Seaport wharves were under water and we had some wind and rain, there wasn't much damage. Skipper had us put out an extra anchor astern in the river and another on land. Spook once described J.C. as "a loud, wild-eyed German storm trooper with an insane giggle," but it was said with a smile. Our math teacher was indeed loud-voiced, but he was also smart, confident, quick-witted and a skillful math teacher. He adapted quickly to the ship and became the mate of one of the three watches. The final moments before we sailed from Mystic Seaport were hectic. The pilot and Skipper stood atop the charthouse as Albatross backed from her berth, swung, and headed down the Mystic River toward the town bridge. As we passed beneath it, Spook's laundry came bombing down on deck. (He had forgotten to pick it up, but a hasty phone call arranged for it to be delivered in this extraordinary fashion.) We were under way.

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