Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Most Popular Sea Story Links on Google

Top Search Results for Sea Story

When you search Google for the words Sea Story, here's what appears in the top 5 search results.

Art by Quyen Dinh

#1 Sea Story :

It makes sense that post for the US Navy would appear at the top of the list.  Sailors who serve in the US Navy are fully involved in a hug ongoing sea story.  While at sea and ashore, Navy sailors live out the raw materials that go into great sea stories, both told and written.

#2.  A Sea Story - The Atlantic

This Atlantic Magazine article tells the story of the ferry Estonia, which sank beneath the waves on the night of September 28, 1994 in a storm on the Baltic Sea.  The lives of 850 souls were lost.

#3.  Urban Dictionary: Sea story

The urban dictionary scores a direct hit with this definition:  A sea story is a nautical version of an urban legend, similar to a fairy tale.  All sailors know the difference between a sea story and a fairy tale.  A fairy tale begins with "Once upon a time..." and a sea story begins with "This ain't no shit..."

#4.  SEA STORY by America's Navy on Apple Podcasts

I had not hear of this podcast even though I've searched the Apple Podcast app many times for sea stories.  I will be synching up my iPhone with this one and listening in for certain.

Pearl Harbor, Oahu, Hawaii

#5.  Story of Two Americans Lost at Sea for Months Leaves Experts...

I'm happy to see this link in the top 5 Google search for the key words Sea Story.  NO list would be complete without a story of sailors lost at sea.

If you enjoy a good sea story, you may want to give these two a read.
They are free on all eReaders.

Free on all eReaders:

Amazon Kindle

Apple iBooks

Barnes & Noble Nook


Malcolm Torres is the author of original sea stories.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Google Top 5 Search Results for SEA STORIES

When people search on Google for the words SEA STORIES I want the Ships & Sailors Blog to be #1.  To reach this goal, I'm going to blog about the current Google top search results for the key words:  SEA STORIES.  Associating the Ships & Sailors blog with these key words and these high traffic links will make Google pick up the Ships & Sailors Blog and rocket it to the top.  Here goes.


For anyone who is into Sea Stories and Nautical Art, these are the most popular links:

#1 YouTube Link to Video of the Song "Sea Stories" by Sturgill Simpson

Sturgill Simpson - Sea Stories - A Sailor's Guide To Earth - Lyrics

It makes sense that the number one link on Google for the keyword search for the words Sea Stories takes us to a YouTube video. Is it irony or a pun that this guy has the word 'gill' in his name? This is actually a good song.

#2 Wikipedia Link to Nautical Fiction

Nautical fiction - Wikipedia
I've read this posting on Wikipedia and it is excellent. I highly recommend it to all sea story fans.

#3 Amazon Link to Sea Stories by Sturgill Simpson

Sea Stories by Sturgill Simpson on Amazon Music -

It makes total sense that the #3 link on Google search results for the key words Sea Stories is a link to buy the song Sea Stories by Sturgill Simpson because this video of this excellent song is the #1 link in the search results for the key words Sea Stories on Google. Did you see how many times I said the words Google, Sea Story, Sea Stories, link and Amazon there, huh?

#4 Link to the Apple Podcast: Cigars and Sea Stories

Cigars and Sea Stories Store

I'm very happy to see this link in the top 5 search results on Google for the key words SEA STORIES I would be much happier to see it in the top three because it's just straight up righteous. The mission: Cigars and Sea Stories is a multimedia company focused on empowering veterans by sharing stories with those who are adding VALUE to the world.

#5 Link to the Top 8 Greatest Sea Adventures on HuffPost

8 Great Sea Adventure Stories | HuffPost

This is an excellent list of sea stories on HuffPost. All of these sea stories are well worth a read.
  1. Moby Dick by Herman Melville
  2. The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
  3. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  4. Master and Commander by Patrick O'Brian
  5. Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin
  6. Das Boot [The Boat] by Lothar-Gunther Buchheim
  7. Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad
  8. The Odyssey by Homer
  9. The Pirate by Malcolm Torres (lol)

If you enjoy sea stories, you may want to give these two a read.

They are free on all eReaders.

Free on all eReaders:

Amazon Kindle

Apple iBooks

Barnes & Noble Nook


Malcolm Torres is the author of original Sea Stories

Saturday, January 20, 2018

The Pirate, A Crime Thriller

“—a flotilla of Coast Guard ships forming an iron curtain across the Florida Straits and the Gulf of Mexico, have apprehended twenty-eight drug runners and seized more than seventeen tons of marijuana and cocaine—”

The Pirate is a sea story about a Coast Guard sailor who gets involved in crime.  It takes place in Key West, Miami and Puerto Rico.  This story is written by Malcolm Torres


Part I:  The Traitor (Free on:  Amazon - iBooks - Nook - Smashwords)

Coast Guard deckhand Jack Turner discovers how easy it is making money on the wrong side of the law.  Just as he’s about to buy a sailboat with a bundle of ill-gotten cash, his ex-girlfriend Wendy re-enters his life.  And guess what?  Wendy says she’s having Jack’s baby.

The characters in The Pirate by Malcolm Torres go wind surfing in Key West

Part II:  The Kingpin  (Available on:  Amazon - iBooks - Nook - Smashwords)

Jack Turner is being torn apart when the Coast Guard loans him to the DEA for a sting operation in Puerto Rico, and a murderous Miami drug kingpin threatens him with blackmail.  Will Jack live long enough to see Wendy and their soon-to-be-born child?

In The Pirate by Malcolm Torres, the Coast Guard seizes large quantities of illegal drugs while on patrol off the coast of Key West.

Part III:  Big Daddy (available March 2018  Amazon - iBooks - Nook - Smashwords)

The lives of Jack Turner’s best friend, his girlfriend and their new-born baby are all at stake.  Threatened by a Miami kingpin, Jack must now choose between a life of crime that produces large stacks of dirty money or settle into a clean life with a wife and child.

In The Pirate, a sea story by Malcolm Torres, the main character goes on a sailing trip between Grand Cayman and Key West, Florida.

Available on all eReaders:

Malcolm Torres is the author of original sea stories and nautical novels.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

The Pirate Part II - Sneak Peek


Sneak Peek

THE PIRATE PART I is free on all eReaders

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Max is sacked out on the couch.  It’s dark in the mobile home, but the sun is playing around at the edges of the miniblinds.
Jack shakes his shoulder, “Wake up, Dude.  I’m leaving.”
Max stirs.  “Shipping out?” he groans, half asleep.
“No.  Special assignment with the DEA.”
Max comes awake.  “DEA?”
“Drug Enforcement Agency,” Jack says.
“You’re always saying,” Max says whimsically, “you want a big adventure.”
“Well I got one this time,” Jack says.  “I’m going to Puerto Rico.”
“Duck if they start shooting.”
“Hey, if Wendy calls tell her I’m at sea, ok?”
“Don’t forget to send her some money for diapers.”
“Yeah, diapers.”  Jack is standing there in his Coast Guard uniform.  He looks fit and official.  His seabag is packed and leaning against his leg.   He feels like he’s growing up and growing away from Max.  In his friend, he sees his old self.  The old me, he thinks.  Max is falling back to sleep under a sheet on the couch.  Max smokes weed every day, watches game shows all morning, Jerry Springer in the afternoon.  He doesn’t think about what he’s going to do when he grows up.
“Buddy, I have to go,” Jack whispers, but Max is snoring.  “You keep looking at boats, ok?”
Jack hoists his seabag onto his back and walks through the pimp little kitchen and out the door.  A minute later, the sound of his truck starting shakes the windows and the miniblinds.  Outside, Jack puts it in reverse and backs out onto the street.


Those two long bridges that have appeared on millions of postcards, the ones that seem to be a few feet above the clear blue water, running parallel for miles and miles.  Two lanes heading northeast and two lanes heading southwest, connecting all the little islands between Miami and Key West.
Right now Eduardo Scabado is sitting in the back seat of his Eldorado.  The car is going 70 miles per hour along that long low bridge heading southwest.  Thug-1 is driving while Thug-2 fiddles with the controls on the radio.  Eduardo likes the chee-chee cha-cha Cuban music.  Twangy guitars, marimbas and that calypso sort of sound.  He likes the parts when the mournful woman sings and especially when she is joined by a male singer with a high squeaky voice.  The heartfelt duets where the man sings sadly about the saucy girl who doesn’t return his love.  Those songs remind Eduardo of his childhood in Cuba.
“Chee-chee cha-cha, please,” Eduardo says from the back looking up from his Surface Tablet where he’s playing Fruit Ninja.  God, he loves these games.  They’re more addictive than cocaine.
Thug-2 tunes in the radio to a good song and Eduardo smiles, snaps his fingers.  “Yeah, I like this one so much.  It makes me think of my dear mami.”  Eduardo gets a faraway look in his eyes as he glances south across the open ocean towards Cuba, where his mami is buried in the sacred soil.  He relishes the melancholia of the moment.  His otherwise emotionally empty life calls for this.
The only honest feelings he has anymore are those he has for his mami.  Any feelings of true joy or love he had in the past are gone.  Since rising to the rank of Jefe del Sindicato, he’s shut down all emotional connections with anyone.  It’s kill or be killed now.  Meaningless relationships, making deals, selling, collecting and stashing away as much cash as possible, that’s all there is, he reminds himself of this every day.  Whenever he thinks about the future, he makes up some pleasant lies.  The truth, he knows, is too grim to dwell on.  The Jefe role is exciting and glamorous in the moment but Eduardo knows from looking at his predecessors, he will come to a sudden, bloody end.  No retirement.  No 401k.  No condo on the beach with kids and grandkids running around.  No driving to church in an Alzheimer’s haze—leaving his blinker on all the way there.  It’s going to be a bullet in the head and a splash in the ocean someday.  All the higher ups in the Sindicato are demented and dangerous.  Eduardo is certain he will die at the hands of his managers or their enemies, and if not them, it will be law enforcement.  He switches off these dark thoughts to focuses on the task at hand.  Find Coast Guard boy and seize the cash Cuban and White Guy say they paid him.  Then force him get more product.
Eduardo slashes at Fruit Ninja.  He’s getting angry.  God, the mood swings.  From melancholy thoughts of dear mami, to fear of his inevitable death, and then anger over being ripped off.  He wonders about this Coast Guard sailor.  Probably a pasty white kid who pinched some of that seized grass and thought he could get away with it.
He’s in for a big surprise.  Eduardo slashes three juicy watermelons.  He glances out the window and sees a small aircraft flying across the sky.  It’s a jet, and it’s climbing into the brilliant blue.  Eduardo thinks about rising higher into the Sindicato.  He’d have just such a plane to hop around the world in while putting deals together.  He’d trade in Thug-1 and Thug-2 for some ninja style hit men.  His own personal bodyguards instead of these knuckleheads.  He’d hire some legit guys from one of those mercenary companies.  He’s heard about them, seen websites advertising former US Army Rangers and Navy SEALs.  Hired guns to protect the highest bidder.  He considers the irony—US military soldiers, assassins, lethal operatives trained to protect American interests, but they end up leaving the US Military where they are expected to lay down their lives at a moment’s notice for some two-faced politician or a power-hungry general.  They’re supposed to jump out of a plane in the middle of the night, land in a place like Pakistan or Syria, and go kill terrorists for what?  For glory and honor and patriotism?  For minimum wage?  For mom and apple pie and Chevrolet?  Bullshit.
Eduardo is on a riff chopping fruit.  He’s never made it to this level before.
Those soldiers figure it out pretty quickly, especially when they start getting emails and text messages from companies like Blackwater and DynCorp and Triple Canopy.  Those shadowy companies offering to pay $150,000 a year to protect an African dictator or Central American businessperson (aka Kingpin) who, ironically, they’re supposed to defend the USA from.  Eduardo knows that many of these Rangers and SEALs are like professional athletes, loyal to the team who offers the biggest paycheck, and then even barely so, because they are taking advice from their agent.  Eduardo glances out the window and sees the jet now just a speck far off in the sky.  He watches it soaring high into the brilliant blue over the ocean.  Little does he know that Jack Turner is in that jet, headed with Mr. Banks and several other members of the joint DEA / Coast Guard team to Puerto Rico.  Eduardo wants that jet or one like it, and he wants it full of buffed up body guards, hot babes, good food and liquor.
“This makes sense,” Eduardo says to Thug-2 who looks back over the passenger seat.
“What’s that, boss?” Thug-2 asks.
“The Coast Guard seizes our shipments.”  Eduardo intentionally says ‘our shipment’ to make Thug-1 and Thug-2 feel ownership for the business, but it’s just a ruse he picked up on one of the management training podcasts he’s been listening to.
Thug-2 smiles because he does in fact feel ownership.
Eduardo sees the grin and thinks, damn this shit works, look at him.  He does feel ownership.  He’ll do whatever I tell him, probably take a bullet for me; all because I work a little management-speak on him.  Poor fool.  Eduardo continues, “This Jack the sailor boy, I don’t know if I should kill him or put him on the payroll.”
“He’s got some big balls.”  Thug-1 glances at Eduardo in the rear view.  “Especially for ripping off the Coast Guard.”
“What are we gonna do when we find him, boss?” Thug-2 asks.
“I don’t know,” Eduardo quickly slashes two watermelons, several cantaloupe and a bunch of bananas, “but I’ll figure it out before we get to Key West.”

If you enjoy a good Sea Story,
these two salty tales are free on all eReaders:
Amazon KindleApple iBooksBarnes & Noble NookSmashwords and Kobo.

Malcolm Torres is the author of original Sea Stories.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Burning of the Kent

The fire reached the powder magazine and the looked-for explosion took place.  The burning fragments of the vessel were blown high into the air, like so many rockets.

Disaster at Sea
This story is an excerpt from Thrilling Adventures at Sea or Noted Shipwrecks and Famous Sailors, published by Crawford & Company 1885

Burning of the Kent

Whilst on her outward passage, the Kent East Indiaman was burnt, on the 28th of February, 1825, in the Bay of Biscay. She had on board in all six hundred and forty-one persons. An officer on duty during a storm, finding that a spirit-cask in the hold had broken loose, was taking measures to secure it, when a lurch of the ship caused him to drop his lantern, and in his eagerness to save it, he let go the cask, which suddenly stove in, the spirits communicated with the flame, and the whole place was instantly in a blaze. Hopes of subduing the fire at first were strong, but soon heavy volumes of smoke, and a pitchy smell, told that it had reached the cable-room.

Disaster at Sea
Bay of Biscay

In these awful circumstances, the captain ordered the lower decks to be scuttled, to admit water; this was done: several poor seamen being suffocated by the smoke in executing the order; but now a new danger threatened, the sea rushed in so furiously, that the ship was becoming water-logged, and all feared her going down. Betwixt six and seven hundred human beings were by this time crowded on the deck. Many on their knees earnestly implored the mercy of an all-powerful God, while some old stout-hearted sailors quietly seated themselves directly over the powder magazine—expecting an explosion every moment, and thinking thus to put a speedier end to their torture.

In this time of despair, it occurred to the fourth' mate to send a man to the foremast, hoping, but scarce daring to think it probable, that some friendly sail might be in sight. The man at the foretop looked around him; it was a moment of intense anxiety; then waving his hat he cried out, "A sail on the lee bow!"

Those on deck received the news with heart-felt gratitude, and answered with three cheers. Signals of distress were instantly hoisted, and endeavors used to make toward the stranger, while the minute-guns were fired continuously. She proved to be the brig Cambria, Captain Cook, master, bound to Vera Cruz, having twenty Cornish miners, and some agents of the mining company on-board. For about a quarter of an hour, the crew of the Kent doubted whether the brig perceived their signals; but after a period of dreadful suspense, they saw the British colors hoisted, and the brig making toward them.
Disaster at Sea

On this, the crew of the Kent got their boats in readiness the first was filled with women, passengers, and officers' wives, and was lowered into a sea so tempestuous as to leave small hope of their reaching the brig; they did, however, after being nearly swamped through some entanglement of the ropes, getting clear of the Kent, and were safely taken on board the Cambria, which prudently lay at some distance off.

After the first trip, it was found impossible for the boats to come close alongside of the Kent, and the poor women and children suffered dreadfully, in being lowered over the stern into them by means of ropes. Amid this gloomy scene, many beautiful examples occurred of filial and parental affection, and of disinterested friendship; and many sorrowful instances of individual loss and suffering. At length, when all had been removed from the burning vessel, but a few, who were so overcome by fear as to refuse to make the attempt to reach the brig, the captain quitted his ill-fated ship.

The flames, which had spread along her upper deck, now mounted rapidly to the mast and rigging, forming one general conflagration, and lighting up the heavens to an immense distance around. One by one her stately masts fell over her sides. By half-past one in the morning the fire reached the powder magazine; the looked-for explosion took place, and the burning fragments of the vessel were blown high into the air, like so many rockets.
Burning of the Kent
Coat of arms of the East India Company circa 1700

The Cambria, with her crowd of sufferers, made all speed to the nearest port, and reached Portsmouth in safety, shortly after midnight, on the 3rd of March. Wonderful to tell, fourteen of the poor creatures left on the Kent were rescued by another ship, the Caroline, on her passage from Alexandria to Liverpool.

If you enjoy a good Sea Story,
these two salty tales are free on all eReaders:
Amazon KindleApple iBooksBarnes & Noble NookSmashwords and Kobo.

Malcolm Torres is the author of original sea stories and nautical tales

Malcolm Torres is the author of original sea stories and nautical novels.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Horror on the High Seas


A tale of horror aboard the USS Nimitz

Sailors Take Warning a Mystery Thriller aboard the USS Nimitz by Malcolm Torres

Kate Conrad sat in the back of the stacks and watched thousands of books slide an inch over the edges of their shelves, and then the ship rolled the other way and they slid back.  The librarians strung bungee cords to prevent books from falling off and they were working pretty well, but tonight the sea ran rough and every few minutes a book or two, usually a thick hardback, leaped over a rubber cord and tumble to the deck.  She walked over and picked up a book that had fallen.  As she slid it back into its spot, a librarian wearing black plastic-framed glasses entered the row carrying a box of clattering metal rods.
“I’ve never done this before.”  He dropped the box.
“What’s that?” Kate asked.
“Battening down the hatches.”  He pulled a rod from the box and fixed it against the books along one of the shelves.
Kate saw right away how he attached the metal rod to little brackets on each shelf and then removed the bungee cord and tossed it into the box.
“Here, I’ll help you,” Kate said as she pulled a rod from the box and snapped it in place, securing another shelf loaded with books.
“All hands on deck,” the librarian said.
“I wish they’d steer out of this storm,” she said.
She braced herself against the bookshelf as the ship began nosing over.  Her entire body clenched as the compartment seemed to turn over on its side.  Thousands of books slid partway off their shelves—the weight of a million words shoved by a violent ocean, straining against elastic bands.  She felt the weight of the entire stack threatening to topple over and crush her if the ship tilted another inch.
“We better get out of here,” the librarian said, as hundreds of books tumbled over the elastic cords and crashed all around, several knocking them on their heads and shoulders.
Right then the alarm bell rang, and the ship pitched back to almost level.
Kate quickly snapped another metal rods in place.
“I wish I could stick around and help,” she told the librarian, “but I have to respond to this alarm.”
“Be safe,” he said.
Kate bounded over books scattered on the floor and headed out of the library.  In the passageway, she was surprised to hear for the second night in a row, “SECURITY BREACH IN THE AFT WEAPONS MAGAZINE.”

Sailors Take Warning a Mystery Thriller aboard the USS Nimitz by Malcolm Torres

The ship leaned so far over it caused cabinets and drawers to spew their contents.  Fire extinguishers, spanner wrenches, pots and pans and toolboxes—anything not securely stowed—broke loose and rattled about on the deck.
Kate grabbed both railings as the ladder pitched forward and jerked sideways like a rodeo bull.  She tightened her grip and hooked one foot under a rung as she recalled stories about sailors on smaller boats attempting to climb down ladders on rough seas, only to be bucked off and thrown to the deck where they suffered a broken wrist or a concussion.
She wondered why they were calling her to the aft magazine again, especially after Jenks had been shot dead there the previous night.
Music and crowd noise came up from the hangar, and she wondered why the MAA hadn’t shut down the party by now, especially after hitting the crowd with pepper spray and the runway collapsed.
 A standoff between roughnecks in pirate costumes and MAA with their clubs drawn blocked the main deck passageway.
“Make a hole!” Kate shouted, but nobody stepped aside.
A burly MAA held one reveler in a headlock while another MAA tried to cuff him.  Two more MAA had their Tasers drawn, holding the anxious gang at bay.
“Flying Squad,” Kate shouted, “coming through!”
“Move aside,” one of the MAA shouted, waving his Taser.
The fellow in the headlock gave his captor kidney punches and kicked at the woman trying to put the cuffs on him.
As Kate barged into the crowd, she counted a dozen of them and they were dressed more frighteningly than anyone she’d seen earlier at the rally.  Several held swords and knives.
An old-timer in officer’s regalia, including a black tricorn hat, a tattered blue jacket with faded gold trim and a full rack of worn-looking medals, stared at her with flared nostrils and lust in his eyes.  Another man’s scraggly beard hung from ruddy cheeks; the whites of his eyes set off by heavy black mascara.  She pushed through and saw a thick bunch of dreadlocks hanging lopsided from a woman’s head, crawling with silver insects.  A length of wire wove through multiple piercings in one guy’s ear and metal tacks poked out through the sides of his nostrils.

Sailors Take Warning a Mystery Thriller aboard the USS Nimitz by Malcolm Torres

“Excuse me,” Kate said as she shoved through arms with elaborate full-sleeve tattoos.  Many of the faces sneered at the MAA as if itching for a fight.  Nobody on either side was backing down.
A man with dark eyes, deep in wrinkled sockets, his withered cheeks stretched over bulging cheekbones, grabbed Kate and pulled her close.  Face to face, his thin gray lips opened over toothless gums.  On feculent breath, he whispered, “Have you come to play with the dead crew, missy?”
“Let me go!” she yelled and broke free.  The entire gang erupted in laughter.  She stumbled backward.  A hand groped her ass.  She spun away and ran.
She shot a glance over her shoulder just as one of the shirtless derelicts threw a punch at an MAA who fired his Taser.  The fool collapsed in a fit.  His mates hooted like a bunch of schoolchildren who’d never seen a stun gun.
As she ran, Dutro’s warning about a mutiny on the equator skittered across her mind.
A moment later, she arrived in the galley and saw her Flying Squad mates with painted faces, kooky wigs, pirate hats and plastic swords.  A hip-hop hit with a throbbing bass beat pulsed in the hangar above and her worries about the gang scuffling with the MAA dissipated.
O’Malley stood at the center of the team with his reassuring linebacker shoulders and chop-top crewcut.  He held a clipboard and shouted, “There’s no problem, nothing like last night.  The guard just wanted someone to check the lock on the nuke vault, so we’re standing by.”
Kate took a seat and waited.  She thought about how the ship usually rolled fore and aft—up the face of an ocean swell, over the top and down the other side—but not tonight.  A growing unease sloshed in her belly.  The bright blue deck in the dining area heaved and pitched at an odd angle as the ship slid sideways across an unpredictable swell.

Sailors Take Warning a Mystery Thriller aboard the USS Nimitz by Malcolm Torres

She wanted to run back to the library and meet Terrance and find out what had happened, but a dreadful awareness filled her.  Curiosity about everything happening—missing bodies, the rash, warnings of mutiny, seeing Comello, Jenks getting shot, and now for the second night in a row, on the very night the ship arrives on the equator, a security breach called away to the weapons magazine—and it all connected.  A sinister energy fired through the synapses in her brain, connecting seemingly unrelated events.  Static crackled all around her.  Her clothes charged with prickles of electricity like a cheap synthetic blanket just out of the dryer.  A tingling sensation crossed her scalp, a low voltage current charging the roots of her hair.  The follicles on the back of her neck stood up as if she’d swallowed a hot pepper.  She bolted from the chair because she realized that Danny Jenks was dead and his body would certainly be missing from the morgue!
She imagined Jenks’ corpse walking along the main deck passageway, limping, dragging his cast, poop leaking from his diaper.  She almost giggled, but no, she thought, and then easily imagined Jenks as a pirate with a sword, running with that gang she’d seen challenging the MAA.
The deck heaved beneath her, and she reached to grab a pipe running along the bulkhead, but as she did, an electric spark shot from the pipe into her fingers.
“What the fuck?”  She yanked her hand away!
She had to do something and thought about her boss, but knew Sternz wouldn’t be any help in this situation.
She walked quickly to the hatch and went down the ladder into the weapons handling area looking for Fire Marshall O’Malley.

SAILORS TAKE WARNING is on Amazon in paperback and eBook

Sailors Take Warning a Mystery Thriller aboard the USS Nimitz by Malcolm Torres

Malcolm Torres writes sea stories and nautical novels, but they are not like the books your grandfather read.  Mr. Torres does not glorify brave officers and mighty ships.  He writes about common sailors, the deckhands, who work hard and travel the world having adventure and romance in foreign ports.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Aboard a Steel Ship During World War II with C. S. Forester

"A colossal geyser of black mud followed along with the terrific roar of the explosion.  Mud and water rained down on the Apache, drenching everyone on deck, while the little ship leaped frantically in the waves."  Gold From Crete, by C. S. Forester

An excellent collection of sea stories by Gold From Crete by C.S. Forester

A Reading Recommendation: Sea Story

by Malcolm Torres

When you search around for sea stories naturally the Horatio Hornblower collection by C. S. Forester comes up at the top of many lists.  But, I'm not much of a fan of Hornblower and the old tyme wooden-ship sea stories, so naturally when I saw C. S. Forester's collection of WWII stories, Gold From Crete, I snatched it up and read it cover to cover.

What I wonder is:  How did Forester write these stories?  While reading them I simply took it for granted that the author was a Royal Navy officer, but I was quite surprised to find that he did not serve in the Navy at all.  He did server in the British Infantry during WWI, but that does not explain how he wrote such wonderful sea stories.  Forester left England prior to the start of WWII, and lived in California writing sea stories and movie scripts for most of his life.

This collection, Gold From Crete, is written with great authenticity, containing so many small details that one experiences while aboard a ship at sea.  The story puts you aboard the HMS Apache during operations in the Mediterranean during WWII.  There's plenty of action and humor, character development and insights into life aboard a ship during wartime.

World War II Royal Navy Sea Stories

Five of the stories are about the brave crew aboard the HMS Apache, as they barely survive being bombed as they recover the national treasure of gold at the Greek port of Crete.  In one funny, yet hair-raising story, the Apache's captain dons a diving suit to defuse an accidentally dropped depth charge in port at the Brooklyn Navy Yard.  And of course, as any good WWII sea story should, this volume includes an intense hunt for a German submarine, this time with a new high tech sonar system.

There are several stories in this collection that do not take place aboard ships at sea, and we'll forgive Forester for straying from his nautical plots and themes, but these others stories are well worth a read.  They take us into tank battles on the sands of North Africa, a spy story in New York City and a what-if story that ponders what may have happened if Hitler had invaded England.

For those who enjoy good sea stories, especially those aboard a small ship during WWII, Gold From Crete by C. S. Forester is well worth a read.

If you enjoy a good Sea Story,
these two salty tales are free on all eReaders:
Amazon KindleApple iBooksBarnes & Noble NookSmashwords and Kobo.

Free Sea Stories by Malcolm Torres, Disaster at Sea, Crime Thriller

Malcolm Torres is the author of original sea stories.