The other day while consuming what bowsprite calls “VHF prose,” I heard a minimal report: “Jane . . . bound for sea.”
“Jane . . .” It’s certainly clearer than “IMO 9269702.”
Watch Jane pass by Howland Hook bound for points south on the Arthur Kill.
To get a sense of Jane‘s size, that’s the red shirt of a crewman bent over just aft of the starboard midships ladder.
See the size of the pin at waterline.
Not that Jane is the largest tug calling in the boro; she has a larger sibling, for example. Some vitals: built in Lockport, LA at the Bollinger yard in 2003, 124′ x 38 x 22. 6000+ horsepower sipping from a 150,000 gallon fuel supply. All the vitals . . . like namesake . . . here.
“Jane . . . bound for sea” sounds so modest. And come to think about it, one of the first words I learned to read . . . “Jane” as in “Run, Jane, Run.”
More on Jane A. Bouchard‘s big sister (whom I recently slighted…sorry!) soon.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.