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On October 28, 1991 a storm hit Cape Ann sinking fishing boats out at sea and causing massive destruction along the coast. One boat lost at sea during the storm was the Andrea Gail, a swordfish boat out of Gloucester, Massachusetts, with six hands on board. Her last reported position was 180 miles (330 km) northeast of Sable Island on October 28, 1991. The last reported transmission from the Andrea Gail was at about 6:00 p.m. on October 28, 1991. Captain Tyne reported his coordinates as 44°N 56.4°W, or about 180 miles (330 km) northeast of Sable Island to Captain Linda Greenlaw on the Andrea Gail's sister ship Hannah Boden. He also gave a weather report indicating 30-foot (9 m) seas and wind gusts up to 80 knots (150 km/h). His final recorded words were, "She's comin' on, boys, and she's comin' on strong". It was reported that the storm created waves in excess of 100 feet (30 m) in height.
No further messages were heard from the vessel and no other ships were able to reach her. She and her crew never came home.
Those lost were Captain Frank W. "Billy" Tyne, Jr. , aged 34, Michael "Bugsy" Moran, aged 36, Dale R. Murphy, aged 30, Alfred Pierre, aged 32, Robert F. Shatford, aged 30, and David Sullivan, aged 29.
I remember that storm well. I did this piece on calm seas, with a brilliant sky of stars...because the boys shall forever remain there, fishing the Banks for eternity.
Rest in peace long liners.
The Grief of SpartacusThe Grief of Spartacus by philippeL
In the hall of the opulent House Batiatus, laughter and applause ceased with the demonstration. As expected, Spartacus was standing victorious before the party guests. The tip of his sword was an inch above the neck of his oponent and friend, Varro.
Spartacus could feel the tense look of his nemesis Crixus, who was supposed to make the demonstration with him. "Another stain to my name", the Gaul was thinking bitterly.
"You are the editor, young Numerius", said Quintus Batiatus. "How did the loser fared?"
The boy shown a joyful grin and raised his arm. He was thrilled by Ilithyia who was watching him, the lady who stole his virginity an hour ago.
In a moment where all the guests froze, he turn his thumb down. The two friendly oponents glanced quicly at each other, as if they were part of a farce.
Outraged, Batiatus cleared his throat but managed to smile.
"Magistrate Calavius! Dear guests! This must be a mistake. The duel was meant for exhibition. Young Numerius, is this your fin
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