SUCCES Part 2 – The Benthic Cruise

Filed Under (Uncategorized) by holserr on 17-08-2009

A few of us brave sailors have once again embarked on a sea-born adventure. Due to space and time restrictions on the primary SUCCES cruise, a number of experiments are taking place piggy-backed on to a cruise for the Reimers lab. Al Devol brought his lander out to allow us to look at changes at chemical changes in the water-sediment interface over the course of around 15 hours. The lander is affectionately known as Ole Yeller

The lander is programmed to drop it’s ballast at a specified time in the morning, causing it to rise to the surface. Additionally, surface buoys, flags, lights, and transmitters ensure that we don’t lose track of the gear, even if it does not surface on its own.

The other members of the SUCCES crew (myself included) are managing a number of incubation experiments intended to watch chemical changes in both surface and bottom boundary layer water over the course of a week. Every day we stop a portion of the incubation for analysis. There are several different iron incubations, a TCO2 incubation, and two POC incubations.

Meanwhile, the Reimers lab has been attempting to collect sediment cores the last two nights, but unfortunately haven’t had much success yet. We’ve cracked one tube, lost another on the bottom, and pulled up a lot of water.


The weather has been slightly less cooperative the last two days (25+ knot winds, 6ft wind waves and 7ft swells) which may be contributing to their difficulty.

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DG on 17 August, 2009 at 9:22 am #


Nature Pants, season 1, episode 9a, 1999, Spongebob Squarepants

DG on 18 August, 2009 at 10:52 am #

“So we lay on our oars and waited for the tide to do its work. This was the predicament of the pirates: because of the big run-out the tide was now rushing back like a mill-race, and it was impossible for the strongest swimmer in the world to make against it the three miles to the sloops. Between the pirates and the shore were we, precluding escape in that direction. On the other hand, the water was rising rapidly over the shoals, and it was only a question of a few hours when it would be over their heads.”

Tales of the Fish Patrol, by Jack London, 1906.

DG on 19 August, 2009 at 12:20 am #

“One more whale,” our captain cried
“One more whale and we’ll beat the ice.”
But the winter star was in the sky
The sea’s were rough, the winds were high.

Cold is the arctic sea
Far are your arms from me
Long will this winter be
Frozen in Frobisher Bay
Frozen in Frobisher Bay

Frobisher Bay by James Gordon, 1993. Recommended download: Chor Leoni version on iTunes.

DG on 20 August, 2009 at 6:49 am #

WEDNESDAY 26th. SE to SSE. Course S 31 degrees W. Distce in miles 77.
Latd in 1 degree 21′ S. Longd in West from Greenwich 30 degrees 18′. Bearings at Noon Do N. 25 degrees 30′ E Dt. 385 leagues. First part light airs and clowdy weather, the remainder a Moderate breeze and clowdy. After we had got an Observation and it was no longer doubted that we were to the southward of the Line, the Ceremony on this occassion practised by all Nations was not omitted: every one that could not prove upon a Sea Chart that he had before crossed the Line, was either to pay a bottle of Rum or be ducked in the sea, which former case was the fare of by far the greatest part on board, and as several of the Men choose to be ducked and the weather was favorable for that purpose, this ceremony was performed on about 20 to 30 to the no small deversion of the rest.

The Journals of Captain Cook, 1768-1779, by James Cook, John Cawte Beaglehole, and Philip Edwards. Pub: The Hakluyt Society, 1955.

DG on 21 August, 2009 at 9:21 am #

“Then the grey rain closed in. But at present everyone on the crowded quarterdeck knew what lay behind that drifting, formless veil; a French ship of the line, with both her rows of gun-ports open. And there was not one who had missed the slight movement of the yard that meant she was about to lay her foresail to the mast, heave to and wait for them.”

“Post Captain” by Patrick O’Brian, published 1972.

DG on 22 August, 2009 at 4:11 pm #

Captain William Bligh: “Can you understand this, Mr. Byam? Discipline is the thing. A seaman’s a seaman. A captain’s a captain. And a midshipman, Sir Joseph or no Sir Joseph, is the lowest form of animal life in the British Navy.”

Mutiny on the Bounty, by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall. Pub: 1932.

DG on 23 August, 2009 at 10:59 am #

“Sunday, September 7th. Fell in with the north-east trade-winds. This morning we caught our first dolphin, which I was very eager to see. I was disappointed in the colors of this fish when dying. They were certainly very beautiful, but not equal to what had been said of them. They are too indistinct. To do the fish justice, there is nothing more beautiful than the dolphin when swimming a few feet below the surface, on a bright day. It is the most elegantly formed, and also the quickest fish, in salt water; and the rays of the sun striking upon it, in its rapid and changing motions, reflected from the water, make it look like a stray beam from a rainbow.”

“Two Years Before the Mast” by Richard Henry Dana. Pub. 1840

DG on 24 August, 2009 at 11:50 am #

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, published in 1798.

\A smooth sea never made a skilled mariner.\ English proverb.

DG on 25 August, 2009 at 9:49 am #

“But in 1818 Parry was no better qualified for Arctic exploration than Ross, whose Baltic stint had scarcely prepared him for the rigours of the white world. There was one man who was qualified – the most experienced sea captain in England at that time. William Scoresby was quite prepared to go. But neither the Admiralty nor John Barrow had any intention of sending him. For William Scoresby wasn’t Navy. He was a member of that despised commercial band of Greenland whalers who had been pushing farther and father north without recognition for decades. A whaling captain in charge of one of His Majestry’s ships? The prospect was unthinkable.”

The Arctic Grail: The Quest for the North West Passage and the North Pole, 1818-1909, by Pierre Berton. Pub. 1988.

DG on 26 August, 2009 at 10:29 am #

THURSDAY 15th. Winds NE to SE. Squalls of Wind from the land with rain the most part of these 24 hours. Rec’d on board fresh Beef and Greens for the Ships Compney and sent on shore all our Casks for wine and Water having a shore boat employ’d for that purpose.

FRIDAY 16th. Winds Easterly. The most part fine clear weather. Punished Henry Stephens Seaman and Thos Dunister Marine with 12 lashes each for refusing to take their allowance of fresh Beef. Empd taking on board wine and water.

SATURDAY 17th. Winds Westerly. Little wind and fine clear weather. Issued to the Whole Ships Company 20 Pounds of Onions per man. Empd takeing on board Wine Water.

The Journals of Captain Cook, 1768-1779, by James Cook, John Cawte Beaglehole, and Philip Edwards. Pub: The Hakluyt Society, 1955.

DG on 27 August, 2009 at 9:09 am #

“My musical talent had never bred envy in others, but out on the Atlantic, to realize what it meant, you should have heard me sing. You should have seen the porpoises leap when I pitched my voice for the waves and the sea and all that was in it. Old turtles, with large eyes, poked their heads up out of the sea as I sang ‘Johnny Boker,’ and ‘We’ll Pay Darby Doyl for his Boots,’ and the like. But the porpoises were, on the whole, vastly more appreciative than the turtles; they jumped a deal higher. One day when I was humming a favorite chant, I think it was ‘Babylon’s a-Fallin’, a porpoise jumped higher than the bowsprit. Had the Spray been going a little faster she would have scooped him in.”

Sailing Alone Around the World, by Joshua Slocum. Published 1919.

DG on 28 August, 2009 at 10:14 am #

It so chanced, that after the Parsee’s disappearance, I was he whom the Fates ordained to take the place of Ahab’s bowsman, when that bowsman assumed the vacant post; the same, who, when on the last day the three men were tossed from out the rocking boat, was dropped astern. So, floating on the margin of the ensuing scene, and in full sight of it, when the half-spent suction of the sunk ship reached me, I was then, but slowly, drawn towards the closing vortex. When I reached it, it had subsided to a creamy pool. Round and round, then, and ever contracting towards the button-like black bubble at the axis of that slowly wheeling circle, like another ixion I did revolve, till gaining that vital centre, the black bubble upward burst; and now, liberated by reason of its cunning spring, and owing to its great buoyancy, rising with great force, the coffin like-buoy shot lengthwise from the sea, fell over, and floated by my side. Buoyed up by that coffin, for almost one whole day and night, I floated on a soft and dirge-like main. The unharming sharks , they glided by as if with padlocks on their mouths; the savage sea-hawks sailed with sheathed beaks. On the second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.

Moby Dick, or The White Whale, by Herman Melville. Pub. 1851

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