Deal coast guard rescue
By David Chamberlain
Spending Christmas in the Downs, with a north
easterly blow, was not everybody’s idea of how to spend the festive season of
1913. The three mast schooner, Robert
Morris, had been anchored-up opposite Deal Castle for nine days; and had been
awaiting a shift in the wind direction to continue her voyage to the Port of
London with a cargo of copperas. On New Year’s Eve, the wind increased to a
gale and her master, and owner, was finding the vessel straining against her
two anchors.
Captain Robert Morris had named his ship after
himself and had full confidence in her seaworthiness. However, as the flood
took hold against the wind on the spring tide, the seas became heavier. At 2am her port anchor chain parted and with
her starboard anchor not holding she drove down tide, to the north, with the
wind pushing her shoreward.
Deal coast guards immediately saw the stricken
ship’s flare and informed the crew of the north Deal lifeboat. Coxswain Adams
was quick to respond. This was to be the first ‘shout’ that they had had in 7
months. It was a difficult launch in the rolling surf and the boat was swamped
with water by two consecutive waves. The men struggled with the haul-off-warp
and physically pulled the lifeboat through the surf and into deeper water.
By this time it had started snowing, turning into a
blizzard as the Robert Morris was stranded on the high tide opposite Sandown
Castle. As hard as the lifeboat tried to
assist in saving the ship’s crew, Adams did not have enough water under the
Charles Dibden’s keel to manoeuvre his vessel in the teeth of the north east
gale.
The coast guards had been monitoring the situation,
and as the Robert Morris grounded, her bowsprit almost touched the remains of
the old Sandown Castle. Coast guard John Wood rushed into the surf attached to
a safety rope carrying his heaving cane (a stick with a weighted head attached
to a life line). Dressed in only his uniform, the coldness numbed him as he
threw the cane. His aim was accurate, and the schooners crew grabbed and
secured the line. The first two crewmen had waited for a temporary lull in the
waves and were successfully helped ashore. The flare that was burning on the
ship and illuminating the action extinguished and cast the area into darkness.
It was also the moment that the ship’s cook misjudged his jump and fell
backwards into the raging surf, disappearing under the water. Coastguard Wood plunged below the waves and
obtained a hold on the cook’s arm, only to find the man panicked and put a
strangle hold on him.
In the pitch black turmoil, the awaiting
coastguards, unaware to what had happened, hauled on the rope attached to their
comrade. The ship’s cook was dragged out of the wave’s barely conscious and
Wood being in a state of exhaustion and hyperthermia. The coastguards then fired
a rocket over the ship and hauled the captain and mate ashore in a breeches buoy.
Within hours Wood had recovered and returned to the
hulk, which was now high and dry on the receding tide, and went aboard, armed,
to stop any looting. In the light of day, locals came to look at the spectacle
and watch as the tug, Lady Vita, pull the Robert Morris off the beach, stern
first, and towed her to the safety of the Dover Harbour.