The most harrowing part of the night is when we spotted a merchant ship. I said earlier but you don’t exactly get many contacts out there in the middle of the Philippine Sea, and I had been hoping to go the night without one (it must have been just before midnight when I took the watch) but here one was coming along. My big worry is that we couldn’t maneuver out of the way of anyone since we didn’t have propulsion. It doesn’t feel great to be a sitting duck nuclear powered warship without propulsion and it feels worse to announce it to the world, but I had the off-going lookout try to rustle up the “not under command” lights which were supposedly hidden in the fan room somewhere. I’m not sure a nuclear-powered submarine has ever displayed those lights and unfortunately I didn’t get to be the first because we never found them. Anyways it was all moot in the end because although the merchant ship was coming from such an angle that we would have been the give-way vessel had giving way been necessary, he never got within 10 miles of us so none of it mattered in the end.
That left me with the second-most-harrowing part of the night, which was that I started to get a little chilly. It might have been the Philippine Sea near the equator, but I was used to warm temperatures and it was the middle of the night and there was a bit of a breeze and there I was in just my coveralls so I started to get just a wee bit cold. I thought fondly of my sweater that was hanging up in my stateroom (on good days, you know when you have a nuclear reactor that operates, the AC is on full blast and the control room gets a little chilly and you can just chill in your fetching little sweater as you command a warship around). I also thought about all my poor crewmates boiling in a very hot submarine with sweat literally dripping down the walls, and more importantly what their reaction would be if I complained about being a little chilly, and so therefore decided that discretion was the better part of valor and opted not to ask a messenger to run me up a sweater.
Meanwhile all those nerds back in the engineroom were trying to fix whatever was wrong so we could start up again. I stayed out of it. I did have to call back at one point to ask nicely if we could turn on the air compressor and the Engineering Officer of the Watch was kind enough to give us the power to do so, but I tried to avoid bothering them and also tried to avoid learning anything at all about what was going on. I was pretty successful. Eventually my relief came up and my watch ended. My relief was standing his first surfaced Officer of the Deck watch and was excited about getting such an easy one after hearing all about my honestly very relaxing seven hours or so. The sun was coming up and he was looking forward to a glorious morning of getting a tan. It was not to be. They had fixed the reactor and it was now time for the emergency reactor startup. That, I understand, went pretty flawlessly, thanks to the Engineering Officer of the Watch who was probably a bit intense for his own good but just intense enough for the good of our continued propulsion. Our poor Officer of the Deck had to suddenly figure out what was going on, ask for various permissions, and, you know, drive a submarine around. Poor guy.
Meanwhile I had a lovely breakfast of whatever the cooks could scrounge up and then hung out until it was time to do some rigging for dive so we could get back underwater once the reactor was going. Those duties eventually complete, I went to bed. The weirdest part about this whole adventure is that when I woke up for my next watch it was honestly like the whole thing had never happened. Everything was back to normal, the walls were no longer sweating, and I took over a watch as Contact Manager in my cozy little sweater with the soft sounds of passive sonar coming in over the speakers. The emergency reactor shutdown and startup and panic and diesel generator not starting and then it did start and high pressure blows and all that jazz was like a weird dream. Except someone had to write an incident report. Not me. I stayed out of it. Nuclear power kids: fantastic, the best, but much more enjoyable when left to other people.
The end!
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