Savannah last Spring. I was able to sit on the dock next to where I live and watch these regal beauties pass one by one as they left the Savannah Port, after docking here for a week. This picture was one I took from shore of one of our dolphin watching boats next to the Bounty as she set off probably never to return here again, I was thinking at the time. Little did I know how true that was. Since I had a thing for this particular ship for a collection of reasons, it was thrilling to me watch her wave goodbye as she left port. I also got to visit her up close and personally while she was docked.
When I found out that that Hurricane Sandy took the Bounty down into the ocean's depths this very evening, I was and am stunned. This happened about 90 miles North of North Carolina. She was heading South to St. Petersberg, Florida and her generator quit so there was no power to handle the size of the waves. Something about this powerful symbol of beauty and grace not being able to get out of harm's way alerts me to a changing of the guard in some way. This ship, of course, was not the original Bounty but rather the replica built for the movie "Mutiny on the Bounty." Still . . . she was majestic and spoke of another time when man's relationship to the sea was much more intimate. I am very sorry for the lives lost in this incident. My understanding is one is dead, one is missing and 16 were rescued. The captain is the one missing. In days of old, the captain would go down with the ship. From all appearances, the captain and the Bounty are sharing a watery grave.
Up North, many other dramas are unfolding and there is much to love and care about in what masses of people are going through. Still, the Bounty has sunk, and for this moment, that has my full attention.