February 25, 2018
The Swedish captain was adamant. The Avafors had crossed the North Atlantic and now it was in one of the freshwater lakes -- a puny body of water. The pilot Ced Woodward had warned him not to leave the shelter of the Soo but now it was too late. The big steel ship began to buck and pound so hard that the pilothouse doors started to fly open and the men thought they were going to break their knees. Worse, they made virtually no progress against the violent Superior storm that headed them. They could only hant on and trust in their ship -- and perhaps wished that they had followed the advice of their pilot. It was his job to advise them on the lake -- and they had ignored his warnings. Now it was too late. They could only ride it out.