electronics officer, sah.â He explained to Raiford, âMr. Shockley is second mate.â
âPleased.â A quick handshake whose softness went with the small paunch swelling beneath the T-shirt. He turned quickly back to the illuminated diagram that made a large and intricate pattern in the center of the flickering lights. âServed much time aboard tankers?â
âFirst time ever. On any ship.â
âOh?â The second mate pulled his eyes from the control board for an instant and he looked more closely at Raiford. âThe owners must be getting desperate.â
Raiford shrugged. âThey needed someone fast and my name was on the list. Regular replacement was sick or something.â
âAh.â His eyes went to Raifordâs stocking feet. âWell, youâll want a proper kit. Johnnyâll take you to the shipâs slop chest. Mind the pricesâcompany sets them and theyâre damned high, so buy only what you need.â Then, âIâm second deck officer. That means I supervise the loading. First officerâs duty, normally, but â¦â He ended with a lift of shoulders that said it didnât make any difference as long as the job got done. âWeâre a fully automated tanker. Automated navigation and steering, automated engine. Automated loading system. If something goes awry with the electronics, youâll be kept damn busy I can promise you.â He spoke to Raiford, but his eyes stayed on the lights and the rows of dials labeled with pump and valve numbers and functions monitored: speed, suction pressures, quantities, ballast level, cargo level, shipâs trim. âYouâll be kept busy anyway, what with the maintenance and routine servicing. No pleasure cruise, this.â
âThe electronics give you a lot of trouble?â
âWell, sheâs old, the Aurora is. But the circuitry manages to hold up right well. Knock on woodâif you can find any. Sensors and switches are always the problem. Corrosion. Salt. Thatâs why I keep a close eye on the loading. Thatâs what this is, the loading control room. This computer here is the Lodicator. Tells the valve controls how to do the job. How much ballast out of which tank, how much oil into which tank, and when. Stuck valve, and everything becomes a hell of a mess. The diagrammatic tells me how well the shipâs answering. Sweding machine hereââhe nodded at another consoleââgives a projection of the shipâs stability based on the current loading pattern. These are the override switches for manual control. Ticklish time right now: getting up to ullageâfull on the tanks. Load up to twenty thousand tons an hour of warm, light oil. Only twelve thousand of this stuff, though. Heavy. But the computer does it all: fills each tank to ninety-eight percent capacity, distributes the load so the ship stays trim and wonât go brittle or capsize, opens and closes valves to the center cargo tanks and the wing cargo tanks in the right order. Thatâs what these lights are on the diagrammaticâred open, green closed.â
Raiford had a chilling thought. âWho programs the computers?â
âDone ashore. Computer gurus ashore figure that out. Home office sends out the software and programs we need at each port. Donât vary too much: the loadâs always crude oil. But we do get different types of crudeâweâll be going up to Al Juâaymah to complete loading, and thatâs a different weight and type. Lighter. Have to keep that separate from the Halul crudeâthatâs one of the things that makes this part of the loading plan so ticklish. A tank of ballast beside one full of heavy crude puts a lot of shear strain on the old hull. Damn good thing the Gulfâs a calm sea.â
âYou mean we could sink?â
âHappens. Donât want to, of course.â
âOf course.â
Johnny had