The Iron Crown
By: Arnold Fitzgerald
The Final Hours of the Crown
We had just docked the Iron Crown, our 185 foot long fishing vessel, in to the port the night before to unload our cargo of North Atlantic cod; in the beginning no one knew what was happening in that sleepy northern Scottish sea port town. We normally came to this harbor to unload and give what little industry there work. Our captain was the first one to feel something bad was happening in the area. He ordered us to work faster on unloading the boat to sail out of port and we followed his judgment like we always did, we didn't know this too would be our death sentence.
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The Iron Crown
By: Arnold Fitzgerald
The Final Hours of the Crown
We had just docked the Iron Crown, our 185 foot long fishing vessel, in to the port the night before to unload our cargo of North Atlantic cod; in the beginning no one knew what was happening in that sleepy northern Scottish sea port town. We normally came to this harbor to unload and give what little industry there work. Our captain was the first one to feel something bad was happening in the area. He ordered us to work faster on unloading the boat to sail out of port and we followed his judgment like we always did, we didn't know this too would be our death sentence.
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