Captain Papanicolopoulos (this is his real name), was on the bridge directing his thirty-man crew and his old and tired World War II freighter, without modern navigation equipment, not even radar, but the Dominator was doomed. [...] It was with a great deal of regret that the Captain gave up his ship, his first trip as a Captain, and undoubtedly, his last by the rules of the sea. He was sixty-four years old, had been to sea all his life, working up to this command from a deck hand. His career ended, aground, eight miles from the safety of Long Beach Harbor. [...]
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