Tyga hasn’t actually met the 14-year-old model he’s been chasing (yet), but there’s really no innocent reason for a man his age to be reaching out to a young teenager!

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In the morning watch, the lookout was given maintenance tasks near to hand and Max and I kept lookout and did all the chart work. The steering was on autopilot. I enjoyed the night watch, because I could either talk with Max or loaf on the bridge wing, leaning on the dodger and staring out at the night. The bridge was kept dark to ensure we didn’t lose our night vision; the lamp in the chartroom was kept down low. On the night watches I learnt to keep a lookout for other ships by looking 5 degrees above the horizon -not at it, because our light vision is in the periphery of our eyes. On some nights, the marine bioluminescence, which the old sailors called ‘phosphorescence’, caused bright green and white flickering lights to tumble along the side of the ship in the turning wake; it could be hypnotic. The watch sailor would be hunched against the corner of the bridge wing at night, keeping lookout and slyly smoking when the third mate was in the chart room. If a ship passed by close at night – close being within a couple of miles – Max would tell me to connect the Aldis lamp and engage in a Morse-code conversation. There were usually a lot of British ships in the South China Sea and we would often find ourselves conversing with ships of the P&O Line, Blue Funnel Line, Ben Line, China Navigation, Bank Line, Jardine Matherson and others. The Old Man usually came up to the bridge just before the watch commenced, to chat to the chief mate, see the watch was properly changed, study the chart and write up his night orders.

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