Don’t Touch that Rope

The ticket seller at the Polly Woodside Tall Ship at Melbourne’s South Wharf looked at a large card that he was about to hand me.  “Looks like you’re an Able Bodied Seaman,” he said, passing it over.  It was a Certificate of Competency and it said that I was Theodore Slosky, a 31-year-old able bodied seaman with a broken nose, who was born in Bohemia.  Assigning visitors an identity seems to be the new rage amongst museums.  Or maybe it’s an old rage that I rarely came across.

“Oh good,” I replied.  “What I’ve always wanted to be – an Able Bodied Seaman.”

He looked at me reprovingly.  “I would hope that you have more ambition than that.”

Well, I don’t.

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The Polly Woodside, launched in Belfast, Ireland in 1885, was a three-masted barque that operated, during various periods of her life, as a cargo vessel, a military refueling vessel and a coal lighter.  Named after the wife of the first owner, she was the last square-rigged, commercial ship still sailing when she was sold to the National Trust of Australia in 1968, for one cent, to be restored as a museum.  She opened to the public in 1978.

I passed through a small museum (few original artifacts and many more interactive exhibits for children) and a short film (a very good one based on the 1904 diary of ship’s carpenter George Andrews) before heading outside to the ship.

The ship is accessible only via tour and it, too, is kid-centric.   Children are encouraged to find and count the mice hidden all over the ship.  Have the correct number at the end and the child gets a prize.  (“So she doesn’t get anything?!” exclaimed a mother incredulously when told that her precious was two off the count.)

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We were told that cabin boys – aged 9 or 10 when they first sign on – are the lowest on the ship totem pole.  Then the children on the tour are given push brooms and buckets of water and taught to scrub the deck.  That turned out to be one of the better cabin boy jobs.

When we got to the head, the guide pulled a long rope out of the toilet and asked a teenaged girl to hold its drooping center.  “What do you suppose this is for?” he asked us.

No one even tried to guess.

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“It’s to wipe yourself with,” he said.  On cue, the girl dropped the rope.  “It was the cabin boys’ job to wash it at the end of every day, for reuse.”  The take-away: don’t pick up bits of old rope off the beach.  It could be naval toilet paper.

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5 Responses to Don’t Touch that Rope

  1. Map of Time says:

    Oh no! He didn’t! The guide would so be picking his teeth up off the deck had the tourist been me. 😉 Well maybe after I ran away squealing and upchucking over the side. But on a serious note, I take it to the rope hasn’t been in use, at least not in that way?

  2. Ewww… Seems like a pretty interesting tour, even if geared towards kinds. Good to know that you always wanted to be an able bodied seaman! But you didn’t mention about always wanting to be Bohemian! I’m part Bohemian, so I know how cool it is… 🙂

  3. Kathie Shattuck says:

    Learn something new every day – Whether you want to or not!! Makes the Roman use of a sea sponge on a stick seems positively luxurious.

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