Irene Fire

Irene was launched on the 29th May 1907.  She was the final creation of Carvers of Bridgwater, and was bought by Symons, local brick and tile manufacturers. 

 

29th May 2003 was her 96th birthday.  She lay, fire-ravaged, at the bottom of Marigot Bay, St. Maarten, West Indies.  In the 96 years of her life, Irene has become known and indeed loved by many thousands of people.  For the last 5 years she has again attempted to be commercial by being a Charter Yacht for Caribbean clients.  On the night of the 22nd, a fire started aft, presumed engine room but might have been Master Cabin or the “smokers gallery” at the stern – we will probably never know.  A French fire vessel attended her, but the general view was that their job was poorly done.  When they backed off, the fire rapidly consumed the whole vessel, masts, rigging, deck, deck beams, frames, inner planking – the fire raged for 8 hours before Irene sank. 

 

She is, in insurance terms, a total constructional loss, and the insurance company had negotiated with a local surveyor and local salvage company to tow the wreck to the shore and attack her with a JCB.  Bits would then be carried away in dumper trucks to be discarded unceremoniously in some landfill site.

 

While accepting that that was clearly economically the correct course, there did seem other considerations that required scrutiny.  Irene played an important part in British maritime history.  For 40 years she was the last West Country coasting ketch still sailing, but now it may look as if Bessie Ellen has taken over this mantle.  Irene was part of our family, and I personally have been chained to her, body soul and wallet, since 1965. 

 

We flew out to St. Martins, obtained as much story as we could from the crew, neighbouring vessels, talked with the salvor team to explore alternatives, bought some diving gear and explored the wreck.  The old girl had been eviscerated.  Quite a lot of the planking looked intact from the outside, but in some cases it had burned right through to the paint.  Most of the inner ceiling had gone, and the ribs.  The lower deck was almost entirely unscathed.  Whether this was because the fire simply raged higher, or whether it was under water for most of the conflagration, the lower deck and everything below it was perfectly sound.  Irene had been coppered the summer before.  The copper reached some 6 inches above the waterline.  The charred timber was all there, and strong enough to provide backing for the copper, which proved in fact to be watertight.

 

We made a decision to re-float her to take the opportunity to examine her in more detail and determine whether it was feasible or plain lunatic to attempt to rebuild.  We brought up an intact bottle of champagne, ignored the slight taste of diesel, and drank to Irene’s future.  The salvors were very efficient.  Between us we removed the two Gardner engines, tons of ballast and a host of debris ranging from intact T-shirts to rope under the fo’csle sole and bottles of booze protected in lockers at sole level.  Heavy objects like anchor, anchor chain and windlass were all removed from her belly, the prize possession of the ship’s bell discovered under the ash.  What was left of the spars were towed away, and with the hull almost empty of heavy gear, the salvors put airbags under the hull and brought out the crane-barge.  Two straps on spreaders, and a very slow and steady lift brought Irene to the surface, but before we could get the first pump into action one sling broke, and Irene once more slid to the bottom of the bay.  We had learned however, that the system worked, and two new slings the following morning raised her once more to the same point, three heavy pumps removed several thousand gallons of seawater, and she floated some three feet higher than her previous waterline – an indication that she had lost 130 of her 190 tons.

 

There was a little ingress from unsealed skin fittings, but a small pump kept that at bay while she was carefully towed into the lagoon to safe calm waters, and a secure mooring alongside a tug.

 

The decision to rebuild was already made.  The question was – where.  We explored the yards in St. Martins, also the dry dock in St. Vincents, a slipway in Venezuela was a real option.  She could be put on a barge and towed up to Chesapeake Bay, but in the end we decided to bring her home to Cornwall.  To our surprise, this proved to be the most difficult part of the exercise.  It seemed the freighters didn’t want a burnt-out hulk on their foredeck, and yacht transporters obviously felt our lump of charcoal demeaned their pristine super-yachts.  We even looked seriously at the concept of tacking her together with plywood and putting a similar bit of deck over her, covering with tarpaulin, and towing her across the Atlantic.  Feasible, but risky – watch this space.

Leslie Morrish

Owner of Irene  

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