Job wrote:Anatomist wrote:Øyvind washes his face with wather grabs Starweathers cognac and drinks a mouthful, humidifies his handkerchief and goes down the hatch again 'the hose' 'i must place it in the right place!' and with that he is gone out of sight.
Øyvind arrives at the bottom of the ladder and, unfortunately, the pleasant aroma of Starkweather's alcoholic beverage that saturates his mask is quickly overpowered by the acrid ammonia gas; his suffering begins anew. Øyvind does his best to ignore the effects and immediately lifts and begins hauling the hose towards the entrance of the refrigerated hold.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Øyvind drags the end of the coiled hose across the tweendeck, past the aeroplane, into the reefer unit and--deciding that the back of that chamber is better for the airflow--he pulls it to the far end of that compartment, past all of the hanging slabs of meat and past cases and cases of food that are all now covered with a film of liquid ammonia. And nearer to the refrigeration equipment.
Once there, he tests the hose, feeling for any air flow through it, and places his ear to the open end to listen--and
does notice that there appears to be a moderate flow of air that is being pushed through from the main deck.
A success!
From his location at the back of the reefer hold,
Øyvind can hear the hard-running chugging of the refrigeration engine and also the hissing of the broken pipe that Starkweather mentioned. Øyvind can tell that he is very close to that broken equipment, but he also knows that he may be near his physical limits. When he was hauling the hose over here, the effort had caused his respiration and heartrate to increase--not a good thing in the middle of a chamber full of ammonia gas; he was dizzy and could feel the stirrings of a major headache, his lungs and eyes and nostrils were burning and his stomach was starting cramp with nausea.
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Job. (the tortured one)