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我是一名商业船舶的导航官，海上工作了七年。这里有两件可能会引起你兴趣的事情。首先，商船服务中的晋升几乎完全依赖于能力。自我推销，比如一份完美的简历，几乎没有帮助。能力，比如在遇到落水者时采取行动，才更为重要。第二：在圣诞夜，一艘船发射了火箭降落伞信号弹。数百艘船都看到了这个信号。这是一个求救信号。每一艘看到信号的船都有义务报告。然而，无线电里却播放着圣诞颂歌。 —— 晚上11点。我在值班时听到窗帘后面有脚步声。一个高大、肩宽的身影走了出来。是T船长。海面空无一人，他上来只是想看看海。他告诉我，他和他的好朋友之间有个竞争，他们一起出海。两人同龄，但他的朋友是学院的优秀学生，而T船长的CGPA比他低了0.02。毕业时，他们各自打赌1万美元，看看谁能首先晋升为船长。他的朋友在29岁时成为了一名油轮船长，指挥着约10万总吨的油轮。T船长在30岁时也达到了这个职位，指挥着同样容量的气体油轮。大型船舶的晋升速度较慢，而气体油轮则遵循行业中最严格的安全法规。尽管如此，他承认自己输了。他的对手从所有与他共事的船长那里获得了推荐信。T船长评论道，这值得称赞。 29岁和30岁。我曾与年长十年的首席官一起航行，他们仍在为晋升而挣扎。 “海上工作很简单。真正影响晋升的只有一件事：尽可能提高自己的能力。” 我曾申请过其他航运公司。我花了几周的时间修改我的简历，优化到两页，结构清晰，可信度高。结果没有回复。一位同事进入了全球薪资最高的公司之一。我向他索要了他的简历。肯定比我的好。五页，模糊的头像照片，句子杂乱无章，读起来像是直接的谷歌翻译。写得很糟糕，但他的入职却花了一个月。一个区别是：他在公司大力招聘时申请的。他们急需人手来操作新建的船只。招聘人员只筛选简历以进行初步筛选。真正的评判发生在面试中。重要的是一件事：你能多好地完成你的工作。遇到落水者时你会怎么做？当船员出现致命情况时你会如何应对？上船的最安全方式是什么？海上工作是一个自我推销几乎没有用处的职业。签约日期并不是可以计划的。人们会根据替班人员的可用性进行尝试，但往往事情并不会如愿。圣诞节是你失去最多的时刻。水手们找到了庆祝错过时刻的方式。这个事件，我将其发生的地点和年份保密。发生的事情是真实的。 12月25日午夜。我正准备从桥上下来时，看到沿海岸绽放的烟花。调到16频道的VHF，无线电通常忙于船只报告位置，现在却播放着圣诞颂歌。使用16频道进行除紧急通信以外的任何活动都是违规的，但当数百艘船同时欢呼时，这种违规行为是无法追踪的。更为非法的是几分钟后发生的事情。一道明亮的红色烟雾冲向天空。是从一艘停泊的船上发射的火箭降落伞信号弹。烟火信号用于向遇险船只发出警告，看到信号的每艘船都必须将信息转发给海岸站，并可能改变航向去救援。更重要的是，这违反了国际海事法。信号弹之后，数十艘船在无线电上欢呼。一个声音至今让我难以忘怀： “这是我们的圣诞节！” VHF的声音比以往任何时候都更加喧闹，信号弹像普通的鞭炮一样发射。更多文章请访问：thenautology.substack.com

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I'm a navigation officer on commercial ships, seven years at sea. Two things here that might interest you.First, promotion in the merchant service runs almost entirely on competency. Self-marketing, like a perfect CV, barely helps. Competency, like taking action during man overboard, mattered far more.Second: on Christmas night, a ship fired a rocket parachute flare. Hundreds of ships saw it. That's a distress signal. Every vessel that sees one is obligated to report it. The radio played Christmas carols instead.—11pm. I was standing watch when I heard footsteps behind the curtains. A tall, broad-shouldered silhouette came out. Captain T. The sea was empty, and he had come up simply to look at it.He told me about a competition with his dear friend who, alongside him, took to the sea. Same age, but his friend was the academy's honor student, Captain T. second by 0.02 CGPA. Graduating, they each bet $10,000 on who would first reach Captaincy.His friend became an oil tanker Captain at 29, commanding some 100,000 GT. Captain T. attained his at 30, on gas tankers of the same capacity. Promotion is slower on larger carriers, and gas tankers carry the most stringent safety laws in the industry.Still, he admitted, he had lost. His rival had secured recommendation letters from all Masters he sailed with. Praiseworthy, remarked Captain T.29, and 30. I've sailed with Chief Officers ten years older, still struggling for promotion."Seafaring is straightforward work. There's really only one thing that truly mattered in gaining promotion: be as competent as you can be."I once applied to other shipping companies. I spent weeks tinkering with my CV, optimizing it until it was two pages, structurally readable, credible. No reply.A colleague had gotten into one of the highest paying companies in the world. I asked for his CV. Surely his was better than mine. Five pages, a grainy face picture, tangled sentences that read like a direct google translation. Poorly written, yet his employment took a month.One difference: he applied when the company heavily advertised vacancies. They desperately needed people to man their newbuilt ships. Recruiters screened CVs only to short-list. The real judgment happened in the interview.What mattered was one thing: how well could you perform your work. What's your action during a man overboard? Where do you divert when there's a fatal case for the crew? What's the safest way to board a ship? Seafaring is a vocation where self-marketing serves very little.Sign-off dates aren't something to be planned. One would try, depending on the reliever's availability, but more often than not things would not go as planned. Christmas is the one you lose most.Seamen found their own ways of celebrating missed moments. This event, I withhold its whereabouts and its year. What transpired was true.Midnight 25th December. I was about to go down from the Bridge when I saw fireworks spring forth along the coasts. The VHF, tuned to Channel 16, usually busy with ships calling in positions, now played Christmas carols. It is a violation to use Channel 16 for anything but emergency traffic, but such breaches were untraceable when hundreds of ships cheered at once.Even more illegal was what ensued minutes after. A bright red smoke shot to the sky. A rocket parachute flare, from one of the anchored ships. Pyrotechnics signal vessels in distress, and every ship seeing it must relay the message to the coast station, and potentially deviate course to rescue her. More than a violation, this broke international maritime law.Following the flare were cheers on the radio by tens of ships. One voice has stayed with me since:"This is our Christmas!"The VHF turned more wildly than ever, the flare fired like an ordinary firecracker.More essays: thenautology.substack.com

一艘船发射了求救信号，像烟花一样。船上有人说：这是我们的圣诞节。