Where were you when the Titanic sunk?
Well, I wasn’t even a twinkle in my father’s eye, but hopefully we were both twinkles in my grandfather’s eye. And we know pretty well where he was!
Francis St George Wise was born in 1875, the son of a West Country doctor. Shunning the medical profession, at the age of 16 he was a cadet in the Navy on HMS Conway, eventually earning his Master Mariner (Captain) certificate.
Much of his training and early career was under sail, but the steamship was making hefty inroads into merchant shipping. Many of these small merchant steamers became the Cinderellas of international trade, circumnavigating the globe to deliver valuable goods across the continents.
And so it was in 1912 he was working for the Indra Line, based in Liverpool. His particular charge in April 1912 was the SS Indravelli, a modest 400 ft, 15 year old steam cargo vessel, with a maximum speed of a mere 11 knots.
On 10th April 1912, the Indravelli broke moorings at New York at 6.45pm to set sail to Gibraltar. It was 9.31pm when she had been guided out by the pilot, and faced the open sea under full steam. The weather over the next few days was reported as clear and fine, sea was smooth until 13th April, when it was recorded as moderate. Progress was only slowed by nearly 3 and a half hours of stopped engines over a couple of days ‘for eng. purposes’.
Her log shows her heading east at the same latitude until 23rd April, when she changed course toward the south.
Allowing for time correction, her position was taken at 12 noon each day. On 14th April, this was deduced by dead reckoning, but there is no reason to doubt the accuracy of this.
Simple interpolation gives her position at 40.19N 56.75W at midnight (30 minutes after Titanic struck the iceberg). This is a reasonable assumption given the stability of the weather, and no incidents recorded in the log. Titanic was sinking at 41.46N 50.14W, putting my grandfather and his ship 311 nautical miles away.
Unfortunately, I can find no record of his aged workhorse being retrofitted with wireless telegraphy, so despite the best efforts of the wireless officers on the Titanic, he would have been deaf to their appeals. Even if he had heard them, sadly with a maximum speed of 11 knots (but an average of 8.2) he could have done little to help.
Maybe if the pilot had expedited the departure, or ‘eng. purposes’ hadn’t delayed progress. But ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’ are just that.
So near, yet so far.
RIP




