In the early 70's i was on a product tanker loading in Klaipeda. Some of the lads had gone ashore to the mission on a bus organised by the mission. There was a midnight curfew so the bus brought them back around 23:30 and the guard at the bottom of the gangway was being very strict and slow checking all the lads coming back on board against there shore passes and discharge books (they had had to leave them with the guard when they went ashore). It was taking that long that by the time the last guy (3rd Eng.) got to the guard there was not enough time for the guard to check him out before midnight so the quard refused to allow him on board. The third. having imbibed to some extent of the local vodka, started arguing with the guard. Big mistake as the guard had a very nasty looking rifle which he pointed at the third. Seeing this from the deck I thought it would be a good idea to go down and sort things out. Again Big mistake. Half way down the gangway the guard turns round, cocks his rifle and aims it at me!!. Hasty retreat by yours truly.
The third spent the two or more hours in a open shelter freezing his knackers off whilst we the skipper got hold of the agent, who by the way was an absolute stunner with a the most fantastic fur coat, to come down and sort things out.
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