Four hours later.
Four hours later we were about 40 miles out, and at this point we were further from land than we would be at any stage on this trip. So if anything bad was going to happen, this really was the most inconvenient time that it could happen.
By this point we had all had lunch, and i was infact just coming out from having a nice shower when i had my first concerns regarding the tow - "was she slightly lower in the water?" - or was it just my imagination? The skipper at this time was comfortably tucked up in his bunk below deck, so i asked the crewman on watch to have a look through the binoculars, he was not sure because of a small bow wave covering the painted line. So i knocked the power off and and looked again. White line?, what white line?, no sign of it at all. How dull. Time to send our trusty crewman back to investigate. So we launched the rescue boat and sent him back to have a look. At this point i was not overly concerned, we have towed a few old wooden boats that have started to take on a small amount of water once exposed to the movement of the sea again. They could have sat for months in port with no problem, but when at sea it can be a different matter.
But the message we got back on the VHF was not good. Said crewman had stuck his head down into the forward hold and found much to his surprise, about 3 foot of water - 3 foot of water where there had been only 2 inches a few hours ago. That's a lot of water. Bugger. We told the crewman to stay put whilst we shortened the tow and came alongside ourselves. By the time we were alongside the water had risen another few inches. Not good! We have a four inch salvage pump onboard, so i craned that over and soon we were pumping the water out at a very fast rate. I even chucked over a couple of smaller submersible pumps for good measure. Sadly, we realised straight away we fighting a losing battle, the water was still rising in the forward hold. The engine room and other spaces were dry, so obviously the leak was in the actual hold itself. That alone told us there was a major problem, for that amount of water to be entering just one space that quickly, we knew she must have sprung a plank or something similar.
We were already in contact with the coast guard, keeping them updated. They asked if we would like a search and rescue helicopter sent out with another pump or two. We asked what size pumps, i cannot remember the reply, but we knew it would be a waste of time. So we thanked the coastguard, but declined the offer. By this time she was getting very low in the water. The water in the hold was now half way up the bulkheads, and we knew the bulkhead between that compartment and the next had been breached when the refrigeration equipment had been removed. Probably no more than 1/2 had passed since we had dropped back alongside her, and already the water was approaching the breaches in the bulkheads.
The owner was obviously somewhat shocked at what was happening, but in a way we were glad he was onboard with us so that he could see for himself that we were doing all we could. If this had happened an hour or two either side of our current position, we may have had a chance at beaching her somewhere, but we were 30 miles away from the nearest land - that being Lundy island. Not a chance of making it.
By this time our trusty crewman was getting a tad concerned, the old boat was making some loud creaking sounds. Time to evacuate and cut her loose. But not before i craned back our salvage pump - said crewman on fishing boat was moaning something about it being ok for us, we were not the one's standing on a sinking boat. Very true, but he was wearing a new life jacket, so i told him to stop moaning and hurry up and connect the salvage pump to the hook of my crane. He even moaned when i told him he now had to stay where he was for a minute so he could let go the lines, i don't know, just can't get the staff these days!.gif)
So with said crewman safely back onboard, we sadly let go the final line to the fishing boat. In all seriousness we were all stunned and somewhat shocked at what was happening. We pulled away a safe distance and waited for the inevitable to happen. We did not have to wait long.
I had a camera with me, so i took some photos of her last moments. Unfortunately even that turned out to be harder than i thought. I did not have a memory card in the camera, and had very little space left on the internal memory, so all i could do was turn the camera down to it's lowest setting - hence the small size of some of the following pictures.
We had just let her go.

A sad sight.

Your charts, your radar, your eyes and ears - if all 4 agree, you may proceed with caution.