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AfterwordI have been asked many times when %u201cthe book%u201d would be finished. My answer was always that it would be finished by the undertaker on the way to the crematorium! Of course this was a flippant reply as I had no real answer. Following some thought I have drawn a line at 31 December 2016. Why? I will explain.My life has been one on continuous change as you may have read. Ships and the maritime industry have followed me from the deck of a fishing boat off the Isle of Wight in 1952to walking out of the Hale Boggs Federal Court Complex, New Orleans in 2016. I dwelled in this great industry for fifty-four years, sailed on twenty-two fine ships, flew thousands of miles in helicopters to locations offshore and as an expert witness gained a British Airways Gold Card at no expense to me. Along the way I worked with hundreds, if not thousands, of bright, intelligent people. All my knowledge and confidence gained along the way culminated in the Deepwater Horizon trial in New Orleans. Here, I stood up,booted and spurred, proud to be a British Master Mariner%u2026. an %u201coil vet from Aberdeen%u201d as the New Orleans Times-Picayune reported. I was done. As I flew home on BA 224 seat 01 in the Spring of 2016, I knew I would not be back. I was 71 years old, tired from endless long-haul flights, the challenge of the witness box, and the brain was frazzled from absorbing over 2000 documents since 2010. It was time to drop the anchor and return home for good. It was over!But was it? I was privileged to be given the opportunity of the final adventure which I accepted with both hands. Now it was over for good!Janet was delighted and we enjoyed several holidays in a short time. After attending a family wedding in Mexico, it all came crashing down. In April 2017 Janet, totally out of the blue, was told she had lung cancer. The prognosis was not good and after a short struggle she passed away peacefully on 21 August in Cheltenham.What do you do? We had been together for thirty-sevenyears! When you are down, the only way is up and I went on to marry Sandra Anita Morgan in November of that year. This caused grave family strife from which we all have not recovered and believe we never will. My intent, should I dodge the grim reaper long enough, is to write a follow up narrative, Whitehead Tales. Only time will tell. I hope you have found at least some of the text interesting, if not, comments on a postcard. SeaDog,over and out!