Langseth limericks

As we approach the end of the cruise, I think this calls for a round of salty Langseth limericks.  It helps if you imagine a round of hearty “Aye, matey!”  and “Arr!” and such between each verse.

There once was the Langseth, a ship

Over wave and trough did she skip.

Many instruments aboard

To always record

Depth, gravity, mag – every blip.

There once was the Langseth, a vessel

Where in their bunks scientists nestled.

‘Til called to their shifts

Their heads they must lift

For with errors and logs they must wrestle.

There once was the Langseth, a boat

On her airguns the crew they would dote.

Oft while in a turn

Guns were brought up astern

To ensure best acoustical note.

There once was the Langseth, seacraft.

Where we launched XBTs down a shaft.

With each probe descent

To the lab data went

So that temperature-depth could be graphed.

There once was the Langseth, a fine tub!

Where the galley crew made us good grub.

But when seas ran high

Up in knots stomachs tied

And to keep the food down, there’s the rub.

There once was the Langseth, fair barge.

To collect seismic data her charge.

Streamer 8-km long

And four gun strings strong

She’s the fleet’s seismic dreadnaught at large!

-Tanya Blacic, aboard the R/V Marcus. G. Langseth