For Captain Esteban Hernández, who is still alive It was a holy act.
“I thank God for the wave he sent me; spit me in the seathat’s what saved me,” he said. Millennium captain Loveas was known in the ports of Acapulco during the decade he spent on the tuna boats, one of the hardest jobs in that union.
Hernández Echeverría is one of the few that survived and was at sea when the typhoon hit Otis It hit the port of Acapulco in all its fury.
That night, the captain recalled, he was on the yacht Molochoone of the three he had done after a lifetime of work, and even though he knew Otis, he had no idea how powerful it would be.
“This storm really surprised us,” admitted Esteban Hernández, 56 years old.
Sitting in a chair, where he was recovering for a few days at his daughter-in-law’s house in a modest house in Acapulco, the captain loved He said he realized that it was too late for the typhoon to reach category 5, so he only had time to put on two life jackets and wait.
“In the middle of the night, there was complete destruction; you couldn’t see anything; you could only hear the roar of the storm,” he recalled.
“Two big waves crashed and the boat sank, and that’s why I had to jump into the water with strength to avoid sinking with the boat,” he added.
According to Captain Hernández, at that moment he heard how they ask for help of other boats destroyed by Otis.
“When the wind carried me, I heard them shouting at me, ‘Help! Help!’, but I can’t see anywhere. “My vision is hurting,” he said while showing the tears still in his eyes.
Without a shirt to see the injuries caused by the storm, Esteban Hernández assured that within an hour, great waves dragged him of water from one side to the other.
“I swallowed salt water with garbage in it; I came out with garbage in my ears,” he said.
At that time, the captain must avoid all “missiles” that became of the fragments of the wrecked boats.
“Things you can’t lift with your hands, flying here and there, thank God no one hit me,” he thanked.
So, the miracle came.
“When I gave up, I had no energy. I felt like I was falling on branches and debris. I grabbed it and said, ‘Oh wow! What am I going to do here?’ I could see the angry sea behind me continuing to do this: I was thrown into the sea, I was thrown into the harbor; if the wave had not taken me, I would have been buried among all the debris,” he guaranteed.
But at that time, the journey of the captain, who dedicated 46 years of his life to the sea, was not over.
“I’m crawling like a wounded iguana.” the distance between the rubbles is about 25 meters—fallenpalm trees, glass… until I reached the location of the elements that helped me, and when they grabbed my arms, I fainted, but I spent about 20 minutes shouting: ‘Help! Help!’ In a a disaster,, no one will listen to you.
Grateful because he was born again, Captain Hernández is now asking for help for his health and to recover his life’s work: the boats.
“My good respect for the sea; you must love it; you must treat it well because if it helps you, it can also take your life.”