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The Memoirs of Captain Silas E. Parks


By Ieuan Dolby

Captain Silasin Kaohsiung, 1983 (or was that 73?)

Captain Silas E. Parks in Kaohsiung, 1983 (or maybe 1973)

Silas So far ..........

Silas Parks and the Pirate Attack

Silas Parks Goes to Papau New Guinea

Silas Parks Goes Bump in the Night

Silas Parks in Batam

Silas Parks and the Christmas Speech

Silas Parks and the Incredible Fart

Silas Parks and the Old Tin Can

Joe Larkin talks about Silas

Silas Parks Runs Dry

Silas Parks and the Royal Australian Navy

Betty Parks talks about Silas

Silas Parks and the Angry Cook


My name is Captain Silas E. Parks, at sea for for 50yrs if a day and soon to retire. I am writing these as they come to me, my memoirs, to give to the world the truth about what has occured during my life. It has been a long career at sea and during these last trips before old age sneaks up I would like to be released from the guilt that has consumed me, be exonerated from certain crimes for which I was wrongly accused and to be let slip from the clutches of the wrong impressions held by my peers and old superiors alike.

By putting down on paper I want to set records straight: my aim through fact not fiction is to change what many perceived was total ineptness on my part, to prove that the amounts of alcohol that I sometimes consumed was necessary for survival and that I never meant to harm those that I did as I navigated my career from Cadet to Captain.

These stories maybe slightly jumbled and out of sequence as I write down the thoughts as they come to me, they might be badly worded and seem to be the ramblings of an over-the-hill seafarer with two screws loose and pickled in gin; and they may seem to be exagerated beyond belief but I make no claim to literary heights and I have no wish to make profits from the sale of these works. I simply want to retire gracefully and with the knowledge that the world knows the truth: that Captain Silas Parks was not responsible for many of the disastrous situations that followed his career and that he was not so damned useless after all.







I dedicate the finished works to my ex-Wife who left me for a travelling salesman. I forgive you......