So that's what happened. She filled full of water and rolled, and the people all went into the water, the poor women and children, all of them. It was dark. There was one woman alongside me, I could see her with a baby.

I don't know how many times she rolled over. When she finished rolling, there were just a few of us left in her. And when we were picked up there were only the four of us.

I stayed with it, lucky enough. I got knocked clear of her once, but not for long. I couldn't swim, but I propelled myself alongside of her again. She was rolling back and forth, face up and bottom up. There was a lot of wind, boy, that morning. A lot of wind.

Our second cook was one of the survivors. And I know one of the fellas belonged to Neils Harbour, Jack Hatcher. He was another one that survived it. The other fella was American, I think.

I knew all the crewmembers. They were all from Port aux Basques, pretty well. Israel Barrett was in the watch with me. He went to call the new watch, and he wasn't gone five minutes before Bang!

I figured that he never survived. He would be back in the galley, boiling the kettle for the crew coming on. I figured that on his way back he was handy to where the torpedo struck her.

Our escort, the Grandmere, took us aboard. They looked after us. They gave us dry clothing and everything we needed. They took us to Sydney where we stayed that night, and the next day we returned on the S.S. Burgeo.

Luck was with Jack Dominie in the years ahead. He served on two other Gulf ferries, the William Carson, and the Patrick Morris. These two also sank, but Jack was not on either of them at the time!

[I am sad to report that since I interviewed Jack Dominie in 1998, he has since passed away. - G. Cranford]