When the weather was calm, sometimes Jack and I watched the sun setting over the Gulf Stream. Sitting in the beach chairs, under the palm trees, relaxing after a hard day’s work. Between the beach chairs he had a coffee table. A very special coffee table, one of Jack’s pride.
I would trade a few of my secrets for such a table.
Jack built it himself out of recycled parts of shipwrecks. The four legs were made out of deadeye straps. The top was a heavy slab of slate. The slate was of a greyish, purplish color, a bit worn from the sea.
“Got this one from the Slate Wreck from up there”, pointing to the North. “The deadeye straps from right off the beach, down there. Welded it myself. The cleaning was the biggest job. After knocking off the concretion, I stuck it in a plastic barrel full of fresh water and some drain cleaner, and hooked a battery to it. Once a week I changed the water and brushed the iron with a soft steel brush. Always lengthwise to bring out the layers of wrought iron. You see here, how the blacksmith folded the iron layer on layer, hammered it and then melded it again in the furnace with sand over it. Looks like fibers. Well, the brushing brought that out. Then I dipped it in tannic acid to make it black. Brushed over the top again. More tannic acid and then clear varnish to protect it from the sea air.
The top is a slab of slate that was destined to become a part of a billiard table. There are a lot of these things scattered over a mile towards the East South East, from where the ship went over the shoal. “
As I said, Jack was proud of his table.