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dreamsinthefoxhollow · 5 years

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Dream - Mining Disaster 3000

I was deep in the first set of tunnels and was coughing up a storm of obscenities to those who had sent us down there. The miners and I had stumbled on some infestation of what could only be described as zombies; shambling creatures resembling humans but with odd proportions and no love of us. We had fought our way out of the lower tunnels with anything and everything we could use as a weapon. It was difficult, but thanks to the modern mining gear we carried most of us made it out.

We came to the entrance to the tunnels. With the outside sunlight gleaming through the entrance it was easier to see everything around us. The tunnels were machine-carved in a flat-bottomed, arced ceiling way, with rows of equipment stacked neatly in large bins to each side, and a few machine-carved bollards at even intervals. The rocky material was blackened and dark, but patches of the natural earthy tones were visible in places.

Then we were out and into the administration area. It was a transition from tunnel to a small industrial building in white, with steel staircases. I marched right up to the head office without taking off any of my gear, which made my entrance through the normal sized door a little silly as I banged and rattled against the frame.

We were all yelling. I was yelling about the things in the lower tunnels. The only other miner who came out with me was yelling from the building floor about all the shit we had to go through, and the admin was yelling about something that seemed more important than the dead miners we had left behind.

Then things really got shook up.

The building shook. Dust and furniture rattled loose from the walls. All the arguing suddenly stopped and we just stared at random walls or floor or ceiling, trying to comprehend what just happened. That was a detonation of something really big someplace nearby.

I pushed through the admin office to the outer door and sort of broke/pushed it open. It was sunny and we were deep in the mountains. There was a dirt parking area with a long gravel road winding away. We were pretty high up so most of the mountain range was visible, at least on this side of the mountain.

A chunk of the mountain nearby lifted up and shredded into pieces, and a moment later the deep rumbling and shaking hit us again. It wasn't a small chunk. It must have been a square kilometer, or perhaps a cubic kilometer since so much was lifted up. The trees looked like tiny dots all over it just before it turned into random jumbles of broken forest and rock.

Another, slightly smaller, piece of mountain did the same thing, this one right beside the building. I was showered with dirt and leaves and bits of bark and rocks. I didn't know what exactly was happening but I knew if I didn't get moving there was a good chance that one of those sudden upheavals was going to be where I was standing.

I vaulted down the outer staircase, a good 15m distance, to the lot below, just as the tunnel entrance, the admin building, and part of the mountain behind me burst up and came crashing down in pieces. I ran up the roadway as far as I could. Every few seconds there was a heavy rumble. The air was heavy with dust. I could see an occasional glimpse of the mountainside peeling away at random. But I hit a dead end. Or rather, a chasm. That part of the mountain had already been demolished. Then the ground under me shook and lifted up.

I still didn't know what was happening. Earthquakes didn't strike small spots at a time. A volcano bursting up from below? It could be. That meant lava. I hadn't seen any flaming anything .... Scratch that. As I was clinging to the ground that was moving upward, I noticed a streak of something pass overhead. More than one, in a cluster. Like meteors entering the atmosphere and burning up. The ground started to break up under me and a red haze filled the air around me. Yeah. Lava. There was nothing I could do. I was about to fall into a pit of lava.

At least it would be a quick death.

Everything hurt as I slid down the gravel and rock waterfall and I landed in a rocky, eroded valley just to the side of the main rockfall of debris. I was covered with red clay dirt, and the air was thick with a red dusty haze. That was pretty incredible luck, all around. I had been at one tip of the mountain chunk that had been torn apart, and had tumbled sideways when it broke up, and landed just outside of the pile, which would have certainly crushed me if I had been in the middle.

Also, it wasn't lava.

I hastily slid down the valley, or gulch, or crevice, whatever it was. It was barren and mostly red dirt and eroded rocks. Overhead I could still see more of those things streaking down from the sky. The ground still rumbled every few seconds. Now it actually did all make sense, but I didn't know the reason this was happening. I held that thought as I tumbled out of the crevice and into a washout. I was near the bottom of the far side of the mountain range, in one of the valleys. I must have been five or six kilometers from where the admin building was. I sat against a boulder and caught my breath. The things falling down were at a low angle and I was protected here. I had the entire mountain between myself and where they were landing, based on that angle. The rumbling became further apart in time, then stopped.

Yeah. It was exactly what it seemed, then. Someone had decided to do an orbital bombardment.

I closed my eyes and rested against the boulder. I remembered, or was I imagining? I could see huge spacecraft in high orbit. Things shaped like cylinders with all manner of projections sticking out of them. Shadowy things. Dozens of them. Things that large were military. And there were some support ships around them. Dropships. I was sitting in one, red lighting setting a hellish mood, staring at some pilot who was grinning like a madman.

I opened my eyes. Whose military was doing this? Were they targeting the mine? Was it just caught in the collateral damage of something bigger? Why did they stop?

I achingly got back up. I took a moment to give an industrial prayer, thankful I had been wearing the mining gear, else I would be mulch under a pile of dirt someplace. As far as "mining gear" went my outfit was probably overkill, and would have made Tony Stark proud. It was a close-fitting hard shell of a suit with a small degree of powered assist, made for wielding heavy mining equipment in tight confines, hardened to take abuse and survive minor rockfalls. It was a self-contained armored suit made to keep a wearer alive even if buried, and to help keep away fatigue in use. It was also beat-up right now and covered in red grit. It was still working, though.

I hadn't been to this area of the mountain, but I remember hearing about it. Rumor was there were some old ruins here and some mines that had been abandoned due to instability. I walked along the wash and it opened up to a large section of the valley. There were trees and I found an old, unused roadway. I followed it for a few minutes. Aside from my breathing and stomping footsteps, it was quiet. No rumbles, no streaks of flaming death above. Also, no real birds or things. Must have been scared off by all the quaking.

I came up to a ruin. It was different than I had thought it would be. It was probably a circular building at one time, but had been sliced down the center and opened up. There was still a central tower inside the thing. It was all damaged and looked to be made from reinforced concrete. Maybe some kind of pre-fab thing? I touched a wall. Nah. This was military-grade stuff. This was built by someone, recently. Not too recently, maybe within the last 100 years or so, maybe abandoned within the last 50 years. It was in rough shape but still standing. From above it was like looking at the following: ( o ) ... with me standing at the lower part looking in to the central tower, flanked by curved walls that had openings broken out of them.

I noticed an active transmitter embedded in the central tower at about eye-level. There was a flashing beacon, the old style that was embedded in materials, faintly flashing in a hazy blue. I brushed dirt off a sleeve of my suit and pried open a dented cover to reveal a transmitter/receiver. I knew the frequency these old beacons used, and tapped that in to the keypad on my sleeve. The computer in the suit set about decoding the weak signal. It would take a few seconds.

I walked around the curve of the inner tower. It was maybe 20m tall and tapered just a little inward at the top, and maybe 20m diameter at the base. The encircling walls were maybe 100m diameter ... They were pretty far out from the central tower, but not as tall. I noticed a lot of carvings on the inner part of the walls and some on the base of the tower. Maybe someone decided to try hacking away at the walls with some heavy saws. There were a lot of marks, actually, and they seemed to be arranged in groups. Wait. Could these be claw marks?

The suit beeped in my ear. It sounded odd. Like a beep mixed with some kind of radio interference like a low hum. The message was brief and in a woman's voice.

"Stay away from the facility. Danger. Quarantine order number ...."

I didn't hear what was said because another low hum came through, but this time I realized it wasn't part of the message. It was something on the other side of the tower. I toggled a quick area map, made in real-time from the mining suit's tunnel sensors. There was a tunnel entrance on the other side of the tower, not just another break in the wall. It was an armored entrance made from the same materials as the walls and tower, and had a massive door on it. The sensors showed the door was partly open and the tunnel extended deep into the valley wall.

That was also where the humming noise was coming from. But it wasn't really a hum. It was more of a howl. A deep, low howl. There was more than one.

I backed away and hiked back up the old road in the other direction. Whatever was making that noise was big and I didn't want to tangle with any wildlife, even if I had no idea what it might have been. On the plus side, the sounds faded as I walked away, so I wasn't being followed. It must have been a vocal warning from whatever was there. Stay away, indeed.

I heard the unmistakable sound of aircraft engines close overhead. They were going across at a slow pace. I rested a moment in the trees and listened to them. They faded, changed pitch, then intensified briefly before fading away. That was good. They weren't circling the area so they probably weren’t looking for me, and they landed someplace fairly close. I could probably walk there within a few minutes. Perhaps I could get a ride out of this place if I could find them before they got airborne again.

I walked in the general direction of where the sound had stopped at, taking note that it was also the same direction as a side road off the road I had been on. Neither seemed like they had been used in a few decades. It followed a cliffside and led to another valley area. There were the aircraft. They had landed in a gravel clearing that looked to have been recently re-cleared. Actually, they were dropships, clad in armor plates and painted a stealthy black to blend in with the darker areas of off-world space. I also didn't recognize their design beyond their general layout. I didn't even see any kind of identification on them.

I hunkered down and let the suit do another map update. It was messy. It was made for use inside tunnels, to map unseen traps and hazards and faults in the surroundings, not to check open spaces like valley clearings. I could just make out that there was a bunker of some sort just out of sight on the cliff face. But there was also what looked like another opening closer to me, but the garbled information didn't show what was there. It looked like it had something blocking it but was giving echoes from further inside.

I crept around the base of the cliff, just out of sight of the dropships, and found there was indeed a cavern there. A natural one, it seemed. But a few steps in revealed a heavy armored wall had been put up. There were some slots in the wall for airflow, anchor points, and a couple of small openings for attachments. I peered in one of the openings, not much bigger than a gloved fingertip. There were lights set up in there, and some equipment. It looked like that area was being used for storage. There was movement.

Someone in a military hardsuit slowly paced into the room, looked in, then turned and looked back into some hallway deeper into the tunnels. That suit was black, had armored panels everywhere, and had a helmet that would have made Darth Vader proud. They were carrying a rifle as if expecting trouble, but relaxed enough to not be pointing it at anything. I didn't recognize any of that uniform beyond it being a standard military hardsuit, basically an armored version of my own mining gear. It wasn't the heaviest military hardware, and that rifle wasn't the biggest you could use with it. That one must have just been a grunt on guard duty. They moved back out of sight and I stepped back from the wall.

No insignias. No identification. If they had transponders it wasn't a signal my mining suit could pick up - it would have automatically detected an identification signal from any of the standard military unless they were under stealth orders, which was extremely rare. These guys were military. These guys weren't from the military that was normally supposed to be in this area. Invasion? Orbital bombardment for ... what reason? I didn't trust these guys at all. There was no way I was just going to walk right over with waving arms and beg for a rescue. It might end with me being a pile of smoking chunky salsa.

I crept back around the cliff, the same way I had come in from. The sun was on the downward arc. I would be night in a few hours. I had plenty of light left. It was time to take a hike and see if one of these old roads actually led out.

It only took about half an hour of walking before I ended up on the far side of the same military landing area. I silently cursed whoever made those old roads for putting me into that position. This time, though I was in a better shielded area with more cliffs. I had also noticed a larger cliffside just beyond the clearing where the dropships were at. That one led down into a deep valley.

I tried to get another map done, but it was just as messy as the last time. I couldn't tell much more from the map than what I could see. There were a pair of guards in lighter armor lounging outside the bunker entrance, which looked like a standard machine-carved cave in the cliffside. Beyond that all I could see were lights inside the tunnel and the craft in the lot.

But then I heard aircraft engines. So did the guards. While I flattened myself down behind some rocks, I caught a glimpse of them jumping up and brandishing light rifles. They obviously were not expecting visitors.

I slithered back to a better hiding spot as the engine sound grew louder. Three familiar craft passed overhead at a blistering pace. They were white with red markings, looking like some kind of fanciful arrowheads with engines. They banked hard out of sight then were back in a second, hovering noisily overhead and pelting the dropships with heavy weapon-fire. Those ships, even with all their armor plating, were chewed up pretty fast. Some of the fire focused on the tunnel entrance, just a brief notice to anyone inside that they weren't allowed out.

Then I was noticed.

One of the craft spun around to face my direction and sent a short burst of fire my way. It was probably my fault. I had tried to back away from the scene, and was probably noticed immediately because of the movement. Thankfully I was in the middle of jumping behind some large part of the cliff and only the rocks around me were pulverized instead of me.

I ran along the cliffside as two of the craft split off behind me and circled overhead. They didn't shoot. I fell. It was a long fall. I had misjudged how close I was to that other, larger cliff and went right off the edge. I careened down the steep cliffside, trying to steady myself amidst the rockslide I had created. I slowed to a stop above a steeper part of the cliff. It was only a few meters above a flat valley floor and there were some large boulders sticking out from the cliffside that I had landed on. While the dirt and dust showered down around me, I noticed all three craft came over the cliffside and were banking around to get me in their sights. I jumped. I landed inside the nook of a larger boulder outcropping several meters up from the valley floor. Dirt poured in on top of me and around me. There was only a narrow gap where one of the craft might be able to fire in through, but I was certain I wasn't able to be seen at all.

The craft circled the cliff area. One was low in the valley and I could see it was inspecting the pile of rockfall that had gotten to the floor. The other two were circling around the rockslide area on the cliff. These craft were also military. Irecognized them. They were out-system military, though. Those colors were not local. I just stayed put, mostly buried in gravel and dirt, waiting. They couldn't hover out there for too long, as it was a strain on their fuel supply. They would have to break off. The problem was would they leave before or after calling in the position for a ground squad to investigate.

They left rather quickly. I heard more weapons firing from the plateau above. I guessed the other military guys had decided to make a stand, or something else was going on.

I wiggled myself free from the hole I was buried in, once again thankful for the mining gear I was wearing. I fell/slid/dropped the last few meters onto the pile of gravel below, then hiked along the valley floor at a fast pace. I made it to some natural caverns and stopped to catch my breath. Outside, back from where I had come, I could hear the weapons had stopped and the craft had either left the area or had landed someplace. I waited. The sun was starting to go down and the valley was starting to drop into dusk shadows.

There was a deep, rumbling howl behind me.

I turned and was faced with natural cavern darkness. Nothing moved. I toggled my helmet for a map and enhanced vision, but the mapping gear had been damaged – probably when I was on the way down the cliff. I could see better, though. The cavern closed up and led to a natural tunnel deeper into the cliff. There was something on the ground where the tunnel started. It was a cargo box. It wasn't dusty at all. It was put there recently. I popped it open and found some military rations, a light rifle, a pistol, a uniform I didn't recognize, and various personal items. There were also some mechanical parts I recognized. They were replacement parts for the type of aircraft that had been chasing me. These weren't normal replacement parts. These were pirate parts, designed to over-ride the pilot identification system. With these parts and the right know-how, someone could steal one of the craft in a matter of moments.

I wedged open the visor on my helmet. It didn't move very far. The helmet must have deformed from all the abuse I had been putting myself through in the last few hours. It was open enough to push a wafer of dried food into my mouth. I chewed as I hefted the rifle. It was a standard military rifle with standard caseless ammunition, looking like someone took an M4A1 and threw a lot of plastic on it to make it look sleek and "sci-fi". The pistol was standard issue as well, and similarly "sci-fi-ized". Both had their identification systems scrambled. They were no longer tied to military use ID’s and could be used by anyone.

Another howl took my attention away from the box. That was too close. I snapped the visor back in place and hefted the rifle. I toggled the weapon ‘on’ and the dim red light on the sights perked to life. Another howl. It was no closer. I crept into the tunnel and rounded a corner. There were rocks and some stone pillars in the center, and it dipped downward past them. I could see something back there. I stopped at the rocks and peered over them.

There was something large back there. It was all pale. It moved and I almost opened fire on it. It was ... It was something like a hippo or rhino in size, pale hide, instead of stumpy legs and feet it had "hands" with massive claws ... on all four legs. The head was nothing like a hippo or rhino. It was bigger than either, with a large, flat face and a huge mouth filled with cone-shaped teeth, and it had at least two eyes that were way larger than should have been normal for anything. It also had one back leg held by a heavy bracelet attached to a heavy cable that was anchored to the stone wall.

The thing obviously was looking at me. It probably knew I was there when I first entered the cavern from the valley. It didn't struggle to get at me. It seemed resigned to being a prisoner back there. Just then it leaned forward, almost casually, and I could see, and almost hear, the cable straining to hold it back. It relaxed back to where it was before.

Then I remembered to finish chewing the dried wafer I had put in my mouth. It had stuck to my lips. I stared at the thing for a few moments, just chewing and not moving any more. It just stared back and shuffled slightly. There was something mixed in the dirt around it. I couldn't be sure but it looked like ripped cloth. Then I noticed another creature was next to it, also staring at me.

I had only seen one anchor on the wall.

I backed out, keeping the rifle aimed on the pair. They didn't follow. On the way out I grabbed the cargo box. I carried it back to the cavern entrance, dug quickly through it and pulled out the handful of parts at the bottom, then backed out to the valley.

Again, I hiked around, this time headed back to the plateau and the military battle. It took less time than I thought, and as I reached the area the sun was just setting and everything was in a monochromatic evening haze. The dropships were still a ruin, one smoking as if it had caught fire recently on some internal part. The white aircraft had landed nearby, with a similarly-colored troop transport alongside. All the activity was inside the tunnels. I could hear small arms fire from deep inside. Whoever was in there was not giving up easily.

I noticed someone at the transport. It was someone I knew. Someone who shouldn't have been on this planet, someone who definitely wasn't a normal part of any military. Case in point: He was dressed in a jumper and workboots rather than in a military outfit. Was that his box of gear I found? That thought left my head immediately. I went over and greeted him, and he was suitably shocked to see me there. I told him he had one choice to make. Step aside and walk away, or help me commandeer one of the aircraft and leave.

He stared for a moment. I imagined him processing this ... A random person from his past, dressed in a battered and broken mining hardsuit, brandishing military weapons that had been hacked, wanting to hijack a military fighter craft using parts he probably had stashed himself. He nodded and ran towards the parked aircraft.

I ran right behind him. As he passed the side of the transport he reached up and yanked on a hatch I hadn't paid attention to. I closed down just as I reached it and my helmet smacked into it with a loud thunk. It threw me off balance. I picked up the chase a second later. It was obvious he was choosing to not help. But he was also acting pretty strange about it. He was running and had his head turned away from me, like avoiding my gaze as I ran behind. I changed direction. I wasn't chasing him, I was headed for the nearest white and red aircraft so I could get off this rock, before something else bad happened to me.

Or the monsters came out of their caverns.

Then I woke up.

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wristwatchjournal · 4 years

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Introducing – IWC Portugieser Yacht Club Chronograph Edition “Orlebar Brown” (Live Pics & Price)

Partnerships with designers are a strong trend in the watchmaking industry today, a move designed to give watches a fresher, more contemporary face and appeal to fashion-conscious men. IWC partners with British apparel brand Orlebar Brown for a special edition of the Portugieser Yacht Chronograph decked out in smart navy blue with red and white accents and a new strap. Let’s have a look at this new reference IW390704.

Preliminary note: the watch photographed here is a prototype. The final version is worn on a slightly different strap, which has curved ends between the lugs, for better integration with the case.

Orlebar Brown

Orlebar Brown, the British men’s clothing brand founded in 2007, started life selling stylish swim shorts and now specialises in resort and leisurewear wear. The difference between Orlebar Brown swim shorts and regular swim shorts are that Orlebar Brown shorts are crafted like traditional men’s trousers and come with a zipper and adjustable side fasteners. Now an international success story, the brand has expanded its lines to offer beach, sport, resort and coast wear. The nautical spirit of the Portugieser is notched up in this special edition, at home on the decking of a sailing yacht or the decking of a swimming pool. In addition to this watch collaboration, IWC and Orlebar Brown have also designed a “Capsule Collection” of resort wear to celebrate the partnership.

Portugieser Yacht Chronograph

Earlier this year, IWC launched its third-generation Portugieser Yacht Chronograph with a larger case size, the relocation of the date window, design upgrades on the dial and a new metal bracelet. The IWC x Orlebar Brown special edition is based on the recently revamped Ref. 3907. The Yacht Club line of chronographs was introduced into the Portugieser family in 2010 and are fitted with a sophisticated flyback chronograph movement developed from head to toe by the brand in Schaffhausen. What distinguishes this chronograph from many others on the market is its display; instead of two individual counters for elapsed hours and minutes, these are placed in a single sub-dial at 12 o’clock while the second sub-dial at 6 o’clock is for the running seconds.

The revamped IWC Portugieser Yacht Club IW3907, launched earlier this year, and worn on steel bracelet.

The IWC Portugieser Yacht Club “Orlebar Brown”, with different dial and strap.

The Yacht Club line is the sportiest line in the Portugieser family and was designed to capture the nautical spirit of the original 1939 Portugieser – a downsized nautical chronometer. The Yacht Club offers 60m water-resistance and has pushers shaped like bollards but displays the hallmark traits of the Portugieser family with its large round case, the railroad minutes track, the elegant leaf-shaped hands and the applied Arabic numerals.

Orlebar Brown touches

The stainless steel case has a diameter of 44.6mm and a height of 14.1mm with a rounded bezel and a polished finish throughout. Although there have been Portugieser Yacht Chronographs with blue dials in the past, this model has a dark navy blue dial with contrasting colours for the two vertically aligned counters. The top counter, with the combined 12-hour and 60-minute elapsed times of the chronograph, features the same dark blue colour as the dial and the number 12 and the area between 60 and 10 are picked out in bright red.

The small seconds counter, which also houses the date window, is white with blue markings. The flange with the quarter-second scale for shorter time measurements is white with blue markings and indicated by the red central chronograph seconds hand. The characteristic railway minute track of the Portugieser family is white and printed against the blue dial with luminescent hour markers followed by the applied Arabic numerals. The leaf-shaped hands are rhodium-plated and also treated with luminescence. The overall effect is one of a crisp, smart dial with vivid contrasts.

Another distinguishing feature of the collaboration with British designed Orlebar Brown is the new navy blue rubber strap with a textile inlay on the surface that is woven to look like rope. The strap is secured by a co-branded side-fastener that resemble what’s found on the brand’s swimsuits.

In-house movement

The movement below deck is IWC’s 89361 automatic manufacture calibre with a robust 68-hour power reserve, a workhorse movement for IWC that has powered many chronographs in the last decade. The movement can be seen through the sapphire crystal caseback with its openworked rotor and the steel frame is engraved with the name of the watch and the words Edition Orlebar Brown.

Price and availability

The Portugieser Yacht Club Chronograph Edition Orlebar Brown IW390704 will be available from 15 July 2020 in IWC boutiques, authorised retailers and from the brand’s e-boutique here. The retail price is EUR 12,200 or USD 12,500.

For more information, please visit iwc.com as well as the Orlebar Brown capsule collection here.

Technical specifications – IWC Portugieser Yacht Club Chronograph Edition “Orlebar Brown”

Case: 44.6mmm diameter x 14.4mm height – stainless steel case, polished – sapphire crystal front and back with anti-reflective coating both sides – 60m water-resistant

Dial: navy blue with white and red accents – sub-dial at 12 o’clock for 60-min and 12h elapsed times – sub-dial at 6 o’clock for small seconds and date window – applied Arabic numerals – luminescent hour markers and on hour and minute hands, red chronograph seconds hand

Movement: IWC in-house calibre 83691 – automatic flyback chronograph, integrated architecture with column wheel – 28,800vph/4Hz – 68h power reserve – hours, minutes, small hacking seconds, date, flyback chronograph

Strap: navy blue rubber strap with textile inlay – co-branded side-fastener steel buckle

Availability: Mid-July 2020, from retailers, boutiques and e-boutique

Price: EUR 12,200 USD 12,500

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pinkledstone · 4 years

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Brief Introduction About Marine Mooring Bollards

The marine mooring bollard is a post used on ship’s deck or quay. It is a simple and cost-effective way to fulfill mooring requirements and safely secure vessels alongside jetties, berths, wharves and dolphins in ports and harbors. It is welded by qualified steel tubes with plates. Different types and sizes of the bollards are for sale at YSmarines with best price, which including the single cruciform bollard, double cruciform one, NS2584 type one, DIN 82607 one, ISO13795 one, ISO13797 cruciform one, JIS F-2001 one, GOST11265-73 double cruciform one, dock bollard and other customized type bollard according to the requirement of clients.

T Head Type (Tee Head Type) Dock Bollard

T Head bollard also can be called Tee-head dock bollard. The upon the side of the dock bollard is T head type, which can be different models according to the design of the dock. Tee bollard can cover a vast range of mooring line capacity requirements from small recreational jetties to the largest bulk handling terminals with applications up to 200 tons. It is used in various shipyards, docks and marine applications. It is Suitable for steeper rope angles and is ideal for multi-purpose berths.

Staghorn Bollard(Twin Horn Dock Bollard)

Staghorn bollard also called twin horn dock bollard or double horn bollard is a staghorn shaped type dock mooring bollard. It is commonly used to guarantee the security of marine vessels by mooring ropes. The bollard is supplied with different anchor systems: anchor rods with end-plates and nut fixing for new concrete, anchor rods with epoxy grout and nut fixing for existing concrete and cast-in anchor systems with break-off bolts. It can handle higher line load angles than Single Bitt and Kidney Shaped bollards. This feature may be of particular importance where very large changes in water level result in significant differences in inline angles. Ysmarines is a leading China manufacture for staghorn bollard.

Kidney Dock Bollard

Kidney shaped bollard is one of the most common bollards for jetty, quay and wharf and is suitable when low to the medium tidal range is expected. The dock bollard provides an economical solution for installations where securing mooring lines at high angles. It is particularly suitable for applications where tidal ranges are small and are suited to warping operations along with berths where vessels need to be re-positioned for loading purposes. The kidney dock bollards are available made from the following materials: grey cast iron, ductile cast iron (spheroidal graphite), and cast steel according to the requirement of the dock. It can withstand use in harsh environments.

NS2584 Double Bitt Bollard

The double bitt bollard is made according to the standard of NS2584. The material of the mooring bollard is steel tubes or steel plates. The surface of the bollards should be polished and painted according to Norsk Standard Requirements. It can be fitted with a warping roller if required and also can be deck or quayside mounted. It is suitable for wire or rope with breaking load when cross belayed on the bollard, widely used for small boats.

JIS F 2001-1995 Double Bitt Bollard

The double bitt bollard is made from durable ductile cast iron or cast steel according to the standard of JIS 2001-1995. The surface of the bollard should be without any visible flaws or imperfections. It can withstand use in harsh environments. It is capable of accepting multiple mooring lines due to their twin horn profile and has been designed with a narrow base footprint to fit into spaces on wharves that have limited work area.

ISO13797 Cruciform Bollard

The posts of the cruciform bollard shall be constructed from steel tubes or formed from steel plates according to the standard of ISO13797. And all surfaces of double cruciform bollard with the ropes shall be free from surface roughness or irregularities likely to cause damage to the ropes by abrasion. It shall be coated externally with an anti-corrosion protective finish. Depending on the manufacturing method of the material, ISO13797 cruciform bollards shall be classified as two types, Type A – manufactured by steel tubes ad Type B – manufactured by steel plates. The cruciform bollards are designed and manufactured to our customer's precise requirements and provided with material certification.

GOST11265-73 Double Cruciform Bollard

The Gost11265-73 double cruciform bollard is made of cast iron or cast steel according to the Russian Standard’s requirements. It is also called cross bollard or cross bitts. It shall also be approved by the RMRS.It is a kind of fairlead fittings to lead the mooring rope or towing rope for ships from inboard to outboard. The polished, galvanized surface of the bollard makes the rope get less abrasion.

DIN82607 Double Bitt Bollard

The DIN 82607 double bitt mooring bollard is welded by steel plate according to the requirement of DIN 8570. The plates and post tubes are weldable steel plates, having a yield point of not less than 235N/mm2. The eye plate for tying the stopping-off rope or chain shall be provided for the DIN82607 bollard. It is a type of ship’s mooring and towing fitting installed on the board to belay the mooring and towing rope.

Curved Dock Bollard

Curved dock bollard is one of the most widely used types of mooring bollards. The upon the side of the bollard is also T head type (or Tee head type), which is similar to the Tee head bollard. If you have special requirements for the bollard, we can produce the products according to your drawings. It provides a simple and cost-effective way to fulfill mooring requirements and safely secure vessels alongside jetties, berths, wharves and dolphins in ports and harbors.

ISO13795 Welded Steel Marine Bollard

The welded steel bollard is a double bitt bollard according to the standard of ISO13795, suitable for installation on sea-going vessels to meet normal mooring and towing requirements. The posts of the bollards shall be constructed from steel tubes or formed from the plate. A low-friction surface coating is not recommended so as to increase the holding force of the mooring rope under figure-of-eight belay according to ISO standard. Depending on the construction, the bollards shall be classified as two types, which are Type A – with compact base plate and Type B – with a wide base plate.

The mooring bollards supplied by YSmarines marine equipment has a compact high strength bollard system, anchoring system, best price guaranteed and good after-sale service.

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