The Man on the Raft: The Story of Poon Lim

December 26, 2014

Poon-lim

On the morning of April 5, 1943, about ten miles off the coast of Brazil, a fishing
family in their small boat spotted a Chinese man on a much smaller wooden raft
bobbing up and down in the Atlantic Ocean. Waving a shirt and jumping, the man
was clearly in distress, so the Brazilian family turned their boat around and picked
him up. Climbing aboard, he was overjoyed, hungry, and very grateful. As they set
sail again, the man danced and ate whatever was given to him. After three days,
they landed in Belem, Brazil, a town at the mouth of the Amazon River. Authorities
were waiting for him as the man, unassisted, walked off the boat. Considering his
ordeal, this was an amazing feat. You see, Poon Lim had been stranded at sea for
133 days, a record for a lone human.

Born in Hainan, China, the main island of a series of islands in the South China Sea,
Poon Lim attended school, unlike many other kids his age, thanks to his brothers
sending money from their factory jobs. At 16, Lims father, believing that life would
be better elsewhere and out of fear that Lim would be drafted to fight against the
rapidly advancing Japanese, sent him to join one of his brothers on a British
passenger freight, working as a cabin boy.

At first, according to his own account given to Ruthanne McCunn in the book Sole
Survivor, he didnt take to life at sea, getting sick and teased constantly. He
eventually caught on to the ways of the ship, but conditions were terrible for
Chinese crew members in general. Discriminated against, given the worst jobs, and
shoved into overwhelming cramped living quarters, this was not the better life Poon,

or his father, envisioned. His brother tried to make him feel better by saying, Hey,
at least the British officers arent beating us.

As the years went by, the conditions for Chinese crewmen on British ships got
better, mostly because they had too. The supply of British crewmen had decreased
due to World War II. Merchant ships, in order to keep up with the intense demand
the war had created, had to entice workers by improving conditions and increasing
pay for Chinese crewmen.

Lim had actually quit as a cabin boy in about 1937/1938 and moved to Hong Kong
to enroll in mechanics school. After six months, the sea came calling again. His
cousin told him of the improved conditions and, most importantly, better pay. Plus,
the Japanese was poised to capture Hong Kong any day and Lim did not want to be
around when that happened. Thus, he signed on working under his cousin as a
Second Steward on the SS Benlomond.

The SS Benlomond began its journey in Cape Town on November 10, 1942 and was
crossing the Atlantic Ocean on its way to Suriname (a Dutch-owned plantation
colony in South America) before sailing to New York. The Benlomond was known as
a tramp steamer in that it did not have a fixed schedule nor published ports of
call. Tramp steamers also often traveled solo, unlike other trade ships that went in
convoys. The Benlomond was armed, but its heavy, slow movements made it an
easy target.

On November 23rd, more than two thirds into the voyage, at about 11:30 am, it was
torpedoed by a Nazi U-boat. The ship sunk within two minutes. 56 men perished, 24
British and 22 Chinese, and only one man survived. That man was Poon Lim.

In the mad rush of a sinking, exploding ship, Lim was still able to grab a life jacket,
which likely saved his life, as he was, by his own account, a poor swimmer. He then
swam away from the sinking ship as fast as he could. As this was all happening, he
was spotted in the water by the aggressors, the Nazi U-boat, but was ignored, left to
suffer in the cold dark waters.

He floated in the ocean for what he estimates was around two hours until he was
able to find one of the ships life rafts and swim to it. It was a wooden raft about

eight feet square, with a partial canvas roof. Luckily for Lim, it had provisions on it: a
forty liter jug of water (about ten and a half gallons), several tins of biscuits and
hardtack (a long-lasting cracker), pemmican (sort of like beef jerky), malted milk
tablets, lumps of sugar, lime juice, two flairs, a flashlight and even some chocolate.
This was to be Lims home for the next 133 days.

He initially thought he was going to get rescued quickly, as soon as clients realized
that the Benlomond hadnt docked. So, he only partitioned the food out for thirty
days. It eventually dawned on Lim that even if they did know the ship hadnt come
in yet, no one was going to come looking for it under such dangerous, war-time
conditions. He decided that he would take matters into his own hands; if he could
survive long enough, maybe the raft would take the current and float to land by
itself.

In order to survive, he fashioned a rain-catching receptacle out of the canvas from

the roof and his life jacket. He made a fishing hook out of the wire from the
flashlight and jagged edges of the tins of biscuits. For bait, initially he used bits of
his hardtack.

Beyond fishing, he decided that he needed to find a way to catch the other animal
he had seen on a constant basis while he floated seagulls. To do this, he came up
with a little trickery. He took the seaweed from the bottom of the raft, matted it
down, and shaped it until it looked like a nest. Then, he let a fish rot next to the
nest. Soon enough, a seagull swooped in and Lim went after it, eventually
breaking its neck (after suffering a few cuts from the bird in the process). He then
sucked the blood out of the bird, and dried the remaining flesh out with saltwater,
making perfect seagull jerky.

Because he was a poor swimmer, he knotted one end of hemp rope to his wrist and
the other to the raft, in case he fell in. By day 60, he was confident enough that he
began to swim twice a day in order to keep his physical strength up.

Things were going as well as can be expected until the second month when a storm
nearly destroyed his raft. He survived and was able to repair the craft, though he
lost his water and food supply.

Beyond storms and the constant difficulty of acquiring food and drinkable water,
sharks were also a problem. They were attracted to the remaining blood of the fish
that he gutted and hung on lines to dry the meat.

The sharks would often surround his boat, even occasionally ramming the raft. But
while sharks are predators looking for food, so was Lim. He crafted a sharp hook out
of a nail he managed to pry from the raft; the next shark that came close after hed
done this, he managed to hook and pull up into the boat. A fight ensued on the
small craft, but Lim ultimately won out, supplying him food for days, including a
Hanian delicacy dried out shark fins.

Poon-LimAnd so he subsisted remarkably well for 133 days. He came close to rescue
three times during the ordeal- once when he was spotted by the crew of a passing
freighter, who ignored him. Lim felt it was because he was Chinese. In a second
instance, he was spotted by American airmen out on patrol. They even flew low to
investigate, but ultimately no rescue resulted. This may have been because very
shortly after they spotted him, a storm came up and moved Lims raft far from
where he had been when the planes flew over.

In yet another instance, a German submarine spotted him and surfaced, but
ultimately decided to leave him to his fate.

This all came to an end when he found himself being picked up by Brazilian
fishermen on April 5, 1943, about ten miles from shore. Three days later, they
landed in Belem, Brazil, a town at the mouth of the Amazon River.

Upon arriving in Belem, despite being relatively healthy, all things considered, and
having only lost about 20 pounds during his voyage, he spent four weeks at the
local hospital. When he was released, the British consul arranged for him to go to
Britain, where he was given a British Empire Medal by King George VI.

The Royal Navy was so impressed by his survival skills and story that they
incorporated his techniques into their manuals. After the war, he wanted to
emigrate to the US and, despite initial difficulty due to the Chinese immigration
quota having been met (this would exist in the US until 1965), he was eventually

allowed into the United States thanks to special legislation written by Democratic
Senator Walter Magnuson of Washington.

Poon Lim lived to the age of 72, passing away in 1991. To this day, he still holds the
official record for longest time for a lone person to survive being adrift at sea in a
life raft. When told this in 1943, Poon Lim responded, I hope no one will ever have
to break that record.

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