An introduction
So, who am I, and why should anyone listen to me? Well, that is a good question, and I think answering it now will be useful.
I am Captain Scott Campbell. I am a Master Mariner in the British Merchant Navy, and I have lived a bit of a life so far. My journey has forced me to learn hard lessons and take some tough stands.
On my journey to becoming a sea captain, I have learned to look at the world ‘as it is’, and act in response to that. That is a skill that sounds simple, but in practice, is not.
As a Master Mariner, your relationship with authority must be decided early on. Will I be a Master, like a craftsman, or like a slavedriver? I have served under both kinds, and I can promise you, the accident reports folder is heavier with the latter.
Also, ripe for metaphor, shipping as an activity provides us with many interesting comparisons. For the philosophically minded seafarer, there is the bonus of plenty of time spent alone to contemplate such things deeply. For example, when assessing for collision with another ship, I always switch back and forth between its relative position and its true position on my radar. Throughout the ‘globalist pandemic response’, I have been able to hold my nerve by distinguishing between ‘social threats’ and ‘real threats’. A useful mental tool that I encourage everyone to develop.
Becoming a person that can command a ship at sea, is to become an autonomous person, capable of taking charge of yourself. It has taken me 18 years to achieve a level of inner development that allows me to do this. I hope now to articulate and share my observations on this process, to help others become better at taking command of their own lives and their own world.
You might wonder what insight I could have, that others don’t?
Unlike a military officer, Merchant Navy officers must perform dangerous tasks on ships with very few personnel to support them. Those crewmembers you do have, come from a globalist hodgepodge of various nations and many of them have a far more conformist relationship with authority and power than I am comfortable with.
As a result of many, many lives being carelessly lost through blind obedience to rank or authority, in our training as MN officers we are taught to always question authority. Even to challenge it, at great personal cost, if we see a superior officer making an error of perception or judgement that could threaten safety.
We need to be able to do this as part of a crew where, these days, you are always an ethnic minority on your own ship. You need to learn to assert yourself across boundaries of age, race, rank, religion, language and competence. And doing that means overcoming your own cultural baggage carried by the nice respectful little British schoolboy that still lives within you.
At sea, over the years, I have narrowly avoided being drowned, crushed, raped, murdered, asphyxiated, burned and poisoned. I did not avoid, but did learn from falling overboard, fighting fires, getting in fights, having guns pointed in my face, witnessing a hijacking (from a fortunate distance), being blackmailed by smugglers, facing a captain’s court and spending a night in jail.
These are all fairly normal phenomena for a merchant sailor, and in fact, when I lost pay and had to explain to my employer that I had missed training because I’d been in jail; my boss replied, ‘you’re not a real sailor till you’ve been in jail abroad’. There is no bad experience. Only experience. 😉
 I grew up poor, but not ignorant. Weak, but not fearful.
I have been told throughout my life that I have a gift for being able to cut through nonsense and describe things exactly as they are, where others struggle to put their finger on things. My life’s purpose is to rise to the top, on my own narrow path, and solve problems.
Since March 2020 I have found myself very much at odds with the world and many people in my life. I have felt vulnerable, helpless and trapped, as many others too have felt.
Since then, I vowed to become stronger, find my resolve and build my life around maximising my own freedom from arbitrary control by others.
I started by dipping my toe in the water on social media. I reached out to people I knew and started to speak publicly after being shut down and threatened into silence in my professional realm.
I was interviewed on Free Domain by Stefan Molyneux, as I was searching for a way to tell people about the unbelievable injustice and damage done to seafarers worldwide, by governmental decree in ‘response’ to covid-19. The interview went well, but the fallout for me personally was very threatening.
Even though we spent a full hour expressing concern about how irrational authoritarian restrictions on shipping was literally causing death and despair disproportionately to Asian and Indian people, I was ostracised for associating with a ‘known racist’ like Molyneux.
The criticism was nonsense, but as a salaried employee with 3 kids and a mortgage, and already out of favour with management at my job, it got too uncomfortable.
I reached out to Jonathan Myles-Lea online before he sadly passed away, and he gave some fine words of encouragement. Also, I contacted rabbit-hole journalist James Delingpole, to criticise or discuss something covered in his interview with Dr Mike Yeadon.
James told me to go away, start a blog, find my own voice, and then come back and talk to him.
I am sure he was being dismissive in a polite but gentle way, but I have taken his words seriously. My own voice was exactly what I was struggling to find.
That is exactly what I didn’t like about doing the Molyneux interview. Afterwards, it didn’t feel like it had been my voice exactly. Pretty close, but not exactly.
I wouldn’t mind taking the hit so much if it had been all on my own terms. Something about using someone else’s voice to get yours across is useful, but, at the same time, gives it an accent that is not its own.
As Epictetus rightly said, ‘it is unrealistic to expect others to see you as you see yourself’.’
It has taken over a year for me to achieve the freedom to start this blog. I have resisted pressure to give in to mRNA experiments. I have quit my well-paid shoreside job in maritime publishing to become self-employed, with much more risk as a contractor at sea. I have retrained with a backup skill, in a trade that is less beholden to government.  I have risen to the challenge of my first command at sea, all while learning how to do so as an independent contractor and run a limited company. I have rediscovered Christianity. And I’ve been reading and writing like hell.
So here we are (James). I have made the necessary sacrifices. I am now free to have my own voice, with nobody holding power over me anymore. As Jonathan Myles-Lea advised me, ‘it is time to unleash my inner honey badger’.
I was given two visions for my life in dreams when I was very young. These two dreams have stayed with me my entire life. One of these dreams showed me that when I take my leap of faith, I will launch myself into the air as a young man. By the time I land back down to earth, I will be an old man, who plants his hands into the rocky shore and sets his mark into the earth.
Well, I’m only 36 now. But it is the mileage, not the age. And sea captains are known as ‘the old man’ on British merchant ships, so I figure, it’s time to stand on my own two feet and make my mark on this earth.
Let’s go.
