Yesterday, we started to discharge a lady, full of cargo, in cold and windy weather. In spite of that I was happy because the operation was going much better than I expected. In the afternoon, when I saw smoke coming out of the coaming, we learnt that there was fire on board. Three people came out from the lower hold more or less intoxicated by the smoke. I spent two hours assisting the Master for the communication with the firemen and Coastguard until he ordered the crew to leave and go ashore. At night I had a calm dinner with my daughter and her boyfriend. But one thing kept hammering my mind: the fourth guy that couldn't leave in time. He didn't go back home and never will.