a promise of salvation.
The returning sun brought with it the hope of life, but also a new health hazard. Considering the fires that had raged in the skies, the survivors had to assume that the ozone layer was probably devastated. Since their supplies of sunscreen lotion were limited, hats and long sleeves became the standard dress code. They all agreed that this was a small enough price to pay for survival.
When the New Year arrived, a week after the Event, conditions at sea were eerily normal. Still, nobody suggested that they observe the arrival of 2010, let alone celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of the American Association of Engineering Societies. The thought of that was too bizarre even to mention. There were a few prayer meetings, but that was about the extent of any commemoration ceremony or service.
Two days later—on the ninth day since the apparent end of the world—the captain decided to head cautiously toward shore, aiming first for Durban, which was to have been the next port of call. But when, on the following morning, the tenth day, they came within viewing distance of what should have been a large city, nothing could be seen other than piles of seeming rubble, with huge clouds of black smoke shrouding the hills behind. So the
Again they waited for the morning light, but again a mass of rubble was all that could be discerned along the shore. The enor mous dock facilities that the civil engineers had observed with such interest during their recent visit had been transformed into eccentrically contoured chunks of concrete. However, they could see hills rising inland, and—most welcome sight—several patches of green in the distance. There were some lingering black clouds, indicating the presence of scattered fires, but nothing as forbidding as the scene at Durban. Also, for one long stretch they could see a sand beach with fairly calm surf, a likely landing site for small boats. All in all, the prospect appeared relatively welcoming.
Yet even as they sailed slowly at what seemed to be a safe distance offshore, there was suddenly a crunching sound, and the ship abruptly halted.
After an anxious half hour, during which the officers conducted a survey of the vessel, the captain’s voice was heard over the loudspeaker system. “Regrettably,” he said, “our harbor charts have proved useless in this completely altered landscape, and it seems we have struck a piece of the concrete harbor works that was swept incredibly far from the shore. Everyone aboard is safe and sound. The vessel, however, has begun to take on water and is slowly sinking.” He paused to allow the passengers and crew to absorb the impact of this news. “We have no choice but to abandon ship. I do not view this as a dangerous situation, because we are close to shore and the sea is calm. There is no need to panic or to rush. We have ample time. Of course, we want to move as briskly as possible, consistent with good order.”
And so it came to pass that the passengers and crew of the
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Captain Johan Nordstrom of Oslo concentrated on the minute-by-minute details of command, moving from one deck to another, directing his crew in the evacuation and salvage operation as his magnificent ship foundered within swimming distance of the African shore. Although there was no respite from the grief for his wife and children that had obsessed him every moment since he first learned of the Event, the demands of the current crisis provided a welcome distraction.
He strode purposefully along the deck, trailed by his administrative assistant and chief security officer. The chief engineer, Nordstrom’s trusted number two officer, remained at the command center on the bridge, keeping the ship’s power functioning as long as possible and monitoring the videocams which showed the main points of salvage activity.
The captain removed his cap, wiped his pale brow, replaced the cap. He felt fortunate to have been sailing on a fine new ship, equal, in the moment of crisis, to the challenge of the seas. It was also fortuitous, thinking of the complicated salvage operation, that the vessel was equipped with the latest and best materials and supplies. She was the
Up to the end of the twentieth century, as far as the cruise ship industry was concerned, Africa was the forgotten continent. But with the coming of the new millennium, the last great underutilized route for oceangoing cruise ships came into its own. This evolved synergistically with the development of new port facilities in most of the major coastal cities. Another contributing factor was the commercial development and newly achieved prosperity of many African nations. Circumnavigation of the continent became a popular trip—although much too lengthy for the purposes of this group of busy engineers.
Nordstrom’s ship and crew had embarked on a seventeen-day voyage, starting in Mombasa, the main seacoast city of Kenya, calling at several ports along the southeast shore of the continent, and planning to end at Cape Town for a New Year’s Day birthday bash for the AAES. These Americans—and most, although not all, were Americans—went to great lengths to celebrate the most insignificant achievements, the captain thought. But it put money in the company’s coffers… and they had been wonderful passengers, intelligent and well behaved. They seemed to appreciate the crew and treated them well.
Nordstrom himself had often thanked his lucky seafaring stars that he had been blessed not only with a fine ship but also with a superb crew. My dying vessel was well manned, he thought. Although “manned” was an inaccurate usage since about 50 percent of the ship’s company was female. It amazed him to think how in just the past few years women had taken on jobs from which they had long been excluded by tradition and prejudice.
Johan Nordstrom mentally ran through the crew roster. There was the chief engineer, the crew administration assistant, the bosun and bosun’s mate, the security officer and his four masters at arms (the ship’s “police force”), the radio officer and his three assistants; there were the deck officers, engineering officers, deck supervisors, deckhands, and engine-room workers. On the “hotel” side of the operation—and these were predominantly female—there was the hotel manager who headed the group, along with the purser, cruise director, administration assistant, cruise sales manager, personnel manager, and public-room supervisor. These people, assisted by thirty-five hotel officers, oversaw a veritable army: baggage masters, bedroom stewards, cruise staff, laundry workers, nursery attendants, public-room stewards, receptionists, store managers, printers, and office staff. And, of course, there was the sizable restaurant operation. Responsibility for feeding this floating city was in the hands of an executive chef and five chefs de cuisine, with a staff of more than three hundred, including twenty-two wine stewards and seventeen bartenders.
Then there were those individuals who are an essential part of any modern cruise ship, but whose worth might be less clear in a community trying to survive in primitive conditions: beauticians, hairdressers, fitness instructors, masseurs, photographers, musicians, entertainers, dancers, casino staff, and a disc jockey. Happily, the captain considered, the talents of an individual are not defined by a job description. The attributes required for practically any job aboard a cruise ship include people skills, an adventurous spirit, a good attitude, and an ability to handle stress. Nordstrom was pleased during these past several days to discover the many fine qualities demonstrated by the members of this motley and high-spirited company.
Finally, in his mental list he recorded the ship’s medical staff: just two physicians, supported by two nurses and a pharmacist, yet a crucial element of the ship’s company. Since cruise passengers are assumed to be essentially healthy, doctors are there mainly for emergencies between ports, so a larger number would be superfluous. Fortunately, in the present circumstances, there were among the passengers a dozen or so physicians of various specialties, some of them quite prominent in their fields. Apparently, marriages between engineers and doctors were not at all uncommon. There were also numerous passengers with varying degrees of nursing skills, and a retired laboratory technologist, making it possible to assemble an eminently satisfactory medical establishment. This group had spontaneously organized when the crisis first struck, and had been working dawn to dusk ministering to the needs of passengers and crew. The effects of stress were manifest in several cases of nervous collapse, and a half dozen of outright hysteria. A variety of tranquillizers was dispensed, along with those
