The captain asked to speak to Gail and I separately. While not clear on the why of that reasoning, it seemed like divide and conquer. I was confident that she and I were on the same page. We were in agreement. Neither of us wanted to go back to the party when the iceberg was approaching. I felt like the captain saw no problem with the danger approaching on port side. I struggled with what appeared to be his blindness. I wanted no part of dancing to destruction.
I was as clear as I could be. More over, I am beginning to think Olivia may have a mental illness. When she gets something in her mind, she will not let go. I shared my experiences.
Olivia has a personal need or desire nearly every day. She has a request of every crewmember she sees and when she doesn’t see one she calls for help. The head of maintenance dreads going by her stateroom. She seems to sense when he is near and has a request. He has threatened to jump overboard. He doesn’t mean it. He says that to express his frustration.
Corporate management of the cruise line attempts to appease the situation but is also getting frustrated. You can hear it in their voices and see it in their faces. They can do nothing until she and her gang actually decide to throw the large man over board. I have my doubts that they will ever succeed. They can’t life him.
Many of us would love to see Olivia disembark at the next port. But I am sure she would feel like she gave in to him and she does not give in to anyone.
There was at time when the maintenance manager entered her stateroom to check it out and measure areas so they could remodel another stateroom to meet all physical codes and standards standards. She was in a handicapped stateroom. She could not accept that it was only a fact finding mission and immediately began telling everyone she was going to be moved from her place so the large man could be put there because her room was larger. That was never said and never intended, but her extreme bitterness anchored there and grew. She added concerns about him being on any deck other than where the lifeboats were located. It was her attempt to keep him isolated from the areas she enjoyed. She just does not want to see him — EVER.
We have since learned that she filed a restraining order because she felt threatened about being put off the ship. No such threat occurred according to the cruise owner. It did not stop the gossip she fed the information animals. It was vicious.
I have no desire to return to any party no matter how entertaining it is, as long it appears we are headed to destruction. Get back on the bridge and steer this thing around the obstacles. Find a way to save the cruise. A communicable disease is now on board and beginning to be passed around. Many need to be quarantined before the whole ship is contaminated. I know I’m going to wear a mask every time I leave my cabin even if I hate wearing those things. Maybe I should disembark. Naw! There’s too much to see and do.
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