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Scott Holiday
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I'm not sure what you're driving at here but in the real world...as opposed to hypothetical fantasy...such ships tended to be immidiately quaratined if/when they made it to the nearest port. There would be no real question of the passengers "driving the ship" unless some could be found who actually knew how who were not in turn stricken by the disease itself.
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Er, that's exactly what me was bollocking about here, Michael. My hypothetical was this: suppose they (Titanic's skippers) were in the general iceberg smash area vicinity, and all of a sudden Smith & his boyz like Lights, Wilde, Boxhull all come down with the Norfolk nasty, or some germ noise like that. Be it a Virus, scurvy, etc. Too sick to drive or read sextants in other words.
Here's the feature: They're trapped out there in total nowhereland, crew sick like laboratory dogs, and Col. Peuchen & Molly Brown swing by Smith's crib and says:
"Captain, sir, I'm a yachtsmen and me Molly here's worth her salt. If it'd please ye Commander, we'll skipper the tub until you & yer mates feel more spiff. Just give us a quickie primer on the bridge if ye please"
Would Smith be bound to say "Thanks mate but we gotta freeze the tub 'till I'm on the upside," or let them have a go at the helm & hope for the best? At least NYC had doctors galore.
Better Peuchen & Molly et al take their chances in the driver's seat and have a smash into Newfoundland, Greenland or whatever--you know, just run aground on something with the word "_land' as part of it's proper name rather than a bollocking cold dip near the berg.
But me suspect we're selling Col. Peuchen well short anyway. He was likely just as qualified to drive as Hichens and the other apprentices and prolly more so, since yachts have no motor and you gotta keep yer nose to the wind. Peuchen likely could've smelt the berg before they hit, since his yacht probably had no navigation system besides his own advanced-level faculties- sight, sense, smell. Another ole trick was to taste the water every 1/2 hour or so, as the melting bergs would make the salt content lower since freshwater floats. No doubt Peuchen would've known that. Back then rich people spent hours on leisure activities and were often mini-experts in certain areas.
BTW if anyone wants to meet up for the vintage subway tours in December, send me a PM and we can set it up as I live in NYC half the week. At the end of the trip there's a bomb Chinese restaurant on Bayard & Mott Streets called "Hsin Wong" that has homemade wontons with shrimp & pork filling for only $3.75 huge bowl. They work off the whole pig, called "nose to tail" eating since in China food isn't so plentiful. It's in Chinatown proper.
cheers,
scotty
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Er, that's exactly what me was bollocking about here, Michael. My hypothetical was this: suppose they (Titanic's skippers) were in the general iceberg smash area vicinity, and all of a sudden Smith & his boyz like Lights, Wilde, Boxhull all come down with the Norfolk nasty, or some germ noise like that. Be it a Virus, scurvy, etc. Too sick to drive or read sextants in other words.
Here's the feature: They're trapped out there in total nowhereland, crew sick like laboratory dogs, and Col. Peuchen & Molly Brown swing by Smith's crib and says:
"Captain, sir, I'm a yachtsmen and me Molly here's worth her salt. If it'd please ye Commander, we'll skipper the tub until you & yer mates feel more spiff. Just give us a quickie primer on the bridge if ye please"
Would Smith be bound to say "Thanks mate but we gotta freeze the tub 'till I'm on the upside," or let them have a go at the helm & hope for the best? At least NYC had doctors galore.
Better Peuchen & Molly et al take their chances in the driver's seat and have a smash into Newfoundland, Greenland or whatever--you know, just run aground on something with the word "_land' as part of it's proper name rather than a bollocking cold dip near the berg.
But me suspect we're selling Col. Peuchen well short anyway. He was likely just as qualified to drive as Hichens and the other apprentices and prolly more so, since yachts have no motor and you gotta keep yer nose to the wind. Peuchen likely could've smelt the berg before they hit, since his yacht probably had no navigation system besides his own advanced-level faculties- sight, sense, smell. Another ole trick was to taste the water every 1/2 hour or so, as the melting bergs would make the salt content lower since freshwater floats. No doubt Peuchen would've known that. Back then rich people spent hours on leisure activities and were often mini-experts in certain areas.
BTW if anyone wants to meet up for the vintage subway tours in December, send me a PM and we can set it up as I live in NYC half the week. At the end of the trip there's a bomb Chinese restaurant on Bayard & Mott Streets called "Hsin Wong" that has homemade wontons with shrimp & pork filling for only $3.75 huge bowl. They work off the whole pig, called "nose to tail" eating since in China food isn't so plentiful. It's in Chinatown proper.
cheers,
scotty