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Welcome to 12YearsatSea
This globe holds over 120 ports of call from my life as a cruise ship musician.
Chapter 1Escape
Chapter 2The Path
Chapter 3Full Circle
🎬Director's Commentary
How to Make an Impression
The assistant cruise director gave me the grand tour and dropped me at my cabin. I flipped through my folder full of welcome papers - induction schedules, safety protocols, crew mess hours. I hope I can find my way back to... where was it again?
"You'll be fine. See you at 14:30 for Induction 1."
The door clicked shut. I wanted to call home. Tell everyone I'd made it. The phone on the wall looked simple enough.
Here's what I understood about ship communication systems: nothing.
Here's what I understood about maritime hierarchy and protocol: less than nothing.
Let me paint you a picture of embarkation day on a cruise ship. Two thousand passengers are boarding. Luggage is being sorted and delivered to 800+ cabins. The kitchen is prepping for the first seating. Safety officers are running equipment checks. The entertainment staff is rehearsing the welcome show.
And on the bridge - the nerve center of the entire operation - the Captain is coordinating with harbor pilots, monitoring weather reports, clearing departure procedures, and managing a crew of over 600 people.
This is where I come in.
So when the phone wouldn't connect, I did what any reasonable person would do. I started mashing zeros like I was trying to win a prize.
Nothing.
Zero zero zero.
Still nothing.
Zero zero zero zero zero-
"Bridge. Captain speaking."
I froze.
"...Hello?"
I hung up.
Rule #1: Do not call the bridge. Ever. Unless someone is actively dying - and even then, there's a chain of command for that.
I had been aboard for approximately forty-five minutes. But for one beautiful, horrifying moment, I was the guy who made the Captain answer the phone to help the new musician call his mom.
How to Make an Impression
The assistant cruise director gave me the grand tour and dropped me at my cabin. I flipped through my folder full of welcome papers - induction schedules, safety protocols, crew mess hours. I hope I can find my way back to... where was it again?
"You'll be fine. See you at 14:30 for Induction 1."
The door clicked shut. I wanted to call home. Tell everyone I'd made it. The phone on the wall looked simple enough.
Here's what I understood about ship communication systems: nothing.
Here's what I understood about maritime hierarchy and protocol: less than nothing.
Let me paint you a picture of embarkation day on a cruise ship. Two thousand passengers are boarding. Luggage is being sorted and delivered to 800+ cabins. The kitchen is prepping for the first seating. Safety officers are running equipment checks. The entertainment staff is rehearsing the welcome show.
And on the bridge - the nerve center of the entire operation - the Captain is coordinating with harbor pilots, monitoring weather reports, clearing departure procedures, and managing a crew of over 600 people.
This is where I come in.
So when the phone wouldn't connect, I did what any reasonable person would do. I started mashing zeros like I was trying to win a prize.
Nothing.
Zero zero zero.
Still nothing.
Zero zero zero zero zero-
"Bridge. Captain speaking."I froze.
"...Hello?"I hung up.
Rule #1: Do not call the bridge. Ever. Unless someone is actively dying - and even then, there's a chain of command for that.I had been aboard for approximately forty-five minutes. But for one beautiful, horrifying moment, I was the guy who made the Captain answer the phone to help the new musician call his mom.