Wednesday morning February 26 2014 was uneventful onboard the Carnival Cruise line ship the Carnival Paradise until a 66 year old male passenger on the Lido Deck (Deck 10) suffered a heart attack. The ship was about 400 nautical miles southwest of Tampa and was returning from a five-night cruise to Grand Cayman and Cozumel, Mexico.
If the heart attack wasn’t enough, upon being stricken the passenger fell forward clobbering his forehead on the edge of the swimming pool. Later reports said the heart attack victim also suffered a concussion from colliding with the swimming pool. Other passengers surrounded the stricken person and soon the ship’s medical staff arrived to care for him. He was taken downstairs to the Medical Center on the 3rd deck and nobody heard anything else about the passenger or his status until mid- afternoon. It was then that the ship’s captain informed us over the intercom that the passenger was not doing better, that he could not wait for our arrival 18 hours later in Tampa, and that more sophisticated medical treatment was required to keep the passenger alive.
The captain’s alternative was the United States Coast
Guard. He informed us that we would
continue to steam northeast to a point about 180 miles southwest of Marco Island Florida where we would be intercepted by a MH-60 Jayhawk helicopter from Coast Guard Air Station Clearwater. The Coast Guard
would perform a daring air evacuation of the patient (the Carnival Paradise
does not have enough of an unobstructed deck to allow a helicopter to land)
from the aft of the 11th deck.
The air evacuation took place on the right hand side of this picture behind the large red smoke stack. Note that there is very little room to manuever on that deck. This picture was taken about 8:00 a.m. or about 8 hours before the evacuation
Other than watching the excellent Kevin Costner movie The Guardian
about a thousand times and watching shows about the Coast Guard on The Weather
Channel, my experience with the Coast Guard had been limited to one incident in
the Florida Keys 30 years ago. Its funny to think back on it now but it wasn't so humerous as it unfolded.
Using my Federal employee status I talked with the
commander of Coast Guard Station Marathon and was invited to accompany their
patrol boat going out to the Gulf Stream one Saturday afternoon in July 1984
while I was in the Keys doing research. The Coast Guard's purpose that day was to look for stranded vessels; I was there to look for seabirds in the Gulf Stream waters just a few miles offshore. When
I arrived at Station Marathon I was given a quick briefing on how to keep from
being thrown overboard if we encountered rough seas. Afterward we set sail for the cobalt blue
waters of the Gulf Stream. Not long after leaving
the Station, we received a call instructing us to be on the lookout for a
stolen boat. Hearing this, the boat’s
captain knew exactly where to look and we changed course for the Cuban Docks on
Vaca Key.
We had a description of the boat but to me they all
looked the same. As we made our approach
to the docks the captain asked me to stand in the bow with my binoculars and
read the registration numbers on we passed. This was exciting at first but soon
it became boring. That all changed when
we came on to a thirty-foot shrimp boat because sitting in its wheel house was
a simple, lone, unassuming marijuana plant that was growing in a bucket. Not thinking much of it I casually mentioned
to the captain that there was a marijuana plant in that boat and was he
interested in it? He took my binoculars,
looked at the potted pot plant and exclaimed, “I’m going to seize that
boat!”
Our plans changed again when the pot plant was
found. We docked the Coast Guard vessel
next to the shrimp boat and kept it under surveillance and then radioed the
U.S. Customs Service and the Monroe County Sheriff’s Department to alert them
to our find and both groups said they would send backup. This was followed by the rather dramatic
laying on of guns. Two of the four Coast
Guardsmen were designated the boarding party.
It was their responsibility in these situations to board boats and look
for contraband. The boarding party
strapped on their .45 caliber revolvers and waited for Customs and the Sheriff
to arrive.
Arrival of the reinforcements meant that the boarding
party could jump into action and as they approached the shrimp boat, one of the
two Coast Guardsmen still on the boat went below decks and came out carrying
three 12 gauge shotguns. He handed one
shotgun to the boat captain and then loaded a shell in the chamber of the
second gun and kept it for himself. He
then turned to me.
“You’re a Fed aren’t you,” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, “but I’m not in law enforcement.”
Thrusting the loaded shotgun in my hands he yelled “If
they shoot, shoot back!”
With their guns drawn, the boarding party approached the
shrimp boat. As instructed I stood in the
bow of the boat with the 12 gauge shotgun aimed at the wheel house. It was my responsibility to shoot if anyone
shot first. Between them the four-person
boarding party had enough armaments to support a small insurgency in Nicaragua
and as they made their way to the shrimp boat I maintained my aim at the unseen
doper inside.
With guns drawn the boarding party walked up to the main
door of the shrimp boat and yelled at the occupants to come out. Nobody inside moved. They yelled again and still nobody moved. At the conclusion of the third yelling
session, one of the Coast Guardsmen on the boat kicked in the door. I flicked off the safety on my shotgun.
No shots rang out as the four men entered the shrimp boat
to confiscate the lone marijuana plant in the wheel house. After what seemed like an hour inside they
returned to the main door leading a rather disheveled individual who was
shirtless and shoeless (this was the Florida Keys after all) man with scraggly
hair. His arms were securely behind his
back and his wrists were held together by hand cuffs. The Customs Agent yelled at us and told us
they had found some cocaine on the table along with the malevolent marijuana
plant. He also informed us that we could
take down our arms and prepare to tie off the boat.
With the boat shrimp boat secured to the Coast Guard
cutter we slowly made our way back to Coast Guard Station Marathon where it was
tied off and guarded by another Coast Guardsman who proceeded to do about face
marches in front of the boat. It was his
responsibility to ensure that nobody came near that shrimp boat unless they
were personally known to the Coast Guardsman.
Should some nefarious individual attempt to board the boat before the
Customs Service could tear it apart, it was this Coast Guardsman’s
responsibility to shoot that person. Later on tearing apart the inside of the shrimp boat Customs found a large cache of cocaine stuffed between the walls below decks.
Fast forward to February 26 2014 at a point about 180 miles southwest of Marco Island. Many passengers
had assembled on the 12th Deck about 4:30 this afternoon waiting for
the arrival of the Coast Guard about 5:00 p.m.
Fifteen minutes early I saw a helicopter on the horizon and followed its
approach to the ship. As it approached
the Captain turned the ship into the wind to provide better air flow for the
soon-to-be-hovering helicopter. Making
his approach to the ship the pilot made a 360 degree survey of the ship to
assess the situation and then approaching the aft deck on the port side began
the laborious process of getting safely into position to send a Coast Guardsman
from the helicopter, supported by nothing more than a thin cable, to the deck
of the ship. The greatest danger at this
point was the combination of wires strung above the upper deck, the humongous
smoke stack at the rear of the ship and the small area (later measured at about
60 feet of clear space) into and over which the pilot could safely maneuver.
Finally satisfied with the location of his helicopter
relative to any obstructions that could seriously affect his mission, the pilot
gave the go-ahead for a Coast Guardsman to slide down a cable that connected
the aircraft and the ship. Soon a lone
Coast Guardsman appeared in the door, hooked up his harness to the cable and
while he and the helicopter were about 200 feet over the surface of the ocean,
the Coast Guardsman slid down the cable to the deck of the ship. A few seconds later a stretcher was lowered
from to the ship and shortly after that the stretcher, loaded with the heart
attack victim, was hauled back onto the helicopter. With the patient safely onboard the Coast
Guardsman was pulled off the deck and into the waiting helicopter. With the hatch on the helicopter safely
secured the helicopter moved away from the ship’s path and following a wide arc
sped quickly east to a hospital.
Hopefully the patient survived the ordeal and will have stories to tell
about his rescue at sea for many years to come.
Almost all of the passengers on the ship were glued, in
one way or another, to the activates of the rescue helicopter. A loud round of cheers and applause rose from
the crowd when the helicopter arrived. More
applause rang out when the patient was loaded aboard the helicopter and even
more cheers could be heard as the helicopter raced away. Overcome with pride after seeing Federal
employees risk their lives to save the life of another person I turned to the
man standing next to me, a Michigander who had come south for a few days to
escape the frozen north country, and said emphatically “The next time you hear
some son-of-a-bitch complain about government and government employees you tell
them what you saw on the deck of this ship this afternoon.”
It is my hope that every one of the 2000 passengers
aboard the Carnival Paradise today also will remember that they witnessed an
under-paid government employee selflessly throw himself in the face of danger
to slide down a cable to the deck of a ship and save the life of
another human being.
One of the many challenges facing the pilot as he prepared to rescue the patient was manuevering the aircraft in the tight space between the large smoke stack and various wires strewn from it. There was perhaps 60 feet of open space in which to manuever.
When the ship needed help the Captain didn’t radio a
for-profit corporation in Tampa to come rescue the passenger, the Captain
called the Federal government. When
there was a need to rescue someone from the deck of a rocking ship the Captain
didn’t call a company owned by the Koch Brothers to come perform a rescue, he
called the Federal government. Pseudo
intellectuals like Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck can wax poetic about how
horrible government is and what a waste of money it is to pay government
employees. People like Senator
Rand Paul (R-KY), or Senator Ted Cruz (R-Canada) or Sarah Palin (R-Outer Space)
can tell you with a straight face that government isn’t the solution, but that government
is the problem and therefore government needs to be cut off at the knees. But I can bet with nearly 1,000 percent
certainty that if any one of those people ever suffered a heart attack on a
cruise ship they would tearfully embrace the federal employee who selflessly risked his
life to save theirs.
There was an interesting sidelight to this story that
unfolded as the real drama was occurring onboard. Not many minutes before the helicopter
arrived, a pod of bottle-nosed dolphins appeared along the starboard side of the
ship. I had not seen a single marine
mammal or a single seabird all day long but now with the helicopter on the horizon
these dolphins appeared and they remained swimming alongside the ship. At about the moment the helicopter took its position
aft of the ship on the port side a magnificent frigatebird appeared out of the
blue and flew behind the ship. Both the
dolphins and the frigatebird remained in place the entire time the Coast Guard
evacuation operation was underway. Less
than a minute after the helicopter sped away the dolphins sped away from amidships
on the starboard side and the frigatebird disappeared from port.
There are many known instances where people have become
in trouble in the ocean and a dolphin has shown up out of nowhere to stay with
the person until help arrived. It was
almost that way with the pod of dolphins.
It was as if they sensed someone was in trouble on board and it was
their job to protect them until help could arrive. Seems farfetched I know but I have no other explanation
for the arrival of the animals and their departure both coinciding with the
arrival and departure of the Coast Guard.
I don’t believe in god and I don’t believe in any other
cosmic deity. What I do believe in is karma and
karma is the only way I can logically explain the arrival and departure of
those animals in the ocean that stayed long enough to make sure everything was
ok and then they disappeared.