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Authors: Aaron Saunders

Stranded

BOOK: Stranded
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Dedication

To those who love the sea — and those who still make time to read

Introduction

O, I have suffered with those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!

— William Shakespeare,
The Tempest

In the course of writing this book, it occurred to me that I can't really remember the first time I learned of the wreck of the
Princess Sophia
. I do, however, remember where I was when I thought it would be a good idea to write a book juxtaposing her accident with the 1995 grounding of the cruise vessel
Star Princess
: in a little pub in Juneau known as the Triangle Club Bar, where I sat, nursing a pint of Alaskan Amber Ale while in port on a cruise through Alaska. I'd come into the bar because I'd heard there was free Wi-Fi internet access with purchase — and there was. But instead of checking emails and filing articles, I found myself staring at a wall covered in photos of famous Alaskan shipwrecks, one of which was the unmistakable silhouette of the
Princess Sophia
, stranded up on Vanderbilt Reef.

The first step in what would become a multi-year journey occurred when I literally walked across the street to Hearthside Books and purchased a copy of Ken Coates and Bill Morrison's masterwork,
The Sinking of the
Princess Sophia. In Alaska, everything you need seems to be
close at hand.

I read the book as we made our way up to Skagway, and when I disembarked I stood in the middle of Broadway Street and tried to imagine the scene that would have greeted travellers in October 1918. I found it both easy and difficult; easy because of the cruise ship passengers like myself who swarmed the dock apron and clogged the streets. Difficult because Skagway today is a bit of a parody of itself; there's re-enactments of shootouts and fake brothels designed to entertain families. Have you ever heard a father trying to explain to his son what a brothel is? You will, if you visit Skagway in the summer.

The real tragedy, however, is not that it's difficult to visualize the world of 1918, but that the story of the
Princess Sophia
has been largely forgotten. Even the grounding of the
Star Princess
, which occurred in modern times, wasn't given the media-circus frenzy that has accompanied simi-lar accidents in recent memory. It wasn't until I was one of the hundreds of people queuing up to get back on my massive floating palace in Skagway that it hit me: absolutely no one who comes to Skagway by ship knows the sad, stor-ied events that have played out right in the very waters on which they sail.

Now, you could argue cruise lines don't really want to talk about shipwrecks — it's a bit like showing
Alive
on an airplane. That's fair. But the more I read about both accidents, the more utterly fascinated I became by the parallels between them. The
Princess Sophia
is the
Titanic
of the west coast; yet her journey into obscurity was greatly accelerated by the end of the Great War; the war that, people hoped, would be the War to End All Wars.

Our knowledge of what happened on board during those two grim days
Princess Sophia
spent stranded on Vanderbilt Reef comes from the passengers aboard her, and from those who had the most fleeting encounters with her crew. These included her would-be rescuers who kept their ships nearby in absolutely atrocious weather, sometimes at great risk to their own vessels and personal safety. Passengers wrote letters, some of which were discovered when the ship foundered. Wireless conversations, recorded in Juneau and preserved for all time, also provide brief glimpses into what life was like on board.

Many books about the
Princess Sophia
focus on the trial and the aftermath of the sinking. We don't know every detail of what happened on board, but there's enough witness testimony to put together a substantial part of the puzzle. From there it's possible to fill in the blanks to surmise what exactly happened on board during those two awful days stranded upon Vanderbilt Reef. On the second evening she slipped silently and suddenly into the churning ocean that had been trying to claim her, hidden by a raging snowstorm that only seemed to intensify during her greatest hour of need. She took 343 passengers and crew down with her that night.

At least, we think she did. The official court documents and accident proceedings — which wouldn't be finalized until over a decade after the accident occurred and are contested to this day — continuously pegged the number of souls on board at 343, despite the passenger and crew lists being fraught with errors. Additional crewmembers were brought on board in Skagway to cover for crew who had fallen ill with influenza. They are not recorded on the official list. Many of the Chinese crewmembers who worked aboard the
Princess Sophia
on her final voyage were posthumously (and, today, insensitively) lumped into a single category: “12 Chinamen in steward's department.” Either way it's likely there were at least 350 souls on board that final voyage — and that the exact final number will never be known.

If the lists of souls on board could best be described as inaccurate, deciphering a timeline of events in the sinking of the
Princess Sophia
is almost an exercise in pure torture. Alaskan Standard Time is one hour behind Pacific Standard Time that Victoria and Vancouver use. To complicate matters, despite the fact that she spent the majority of her time in Alaskan waters,
Princess Sophia
's clocks were continually set one hour ahead, on Pacific Standard Time.
[1]
To help keep things organized, I've standardized all times to Alaskan Standard and not Pacific Standard. In most cases, times given are based on either eyewitness accounts, inquiry testimony, or wireless message records. In a few instances, they're close approximations that I've come to by averaging out the different sources of information. In retelling the events that took place both on board and ashore, I've tried to keep things in chronological order. Establishing this order was, once again, a bit of a jigsaw thanks to differences in time and conflicting witness testimony.

The
Star Princess
proved to be a much easier beast to research — though even then, with a full accident report issued in 1997 by the National Transportation Safety Board, questions still remain, and answers are elusive. Twenty years have passed since that incident occurred, and many of the key players have either retired or passed on during that time.

Besides the books and the accident reports and the hundreds upon hundreds of pages of testimony and legal wrangling that went on in courts on both sides of the border for both incidents, seeing really is believing. I'd taken six separate voyages to Alaska in the past decade, but it was only on my seventh voyage that I managed to finally glimpse Vanderbilt Reef. When the ship I was travelling on passed it in the early hours of the morning the sky was still dark. The reef now has a small tower with a beacon on it. According to the
Juneau Empire
, it's apparently a great place to catch halibut.
[2]

In all honesty, I have a hard time picturing the
Princess Sophia
sitting on that impossibly small outcrop of rocks. We sailed straight past it, safely, just like every modern cruise ship that travels between Juneau and Skagway during the busy summer Alaska cruise season. I watched from my balcony on the ship as the reef disappeared from view. It was like seeing a ghost. Somewhere, beneath that murky black sea, her remains still lie.

What isn't difficult to picture is the storm. The weather in Alaska changes in a heartbeat, and the winds that whip down Lynn Canal can be ferocious. I've seen many a cruise passenger lose their hat upon departure from Skagway. Even a sunny July departure can drive people back into the warmth of the ship, where they're sheltered from the howling wind. Just like it did in 1918, strong winds frequently slam into cruise ships departing in the late evening and can roar right down Broadway and up into the White Pass.

The dramatic events that befell
Princess Sophia
in Lynn Canal would culminate in the worst maritime disaster in the history of both Alaska and British Columbia. The tragedy that claimed the lives of every man, woman, and child aboard the
Princess Sophia
would be overshadowed mere weeks later by the end of the First World War, their lives forgotten by the jubilation of a world that was happy to finally be at peace.

Perhaps worst of all, a similar disaster would nearly befall a modern cruise ship traversing the same stretch of Lynn Canal some seventy-six years later. On a routine Alaska cruise in the summer of 1995, on an evening completely dissimilar from the raging snowstorm that in part doomed the
Princess Sophia
, and aided by the latest navigation equipment, Princess Cruises'
810-foot
-long
Star Princess
had just completed an operational manoeuvre in the middle of the canal, designed to slow her estimated arrival time in Juneau to keep her on schedule. During this mundane course correction, performed in total darkness with no other vessels in sight, another, equally routine, event occurred: a change of watch between the two Alaska state pilots assigned to
Star Princess
during her time in Alaskan waters.

The events that occurred just after two in the morning on June 24, 1995, would threaten more than just her schedule. It would shake her experienced officers and the state-licenced pilot assigned to guide
Star Princess
safely through Alaskan waters, and thrust both Lynn Canal and the
Princess Sophia
into the spotlight again. Despite the fact that
Star Princess
would be treated to a happy ending, the similarities between the two events are the stuff mystery and fiction writers love: Both vessels departed Skagway on the twenty-third day of the month. Both vessels departed in the evening, from almost the same pier, at nearly the same time. Both were new,
state-of
-
the
-art ships, with highly competent crews, heading south through Lynn Canal.

Like many unfortunate events, neither was the result of a single, catastrophic error in judgement. They were caused by an intricate chain of events, coincidences, and mistakes so small and insignificant that neither crew realized they were in any danger until they were well past the point of no return. Both felt they could handle the weather; both felt they knew where they were.

This is the story of two ships, two eras, and the skilled men who seriously misjudged North America's deepest fjord.

Aaron Saunders

Vancouver, British Columbia

March 1, 2015

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