Mike and Ann have met the Bahamas officer only once. They flew to Los Angeles on March 25 to meet the ship as it arrived back. The Disney people showed them the CCTV footage and introduced them to the policeman.
“I asked him, ‘Are you going back on the ship now?’” Mike said. “He said, ‘No, I’m going back to the Bahamas.’ I thought, ‘Hang on, you only got to the ship on Friday.’ He had just Saturday there and that was it. The passengers weren’t questioned.”
“Not at all?” I asked.
“No. Not many of the crew, either,” Ann said.
I told Mike and Ann that I would book myself onto the cruise, ask a few questions, just see what I could find out. They said they’d be pleased for whatever help they could get.
In the atrium on deck 3, passengers queue for Mickey Mouse’s autograph. I overhear an adult passenger ask a crew member, “Exactly how many Mickey Mouse symbols are there on board?” He looks taken aback. There are about twenty within our immediate vicinity—art deco mouse ears on the frosted-glass doorways, swirly mouse ears on the carpet. “I don’t know,” he replies. The passenger looks annoyed that his question can’t be answered. “I can point out some hidden Mickeys,” the crew member adds. It’s a Disney tradition to embed tiny mouse symbols into the architecture. Fans love to spot them.
I wander into one of the bars and get talking to a waiter. “What’s it like working here?” I ask.
“It’s all about the show,” he replies. “When you’re out among the guests, you’re always on show. Even if you’re a waiter, or a cleaner, or a deckhand.”
“How long have you been on board?” I ask.
“Seven months. I’ll be going home in forty days—forty-four, to be exact.” He laughs. “Seven months is long enough. Being away from your family is hard.”
“Were you on board when Rebecca Coriam vanished?” I ask.
“I don’t know anything about it,” he says. There’s a long silence. “It didn’t happen,” he says. He looks at me. “You know that’s the answer I have to give.”
It’s a beautiful, clear night outside on deck 4. Ahead of us are the lights of another cruise ship. A few days later—when we reach Puerto Vallarta—I spot it again. It’s called the Carnival Spirit. Forty-three people have vanished from Carnival cruises since 2000. Theirs is the worst record of all cruise companies. There have been 171 disappearances in total, across all cruise lines, since 2000. Rebecca is Disney’s first. A few days ago, Rebecca’s father e-mailed me: “Would like to inform you the number of people missing this year has just gone up to 17. A guy has gone missing in the Gulf of Mexico. The Carnival Conquest.” By the time I get off this ship, the figure will have gone up to 19.
When someone vanishes from a cruise ship, one of the first things that happens to their family members is they receive a call from an Arizona man named Kendall Carver. “When you become a victim, you think you’re the only person in the world,” Carver told me on the phone. “Well, the Coriams found out they aren’t alone. Almost every two weeks someone goes overboard.”
Carver says the numbers have reached epidemic proportions and nobody realizes it because it’s in the industry’s power to hush it up. He lost his own daughter, Merrian, back in August 2004, from the Celebrity Mercury. Even though the cabin steward reported her missing on day two, Carver said, no alarm was ever raised. “He reported her missing daily and they told him to forget it.”
So the chocolates piled up on her pillow. When the Mercury docked in Vancouver—as Carver later testified at a U.S. Senate subcommittee hearing—nobody from the ship said anything: not to the police, the FBI, nobody. They just quietly placed Merrian’s belongings in storage, then gave them to charity. “If we hadn’t eventually traced her to that ship, she would have vanished,” he said.
At the time, Celebrity Cruises issued a statement saying, “Regrettably, there is very little a cruise line, a resort or a hotel can do to prevent someone from committing suicide.” But as Carver points out, the case is still open. Later the company added, “There is probably nothing we or any company could do that would make the parents feel the company had acted sensitively enough.”
Now Carver leads a lobby group called International Cruise Victims. Over the phone, he told me theories of murder, negligence, and cover-ups. Sometimes he sounded angry and xenophobic; at other times he was compelling.
“Think of where those cruise workers are from,” he said. “They’re low-paid, from Third World countries, on those ships for nine months at a time. The sexual crime rate is fifty percent higher than in the average American city.”
It’s true that passengers on just one ship—the Carnival Valor—reported nine sexual assaults to the FBI in less than one year. “You’re on a ship,” Carver said. “There’s no police. Once you leave the port, you’re in international waters. Who do you think is attracted to working on those ships?”
“Do you think your daughter was murdered?”
“The answer’s yes,” he said. “That’s the story among the crew.” He paused. “Put murder to one side. Just think about the drinking. Royal Caribbean has just started a policy of unlimited drinks for one price. Celebrity is doing it.”
I don’t think drunkenness is an issue on the Disney Wonder. You’d have to drink a frozen piña colada the size of a glacier to get drunk, such are the measly measures they serve here.
“There’s a man in Ireland had a fifteen-year-old daughter,” Carver said. “One cruise served her eight drinks in an hour. She went to the balcony and threw up and went overboard. She was gone.”
He’s talking about Lynsey O’Brien, who went missing on January 5, 2006, while on a cruise with her family off the Mexican coast. The cruise liner, Costa Magica, conducted its own investigation into her disappearance and decided there was “no evidence of an accidental fall,” that Lynsey had shown the bartender ID stating that she was twenty-three years old, and that her death was caused by “underage drinking.” While they “continued to extend their deepest sympathy” to the family, they claimed their report cleared them of any wrongdoing.
“In other corporations, police get involved,” Carver said. “On cruise ships they have, quote, security officers, but they work for the cruise lines. They aren’t going to do anything when the lines get sued. We came to the conclusion cover-up is the standard operating procedure.” He paused. “And the Coriam girl. Where is the CCTV footage?”
According to articles published at the time of Rebecca’s disappearance, in the Los Angeles Times and Cruise Law News, Disney claims to have no footage of Rebecca going overboard. They refuse to “disclose the number of CCTV cameras or their locations for security reasons.”
“If there’s a video that shows your daughter going overboard,” Carver said, “that’s the end of the story. There’s no way someone can go off a ship and it not be recorded.”
At 7:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning, I stand on deck 4 as we pass the stretch of ocean where Rebecca went missing. A school of dolphins leap into the air, doing backflips. Passengers around me gasp. A young crew member from Ireland passes and I ask her about life in the crew cabins. “It’s like being inside Harry Potter’s closet,” she replies.
She means it’s magical, but tiny and dark. Their cabins are windowless, below sea level, like steel boxes. Crew members are contracted to work seven days a week for four-, six-, or eight-month stretches (according to how high up the ladder they are) before being allowed a few months off. At 10:00 p.m. one night, I see some women from Rebecca’s department, Youth Activities, playing with kids on the stairs. It seems they’re on duty as long as there are kids who need entertaining. A former member of staff, Kim Button, has written a blog about life on the Wonder: “I don’t think it’s possible to imagine how tiny a crew room is without actually seeing it! Seriously, your mind can’t even fathom such things. We had staff meetings at 2am, the only time when one of us wasn’t working, so even if your work day ended at 10pm, you couldn’t get much sleep because you had to be in a meeting at 2am. . . . The crew pool is literally one of the few places where crew members can just hang out and be themselves, without fear of acting improperly in front of guests.”