CHAPTER ONE
A wave of excited, enthusiastic adulation followed Lusitania out of New York harbor-a distant echo of a fine, early summer day nine years earlier, when another expectant crowd had gathered along the banks of Scotland's River Clyde. Then, the usual sounds of shouted orders, melding metal, and ceaseless hammering of rivets at the John Brown Shipyard had temporarily fallen silent, replaced by the rousing strains of "Rule Britannia." Gentlemen in frock coats or dark uniforms awash with shining medals had stood with ladies dressed in summer pastels, their faces shielded from the sun by wide picture hats adorned with flowers and a kaleidoscope of twirling parasols. All eyes gazed on the black-hulled vessel dwarfing the slipway. At half-past noon, a bottle of champagne cracked across her stately bow as she received the name Lusitania.(1) At the time of her launch, she was the largest, fastest, and most magnificent ocean liner in the world.
It was the Golden Age of the Steamship, a time when travel was not merely the means to an end but an end in itself. "How you traveled was who you were," and Lusitania was meant to attract the era's wealthy and well connected.(2) The funereal gloom of Queen Victoria's long reign had given way to an age of undisguised pleasures under her son King Edward VII. Aristocrats and millionaires bought their clothing in Belle Époque Paris and dined at Maxim's or at the Ritz; adorned themselves with tiaras and jewelry from Cartier and Fabergé; "took the waters" at Marienbad, Baden-Baden, and Bad Homburg; and gambled away fortunes at Monte Carlo's baize-covered tables. They shouted for their favorite horses at Longchamp, Ascot, and the Derby; yachted at Cowes and Kiel alongside Kaiser Wilhelm II; basked in the sunshine of Deauville, Biarritz, and Nice; and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of grouse, partridge, and pheasant at autumn shooting parties on vast country estates. With an almost frenzied delirium, people read Sigmund Freud, Rainer Maria Rilke, and Arthur Rimbaud; took coffee in Vienna's Art Nouveau cafés; watched the exotic dances of Serge Diaghilev's Ballets Russes and Isadora Duncan; and listened to the lyrical and cacophonous music of Gustav Mahler, Richard Strauss, Maurice Ravel, and Igor Stravinsky.
Fashionable society was constantly on the move. From New York, London, Berlin, and St. Petersburg, they traveled on liners and aboard luxurious private railway cars seeking diversion. An ocean voyage beckoned the elite with promises of romance, glamour, and luxury. It was not uncommon for a First Class passenger to travel with a dozen steamer trunks and pieces of luggage, hatboxes, and jewelry cases. Some brought their own maids and valets to tend to their needs while aboard ship; others refused to travel without their own lace pillows, imported linens, and favorite pets. The most exacting even dispatched cases of wine and champagne, or trunks filled with special delicacies, carefully stowed in the ship's vast refrigerators so that they could be enjoyed throughout the voyage.(3) These passengers wanted all the comforts of their mansions or country estates while at sea; mahogany-paneled drawing rooms, smoking rooms with crackling fires, and immense dining saloons offered elegant reassurance. Those from the Old World appreciated the air of tradition, with an attentive staff of deferential British waiters and stewards to look after them; Americans wanted not merely luxury but the latest innovations at sea: elevators, swimming baths, telephones, and, above all, speed.
Lusitania had been built to satisfy both the traditionalists and the modernists, though she owed her life to the more prosaic concerns of British pride and maritime supremacy. Since the advent of regular and reliable commercial transatlantic passenger service in 1818, countries and companies had vied with each other to offer the fastest crossing times. Great Britain had seemingly cornered the honor, and few ships proved to be as quick or as reliable as those belonging to the Cunard Steamship Company. Founded in 1838 by Halifax businessman Samuel Cunard to win mail contracts and subsidized by generous governmental loans, the line established an early dominance when, in 1840, its ship Britannia crossed the Atlantic in a record twelve days. Her feat won Britanniathe fabled Blue Riband, an unofficial honor awarded to the fastest crossing between Great Britain and North America. Vessels belonging to the Collins, Inman, and White Star lines challenged Cunard over the next half century, but in the 1890s the company reclaimed its premier position with Campania and Lucania, ships whose speed cut the time at sea to just over five days.(4)
Then the Germans entered the game. The first of Queen Victoria's seemingly endless swarm of grandchildren, Kaiser Wilhelm II had always felt torn between ingratiating himself-often annoyingly-to his British relatives and insisting on Teutonic superiority in all things. Starting in 1898, a string of Norddeutscher Lloyd and Hamburg-Amerika Line vessels-marked with distinctive paired funnels and larger, more luxurious, and faster than their British counterparts-seized the Blue Riband and threatened perpetual dominance of the transatlantic trade.(5)
Things came to a head in 1902, when American financier J. P. Morgan purchased a controlling interest in both the Hamburg-Amerika and Norddeutscher Lloyd lines as well as in Britain's White Star Line for his International Mercantile Marine.(6) Soon, Morgan was pressing to buy Cunard-the only large shipping company still exclusively in British hands. The proposal sent shockwaves through the British Admiralty. The Royal Navy needed complete control over a fleet of liners that, in the event of a war, could be requisitioned and converted to troop transports or armed cruisers. With this in mind, the Admiralty partnered with Cunard and subsidized construction of two new liners. Cunard was given £2.6 million, which was to be repaid in annual installments over twenty years at the exceptionally low interest rate of 2.75 percent (the customary rate was 5 percent); in addition, the government would give Cunard an annual operating stipend of some £75,000 for each vessel and another £68,000 for carrying the mail. Provisions in the agreement demanded that the liners be capable of maintaining an average speed of 25 knots; that the Admiralty approve all plans; and that the vessels be subject to government requisition in time of war.(7)
From 1904 to 1907, work went on at a furious pace. At first, Lusitania and her sister ship, Mauretania, were to feature only three funnels, in contrast to their German rivals; however, passengers associated speed with the number of smokestacks, and so a fourth was added.(8) The Admiralty demanded that all engine and boiler rooms, as well as steering mechanisms, be placed below the waterline, where they would be safe from shelling if the vessel saw military action. There were four boiler rooms situated in the main section of the ship, with the forward space reserved for cargo and the engine rooms located aft. The designers abandoned the customary reciprocating engines in favor of new steam-driven turbines; twenty-five coal-fueled boilers, fired by 192 furnaces, could produce 68,000 horsepower to drive the four bronze propellers-faster than any other ship afloat. Lateral bulkheads divided her into twelve main watertight compartments, any two of which could be flooded without risk to the ship; thirty-five hydraulic watertight doors sealed them off, and a double bottom added further protection. Coal bunkers lined the ship's hull for two thirds of its length, providing longitudinal bulkheads as an additional safeguard.(9)
Everything about the finished Lusitania was both revolutionary and enormous. More than 4 million rivets studded the 26,000 steel plates composing her 782-foot, 2-inch hull; her anchor chains each weighed just over 10 tons. Over 200 miles of electric wiring snaked through the vessel, supplying power to more than 5,000 individual lights. At 31,550 tons, she became the world's largest ship, capable of carrying 2,198 passengers and 827 members of her crew.(10) On her trials, she managed a record speed of 26.7 knots; vibration from the turbine propellers, though, violently shook the Second Class accommodations located in the stern.(11) The space had to be completely redone, with new supports disguised as columns and ornamental arches in a not entirely successful effort to stabilize the accommodations.(12)
On her maiden voyage in 1907, Lusitania barely missed capturing the Blue Riband. She won it a month later, crossing from Liverpool to New York in 4 days, 19 hours, and 52 minutes. Her sister ship, Mauretania, bettered even this, though in 1909-after her triple-bladed screws were replaced with four-bladed propellers-Lusitaniaagain took the title of fastest ship in the world. Her triumph was short-lived: in a month, Mauretania permanently reclaimed the title.(13)
Lusitania plied the Atlantic for seven years, collecting accolades and attracting a glittering, international clientele. In time, larger, more luxurious vessels challenged Lusitania's primacy: White Star Line's Olympic and, briefly,Titanic, along with Hamburg-Amerika's trio of massive liners, Imperator, Vaterland, and Bismarck, and even Cunard's own Aquitania of 1914. Yet Lusitania had a special appeal: she was, said one lady, "the most wonderful thing on the sea."(14) She was the floating embodiment of the Edwardian Era's Indian summer, a halcyon age that seemed destined to last forever.
Then came the summer of 1914, when a Serbian nationalist assassinated Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, and his morganatic wife during their visit to Sarajevo. Austrian and Serbian diplomats traded pointed accusations, but few people actually believed that the assassination would lead to anything more dangerous than some incautious saber rattling. After all, they reasoned, there had been no major European war for more than four decades. Austria, not surprisingly, wanted the Serbian government-which had aided the assassination-punished, and appealed to her ally Kaiser Wilhelm II for German support. Serbia, little more than a Russian protectorate, invoked their shared Slav heritage and turned to Tsar Nicholas II. "Willy" and "Nicky" exchanged increasingly frantic telegrams, each imploring the other to exercise restraint as they mobilized their armies. Agreements and ententes steadily pushed nation after nation toward the abyss: by the first week of August, Great Britain, France, and Russia were at war with Germany and Austria-Hungary.
The Great War, most people had optimistically believed, would be over by Christmas. Naive enthusiasm characterized its first months: the brightest young men of their generation enlisted amid patriotic calls to arms, cheered by frenzied crowds toward miserable deaths in muddy wastelands. Yet the war did not end: Russian efforts in the east and French resistance along the Marne confused the carefully wrought plans of German generals. A deadly game of stalemate descended over trenches scarring the continent from Belgium to East Prussia; ugly barbed wire stretched for hundreds of miles, weaving through field and forest as artillery whizzed through the air and the desolate scenes rang with the incessant rattle of machine guns. Even civilians far away from the front lived in fear as airplanes buzzed the skies and zeppelins dropped bombs on the unsuspecting. By the spring of 1915, over three million soldiers lay dead.
The British Admiralty had subsidized Lusitania and Mauretania on the understanding that, in the event of war, they could be requisitioned and converted to troop transports or armed auxiliary merchant cruisers. Admiral Sir John "Jackie" Fisher, who ruled the Admiralty as First Sea Lord, and First Lord Winston Churchill, representing the cabinet, heartily disliked each other, but they did agree on one thing: Lusitania was unfit for war service. She was simply too large and it took too much coal to maintain her record speeds. Although still classed as a reserve merchant cruiser by the British Royal Navy, and listed as such in the latest editions of Jane's Fighting Ships andBrassey's Naval Annual, Lusitania returned to regular service.(15)
Cunard later insisted that it operated Lusitania "as a public service" during the war, and that the company did so without expecting any profit.(16) To save money, it shut down one of her boiler rooms, reducing her top speed from 26 to 21 knots.(17) This wasn't a secret: before leaving New York on Saturday, Captain Turner told reporters that she would be operating "under three sections of boilers, and will average about 22 knots if the weather is fine."(18) Yet Cunard didn't advertise the fact, and many passengers heard contrary information. "When buying my ticket," said Michael Byrne, "I was told that the Lusitania would make 25 or 28 knots an hour when we would sight the Irish coast."(19) Even as Turner stood on the liner talking about his slower speed, Cunard agent Charles Sumner on the pier below him was spewing disinformation, perhaps to assuage nervous passengers. Lusitania, he assured everyone, would be safe from any submarine, as she would run at a speed of 25 knots.(20)
Lusitania might be Cunard's liner, but as soon as she was three miles off the British or American coasts, she fell under Admiralty jurisdiction. "Not only has the Admiralty assumed charge of our line," Charles Stead, advertising manager for Cunard, later said, "but it has made this control so absolute that we have even been unable to reach our own vessels by wireless for any purpose."(21) All communication went through the Admiralty-suggestions, warnings, and instructions on how to navigate Lusitania through the waters off the Irish coast.
And those waters represented a potentially lethal threat. For eight months, Great Britain and Germany had escalated the war at sea. Britain had always prided herself on her naval superiority; the Kaiser's new fleet ofUnterseeboote, or U-boats, offered a surprisingly deadly challenge. Few had initially regarded them as a serious threat. Lord Fisher had tried to warn his Admiralty colleagues, but to no avail: U-boats were largely untested, their capabilities crude, and their effectiveness in doubt. The very idea of prowling about beneath the water, attacking and destroying without direct confrontation, somehow seemed so ungentlemanly. Having dismissed the threat, Great Britain was now learning that these U-boats could be fearsome, deadly hunters. In a letter to his German counterpart, Grand Admiral Alfred von Tirpitz, an exasperated Lord Fisher assured him, "I don't blame you for this submarine business. I'd have done it myself."(22)
At first, the war at sea followed a gentlemanly set of informal regulations known as the Cruiser Rules, codified by The Hague Conventions in 1899 and 1907. An armed ship or U-boat encountering an enemy merchant vessel was expected to give warning either by a shot across the bow or by semaphore flags. The challenged ship was to stop and allow a search of its cargo; if no contraband was discovered, she could proceed. If she was found to be carrying munitions or war matériel, her crew and any passengers were to be allowed sufficient time to abandon ship before she was sunk. Merchant vessels were also obliged to follow certain rules: they were not to display false or neutral flags; they were not allowed to actively resist search or sinking; they were not allowed to flee from a challenge; and they were not allowed a military or an armed escort. Any of these actions meant that the challenged vessel lost its immunity and was not subject to warning before destruction.(23)
Such niceties may seem absurd in a time of war, yet in the first months of the conflict, as one author noted, with "typically Teutonic passion for legality" U-boats diligently followed the Cruiser Rules when they encountered enemy vessels, surfacing, firing warning shots, and allowing ample time for passengers and crew to abandon ship before sinking it.(24) Then, in January 1915, the Admiralty made a momentous, and ultimately fatal, decision.
That month, the Admiralty issued secret orders that not only violated the Cruiser Rules but also ensured that Germany would respond in kind. In addition to disguising a vessel's name and company colors on her funnels, British ships were advised that flying the false flags of neutral countries would confuse the enemy; "it is not in any way dishonorable," instructions insisted. If possible, merchant ships should fire on suspected enemy submarines, even if they had not yet signaled intent or challenged the vessel. Captains were not to stop if challenged by a submarine; any captain who disobeyed would be court-martialed. Instead, they were to evade submarines by any means necessary, including firing upon them or ramming them at top speed without warning.(25) Britain, it was said, not only "ruled the waves, but waived the rules."(26)
These orders seem logical, especially in a time of war, yet they clearly violated the Cruiser Rules. With them, the Admiralty arguably abandoned any expectation that Germany would follow rules that the British themselves willfully ignored. U-boats could no longer safely surface and fire a warning shot for fear of being rammed or fired upon. A neutral flag was no longer a guarantee of neutrality. It was no longer possible for a U-boat to give warning: to do so risked destruction of vessel and crew.(27) Later, Winston Churchill admitted as much, writing that, by forcing U-boats to operate in this way, Great Britain guaranteed that there was a "greater risk of mistaking neutral for British ships, and of drowning neutral crews and thus embroiling Germany with other Great Powers."(28)
Germany learned of these instructions a few days after they were issued, when it captured a British vessel and found the communiqué.(29) The previous autumn, Great Britain had declared the entire North Sea a war zone and mined the approaches; in the spring of 1915, she declared all foodstuffs to be contraband; nearly 750,000 Germans eventually perished in this attempt to starve their country into submission.(30) On February 4, 1915, the German government answered with its own declaration:
The waters around Great Britain and Ireland, including the whole of the English Channel, are hereby declared to be a war zone. From February 18 onward, every enemy merchant vessel encountered in this zone will be destroyed, nor will it always be possible to avert the danger thereby threatened to the crew and passengers. Neutral vessels will also run a risk in the war zone because, in view of the hazards of sea warfare and the British authorization of January 31 of the misuse of neutral flags, it may not always be possible to prevent attacks on enemy ships without harming neutral ships.(31)
In response, President Woodrow Wilson warned that there would be "strict accountability" if a German submarine destroyed an "American vessel or the lives of American citizens."(32)
An air of tension now surrounded Lusitania's crossings-something only heightened by the German notice in New York City newspapers that first Saturday in May. Responsibility for this ship, her cargo, and the lives of 1,965 passengers and crew rested heavily on Captain William Turner's stout shoulders. Just a few months earlier, Cunard had picked him to helm Lusitania in the aftermath of an international incident. In February, returning to Great Britain from New York, Lusitania had followed Admiralty instructions and flown a false flag-in this case, the Stars and Stripes. Germany immediately protested, and President Wilson was himself none too pleased at this breach of maritime law. Daniel Dow, Lusitania's captain, first suggested that he had been entitled to fly the American flag because his ship carried mail from that country; when this didn't convince, he insisted that Americans on the vessel had begged him to fly the flag for their own safety.(33) The resulting controversy proved too much for the nervous Dow, and Cunard tapped Turner to take command.(34)
Turner loved the sea: it was in his blood. His father was a naval captain from Liverpool, but he wanted his son to be "respectable," and pushed for him to enter the Church. "How the old boy ever got such a notion," Turner's son Norman later said, "is beyond understanding, as anyone less likely to become a parson than my father would be hard to imagine." Declaring that he would never become "a devil dodger," the boy ran away to sea when he was thirteen.(35) The first ship on which Turner served foundered off the Irish coast. Despite this misfortune, Turner remained at sea. He joined Cunard in 1878 as fourth officer aboard Cherbourg; when Cherbourg accidentally collided with a smaller vessel Turner dove into the water and rescued two of the flailing crew members. On another occasion, Turner was swept overboard and literally fought back swarming sharks by punching them. That he was personally courageous no one doubted; in 1883, he also rescued a young boy who had fallen into the Mersey River, for which he received a medal for valor.(36)
In 1883 Turner wed his cousin Alice, who gave him two sons, Percy in 1885, and Norman in 1893, but the marriage eventually proved a failure. In 1903, Alice left, taking their two sons with her. Turner hired a young woman, Mabel Every, as his housekeeper, and the two soon became inseparable. Turner settled into a happy domestic routine, tending to his small garden and playing with his dog and cat. He was, Norman recalled, "a connoisseur of good food and wine, with a preference for German food," and enjoyed smoking his favorite pipe.(37)
Turner gradually rose through the ranks, receiving command of Cunard's liners Carpathia in 1904, Caronia in 1908, and Lusitania in 1910. Unlike other lines, Cunard tended to move its captains from one ship to another, and by 1913 Turner was at the helm of Mauretania. After being promoted to the rank of commander in the Royal Naval Reserve, Turner was given the new Aquitania when she made her maiden voyage to New York in 1914. A stint aboard the liner Transylvania followed, and in the spring of 1915 Turner was asked to replace the nervous Captain Dow aboard Lusitania.
A captain was expected not merely to safely navigate his ship but also to act as Cunard's official representative and host. It was his job to know his most important passengers, to pore over Who's Who, Burke's Peerage,society Blue Books, and the European Almanach de Gotha listing royalty and aristocrats. The most privileged passengers always demanded extraordinary consideration, from seating at the Captain's Table to special tours of the vessel. A captain, wrote one historian, had "to adjust disputes, pacify angry women, comfort frightened ones, and judge correctly just when to send one whose conduct is questionable to her room for the rest of the passage. He must know when to forbid the bartender to serve more liquor to a passenger who is drinking too much, and just when to post the notice in the smoking room that gamblers are on board. Passengers must not be antagonized unless they antagonize others more valuable to the company than themselves."(38)
Cunard believed in Turner, paying him a generous £1,000 a year, far more than most other captains received.(39)His crew held the gruff captain in great esteem, knowing that his strict, matter-of-fact manner ensured a tightly run ship.(40) Turner, one Lusitania passenger noted, was "not the picture postcard commodore of an Atlantic fleet." Instead, he seemed "a more ordinary type of old man, who wore, rather than carried, his gold braid as if conscious of his Sunday best."(41) Short and stocky, with "broad shoulders and powerful arms," Turner, said one comrade, was "a rugged old salt if ever there was one," a man known for being "taciturn and austere."(42)
Yet Turner failed miserably in the role of social butterfly. Many passengers, noted a guidebook, viewed a captain as "little more than a pleasant host," and vied with themselves to obtain seats at his table.(43) Turner loathed the social obligations accompanying his position, preferring to dine alone in his cabin rather than preside at his table in the Dining Saloon.(44) In private, he supposedly condemned most of his wealthy passengers as "bloody monkeys."(45)
With Turner purposely absenting himself as much as possible, it fell to the staff captain to serve as the ship's social leader.(46) Aboard Lusitania, this position was filled by forty-eight-year-old Liverpool native James Anderson. Known as "Jock," he was, said one acquaintance, "a man of sturdy character and fine knowledge of seamanship," someone whose genial nature better meshed with the expectations of the ship's privileged passengers.(47) Anderson, in turn, relied on his comrades to help tend to the passengers: Chief Officer John Piper; Extra Chief Officer John Stevens; First Officer Arthur Jones; Second Officer Percy Hefford, on his way to attend a relative's funeral; Senior Third Officer John Idwal Lewis; and recently married, twenty-four-year-old Dublin native Albert Bestic, who served as junior third officer.(48) Cunard laid down a series of rigid rules it expected its officers to follow, warning them not to drink with or become too friendly with the passengers and "on no account invite them to their cabins or vice-versa."(49)
Turner could rely on these officers, assured of their competence and loyalty. He couldn't be as certain when it came to his crew on this voyage. The demands of war had played havoc with the merchant fleet. When the conflict erupted, Cunard "lost all its Royal Naval Reserve and Fleet Reserve men" to the service. The lack of available capable seamen led Cunard to "take on the best men they could get, and to train them as well as might be in the time at their disposal."(50)
Eighteen-year-old Leslie Morton and his brother, John, were among those who signed on to Lusitania as last-minute deckhands. They had just spent several months at sea on "a particularly vicious passage," working their way from Liverpool to Australia and then to New York on the sailing ship Naiad. By the time they anchored in New York, both young men were exhausted. They also thought that the war would soon be over and wanting, "in our ignorance, to see something of it," decided to return to England. Their father wired them money for two Second Class fares aboard Lusitania, but a chance encounter with one of the liner's officers the night before sailing changed their minds.(51) "We have had ten of our deckhands run away this trip," the man told the brothers, adding, "I could use two boys like you." The Morton brothers told their comrades, and eventually talked several of the Naiad's crew into joining them as hands on Lusitania.(52)
The Morton brothers, though, still had the money their father had wired, some £60 in all.(53) "This was a really large sum of money, as it was in those days," Leslie recalled.(54) With a free night to enjoy in New York City, the brothers had spent every penny, "in luxurious if doubtful surroundings," as Leslie admitted.(55) At a bar Leslie had ordered a Manhattan cocktail; by the time he was on his second drink, things became blurry. He briefly awoke to find himself sitting on Broadway, a burly policeman eyeing him suspiciously and twirling his nightstick, but remembered nothing else until sunrise the next morning, when he and his brother made their way to the pier.Lusitania, he said, "seemed as large as a mountain" as the young men boarded her to join the crew. Leslie spent his days washing the decks and painting lifeboats; occasionally, he entertained curious passengers by tying intricate knots as they applauded his expertise.(56)
A war zone, enemy submarines, a makeshift crew-these things should have weighed on Turner's mind asLusitania cleared New York City, passed down the Hudson, and steamed past Ambrose Light toward the open Atlantic. As if these pressures weren't enough, Turner had spent the previous day ruminating about a captain's worst nightmare-the loss of his ship. Three years earlier, the confident superiority of the Edwardian Era, the perfectly ordered world of the Gilded Age, the invincibility of wondrous modern technology-it had all vanished one dark April night, when White Star Line's new Titanic struck an iceberg.
Edward Smith, like all good captains, had gone down with his ship; his actions largely escaped censure in the fevered accounting of heroic gentlemen and brave ladies who had met death in the frigid Atlantic. Not everyone was as forgiving: survivors and relatives of the disaster's victims sued White Star for negligence. And so, Captain William Turner had found himself sitting in the New York City law offices of Hunt, Hill & Betts, ready to opine on the tragedy. Turner knew something about helming liners, and his blunt words did little to help White Star's case. The "heroic" Captain Smith, he declared, had been "foolish" to run his ship at such a high speed. He'd been told that potential danger in the form of ice lay ahead in his path, and had ignored the warnings. The whole thing had been avoidable. Yet Turner was sure that nothing had been learned from the disaster. Sooner or later, another great liner would meet some unnecessary and perfectly avoidable tragic end: "It will happen again," he declared.(57)
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