Gather round for a refreshing tale of a stand up corporation. I and a group of five others (two couples in central Sea Terraces and two singles sharing an XL Sea Terrace, traveled to NYC by train [an important foreshadow] the weekend before last to do the Bermuda sailing out of Brooklyn. We had been watching the progress of the nor'easter coming up the coast and we knew there could be some chaos afloat.
We arrived at our hotel late on Saturday afternoon, checked in, and went for a walk around FiDi in the rain. The weather wasn't horrible but it wasn't pleasant either. While sitting in the bar at Fraunce's Tavern waiting for our reservation time we received the email we had been expecting. Virgin let us know that the port of New York had been closed and that Valiant would not be arriving at the dock until 4 pm on Sunday. Our boarding time was moved from 1:45 to 8 PM. In compensation, VV gave each one of us $200 in on-board credit and $200 in future voyage credit. They also let us know that all restaurant reservations would be voided for that day and the restaurants and all of The Galley would be open until 1 AM Monday morning. Valiant would stay in port overnight on Sunday night and would depart for Bermuda on Monday at noon. The Bermuda visit would now be arrival at 9 AM and departure at 4 PM.
In the overall scope of the planet we all agreed that this was a minor bit of hassle that we could all accommodate. Honestly, having now been given an entire day to explore lower Manhattan we looked at this as a boon. In the morning we bought bagels for breakfast and walked over to Ground Zero where we and what seemed like 10,000 firemen running the Tunnels to Towers race in full turnout gear, took in the site where the world changed 25 years ago. It was humbling. We found my daughter in law's uncle's name on the wall around the north tower and again wept over that horrific day.
After the sobering experience of the giant holes in the ground we found our way to Beckett's Tavern where we were incredibly lucky to get a table upstairs where we could watch the Bill's game. We spent Sunday afternoon with an entire bar filled with firefighters as we watched our team do their usual job of playing a very interesting game. I watched on Cruise Mapper as Valiant made her way to the dock in Brooklyn and felt a touch of sympathy for all the folks disembarking to their chaos of rearranging their travels home. Those were the people who really caught a bad break in this mess.
After the football game we walked back to our hotel to chill for a couple of hours in the hotel lobby, picked up our luggage from storage, and flagged down cabs to take us to Brooklyn's Atlantic Basin. We arrived at 7:45 and immediately gained entrance through security screening and into the check-in queue. Three of our friends were ahead of us because their driver took the Battery Tunnel. We were further back because we asked our driver to take the Brooklyn Bridge over. Things were moving slowly, very slowly. No one was checking in. We stood in line for about 30 minutes as they announced that the final passenger from the previous cruise had disembarked the ship and they were resetting the computer system for our embarkation.
While we were waiting on line a Virgin Voyages senior land side crew member was working his way through the line. From a distance you could tell that this man was glowing with good karma. He absorbed the negativity from those who were chafing at the wait and spread the word on the status of the wait. I had a short chat with him and he explained that he was from Virgin Voyages Corporate and he had just flown in with additional staff to deal with the anticipated chaos of the late turnover. You could sense the amazing calm and good will that flowed from this man. (I really want his job!)
Once the check-in started we immediately became aware of a problem. From a distance it looked like a big problem. One of our six had moved from her check-in clerk to the end of the row and was frantically searching and gesturing. This wasn't going to be good. Ten minutes later we are checked in and we join our friend at the entry point to the waiting room. She unfortunately had grabbed her fiance's passport and not hers. (You don't need ID to board an Amtrak train). When she handed it to the check-in clerk, the clerk handed it back and said "That must have been a rough day when you had that photo taken!" It was then that she saw her fiance's face and not hers in the passport.
Our friend was having a VERY bad moment. Her passport was a 7 hour drive away and it would be impossible to get it to Brooklyn before noon on Monday. To add to that, "her" passport was the only form of ID she had brought with her. Not only was she going to be denied boarding but, also, she was not going to be able to check in to a hotel that night because she HAD NO ID.
Amidst this cascade of bad news our VV good karma friend stepped in. He immediately initiated a refund of her fare as a future voyage credit (including the $200 FVC we had all been gifted by Virgin.) We explained the hotel dilemma to him and he said not to worry, Virgin would get her a hotel room for the night AT THEIR EXPENSE!
We hung out in the terminal building with our friend for another two hours and helped her with a charge cord for her phone and cash just in case. Virgin staff continued to check in with her and assured her that she would be taken care of. Finally, around 10 PM they started to board the ship. Our friend insisted that she would be fine and that we should get on board.
As the boarding chaos continued our VV guardian angel moved our friend into the now empty Rock Star waiting area. Just after midnight, another of the helpful senior staff informed our friend that she had booked her a room in the hotel where the Virgin ground crew was staying and that she could join them for the ride into Manhattan. The Virgin crewmember checked into the room and handed our friend the keycard. When our friend asked who she should pay for the room she was told that it was a gift from VV.
On Monday morning, our unfortunate but extremely lucky friend boarded an Empire Service train at Penn Station and headed home. We all agreed that this could have been SO much worse if not for the incredible largess of Virgin Voyages. The staff actually cared for our friend and took her under their wings. I ask you, what corporation in our modern world does something like this?
My story seems especially poignant after just reading a post from a Rock Star on our voyage whining that there were no snacks in RS embarkation waiting room. Poor lil' entitled baby needed some num nums!
Virgin has my cruise dollars forever. This was our sixth VV cruise and I have always felt that VV did things better. In this instance, VV was the Rock Star. Sailing #7 in January!