Yuck. One of the funniest experiences I had going to the Rosalie Marie was when my co-worker stopped at the pilot house door. He put his index finger over his mouth and said "Sshh!". I was a bit perplexed until he pointed out the Dymo labeler label over the door. It read "No one aloud in the pilot house".
My saddest day with the fleet also involved the Rosalie Marie. I had finished checking all the PA mic stations before leaving the boat. That included the station in the shaft alley midway to the stern and between the fish wells. The shaft alley has the plumbing for all the anhydrous ammonia pipes used to cool the fish wells. Apparently the cook observed my truck headed back to the shop. In the time it took me to get to the office, the cook decided he needed to double check my work. When he got to the shaft alley station, an ammonia line blew. I heard the call for an ambulance on VHF channel 16 to go to the Rosalie Marie. It was later that day that I heard the cook was killed by the ammonia. It was a dangerous line of work. But for the grace of God, I might have been standing with the cook doing those checks.