From their hideaways in South America, it would have been easy for the Nazis to slink away down to New Swabia and establish the Fourth Reich.

They boyle it alſo, and after dry it and bray it, and of this bran, with egges, hony, milke, and butter of Cocos, they make Florentines, and verie good belly-timber.

There is an hour or two, after the passengers have embarked, which is disquieting and fussy.[…]Passengers wander restlessly about or hurry, with futile energy, from place to place. Pushing men hustle each other at the windows of the purser's office, under pretence of expecting letters or despatching telegrams.

And, as Weaver noted, there wasn't any toilet paper on the shelves—all due to what some are calling coronaphobia.