The kindness of strangers...
I was desperate. At the first 'all ship' meeting, I stood up and declared, 'My name is Evelyn, the missing orange bag is mine. If anybody has any spare clothes my size, would you please share with me.'
That was the smartest thing I could have done. For the next three days there was an outpouring of good will and empathy. Passengers came laden with socks, underwear, pants, a warm jacket and assorted T-shirts.
A constant stream of travellers stopped at my table in the dining room to inquire if the bag had been located. They offered even more 'stuff' if I needed it.