Captain Sandy Yawn has been the branded as the most intense of all micromanagers. The Below Deck Mediterranean captain has a habit of inserting herself into any crew drama, and therefore into more camera time as well.
Maybe Sandy does this because she thinks it makes her a good leader. Certainly it’s a management style, but Captain Lee Rosbach can run a tight ship without watching over each dinner service or assigning cabins. So it could just for her own benefit that Sandy waltzes on screen at any opportunity, especially to the galley.
It was clear to Below Deck Mediterranean viewers that it was time for Hannah Ferrier to move on. She was chief stew since the series premiered, but seemed less and less enamored with her job. Hannah often butted heads with her superior Captain Sandy Yawn, who described her as, “checked-out.” Hannah was asked to leave the boat when valium was discovered in her possession.
Bugsy Drake took over like a breath of fresh air, and Hannah went home. It could have been a low point for Hannah, but she seemed ready for life back on land. Since filming for the show, Hannah hit many life milestones. She and boyfriend Josh welcomed daughter Ava, their first child together, in October. Hannah also celebrated her birthday on Sunday with her family, and got a very special surprise this year.
Anyone need a Valium? Truly, I don’t know how you could’ve gotten through Part 2 of the Below Deck Mediterranean reunion without anxiety. Or at the very least a substantial headache. Because as much as Hannah Ferrier‘s firing (rightfully) angered fans, I never want to hear the words “maritime law” again. Except, sorry, you’ll probably be forced to hear them a whole bunch in this last and final recap of the season.
The first half of Part 2 of the reunion all revolves around the drama between Hannah and Captain Sandy Yawn. Was Hannah’s vape pen for CBD or THC? The chief stew claims it was CBD for anxiety; the manufacturer claims it matches their THC pen. Ok, that doesn’t stop Hannah from insisting you can put whatever oil you want in the pen, and doubling down that it was CBD. Jessica More jumps in to add that she also had a CBD pen on board, which promptly sets Sandy off. But what’s the captain going to do? Fire her? And really, does anyone even care anymore at this point?
This is it, yachties. Congratulations. We’ve done it. We’ve reached the end of this seemingly never-ending charter season on Below Deck Mediterranean. Is it just me, or has it been the longest season in Below Deck history? (It has. I just checked.) And with a two-part virtual reunion to go, we’re not technically done yet, but as they say on the high seas, a finale is a finale is a finale. (Do they say that though?)
Maybe the season just felt extra long coming after the first season of Below Deck Sailing Yacht, which I actually quite enjoyed. Maybe the near-constant cast turnover made it feel like the season never got its sea legs. Or perhaps it was the combination of Tom Checketts‘ spoiled brat tantrums mixed with Rob Westergaard and Jessica More‘s confusing relationship drama that dragged the season on and on. Yeah, it was definitely that.
As I sat down for this week’s episode of Below Deck Mediterranean, I had one distinctly iconic Bravo-ism flash through my mind. “Please don’t let it be about Tom.” I just couldn’t handle the thought of having to sit through another week of Chef Tom Checketts‘ temper tantrums and histrionics taking center stage. I’ve ranted about them. I’ve railed against them. I’ve written about them ad naseum for what feels like the entire back half of the season now. And the Bravo gods seemed to hear my plaintive cries because, for the first time in Bravo history, it wasn’t about Tom.
Instead, we were treated to a full hour of Jessica More and Rob Westergaard‘s boatmance completely unraveling in the space of a single day. We’ve known since the pair’s first appearances on Watch What Happens Live that this was coming. But as the season inched toward its end, I was starting to wonder when we’d see the sinking of the ship rather than just the iceberg from 100 miles away. Err, kilometers? Knots? Whatever the unit of distance between ships and icebergs is to complete this apt metaphor for the couple’s doomed love affair.
Bad news, yachties. If you thought Chef Tom Checketts‘ temper tantrum last week was the worst we’d see of him this season, would you believe me if I said it’s about to get worse? Or better, depending on your appreciation for drama in the Below Deck Mediterranean galley. Either way, you’re in for a disappointment. Or is it a treat?
Last week’s episode ended (once again) with Tom mid-fit. Remember? Quick refresher: the final charter of the season was about to start. The high-maintenance mom squad of guests decided to arrive an hour early. Now everyone’s frazzled and rushing. But no one more so than Tom. Because (also once again) there’s a problem with the provisions. Or, the quality of them, rather. Something about too-warm fish being replaced with frozen fish? Considering this recapper originally hails from the (landlocked) Mountain West with a strong aversion to seafood, I’m not the one to be asking about the qualifications of decent halibut.
Welcome back to Below Deck Mediterranean. You know, home of spoiled British brats throwing tantrums over cucumbers. Last I spent the majority of my recap railing about Tom Checketts‘ ego-centric histrionics and vile treatment of Aesha Scott. And if you think that won’t continue into this recap…well, you don’t know Tom.
This week’s episode picks up right back in the middle of the cucumber confrontation, where Aesha is tasked with explaining the basic principle called empathy to the furious chef. Tom literally doesn’t understand the concept. By saying “I’m sorry,” Aesha was simply trying to validate his feelings in the moment. She wasn’t personally apologizing for anything she did. Because guess what? She didn’t do anything wrong! It’s honestly infuriating watching Tom berate the poor girl to the point of tears. Infuriating and sad.
When it comes to my sh*t list, there are few people who are higher than Below Deck Mediterranean’s Malia White. Maybe Lisa Rinna or Teddi Mellencamp. But that’s definitely it.
I never really cared for Malia from the get go but after her snitching on Hannah Ferrier, I was done. Her defense of getting someone fired over a mental health issue was BS. With a capital B. So forgive me if I spend this story griping about Malia and the karma that has seemingly come her way.