Olympic's final voyage was up the Tyne River to the town of Jarrow. She had been purchased from White Star by a local businessman who hoped to ease the hardships of an economic recession plaguing the small community. The work required to break the ship down for demolition would employ thousands of men over a period of two years.

The picture at right is of Olympic upon her arrival at Jarrow. Previously she had been berthed at Southampton's Pier 108 alongside Cunard's Mauretania, also awaiting her final orders.

Olympic's fittings were auctioned off and scattered to the winds. Any and all things removable were removed and her superstructer was stripped down to the deck plating on B Deck. When she was but an empty hull, similar to as she had been the day she was launched, she was dragged mercilessly by tugs to Inverkeithing, Scotland for final demolition. Her hull was cut up, smelted, and reused for another ships perhaps.

Ironic to be sure, an ocean liner that manages to survive the ocean is doomed to a far less dignified fate than one that is lost to the depths. Olympic, having endured all that she had endured, was in the end tossed aside and shredded. Of her, all that remains are only pieces scattered to the four corners of the globe. That and the love that ocean liner enthusisasts hold for these grand vessels. May Olympic's spirit forever sail the sea of our memories...