The previous week had been grey and miserable. The wind kept shifting and made rounding Castle Roads a choppy passage. For the most part, we were constantly working with the latent threat of a storm.
On the morning of the 28th, however, the sun was brilliant, the sky cloudless, and the water in Castle Harbour clearer than I had ever seen it.
It was the first chance for our new team members to see the wreck of the Warwick; for all of us it was the first chance to see the shipwreck from the surface. You could make out every detail – eroded frames emerging from the soft grey sediment, twisted concretions of cannon balls and iron fasteners, and the sweeping lines of ceiling planks barely revealed beneath mounds of sand and coral.
I kept repeating “I have never seen it this clear!” Partly this was because I was…
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