Chapter 10 heavy casualties

After the sea season came, the first submarine survey plan was arranged on May 24, 1992.Until now, all divers, especially Chatterton, believed that the mystery of the submarine would be solved soon.During the period when he stopped sailing, Chatterton, in addition to commuting between New Jersey and Washington, was also fascinated by "witchcraft". For many years, deep sea divers have used cylinders filled with air.But in recent months, a group of elite warm-water divers have ditched traditional air for a mixture of oxygen, helium, and nitrogen that they call "trix."Trilium wasn't their first invention.They refer to the techniques of military diving and commercial diving and modify them to suit their own diving characteristics.Chatterton had heard that using nitrox in the deep ocean was much better than using air:

——It can broaden the diver's line of sight; ——It can make the action more agile and the body more coordinated; - Allows underwater diving to last longer; - Can reduce decompression time; ——It can reduce the possibility of oxygen poisoning and deep-sea dizziness symptoms; - It can eliminate the symptoms of nitrogen narcosis. Chatterton believes that any one of the advantages of nitrox is enough to revolutionize wreck diving on the Northeast coast.They can turn divers into superhumans under the sea.Imagine diving without nitrous narcosis – diving more flexibly and safely for longer periods of time.So when Florida divers started diving classes in New Jersey, both Chatterton and Uja rushed to sign up.

But Kohler is on the sidelines.He had also heard of nitrox.But he thought that if something sounded too perfect, it wasn't real, and he could even say, "It's witchcraft, it's black magic," he told Chatterton, "You're going to take yourselves 230 feet down Experiment? Experiment in a submarine? No one knows what the gases are doing to the brain or body. You could get tense, numb and even die." Chatterton and Yuga still took diving lessons, taught by Billy.Deans, the owner of a dive shop in Florida.For a $100 tuition fee, participants get a photocopied copy of the essay and forms.Chatterton was convinced by what the lecture instructor said was the rationale behind nitrox—called technical diving.Replacing some of the nitrogen with helium reduces the diver's chances of developing nitrogen narcosis—a problem that has long plagued divers using air.This gas mixture can greatly improve the safety factor and the efficiency of divers on the seabed.

However, there are also many potential hidden dangers in using this method.First, there are no formal technical diving courses or certification bodies, just individual divers who have experimented with this new diving technique on their own.Second, divers can only dive once a day, not twice a day with traditional diving methods, because the complex process by which the body expels helium has not yet been understood.Third, divers switch to another gas called "nitrox" during decompression, so they must carry an extra cylinder, which adds weight to the diving equipment.Fourth, nitrox is not stocked in Northeast dive shops, and if divers want to use it, they must make their own.Finally, there is almost no technical guidance on decompression time, so the decompression time can only be concluded by the diver's own continuous experimentation.

At the end of the training session, Deans told Chatterton and Uja: "If you two are going to dive this way, you're going to do it in the Northeast. We don't know how well it will work in cold water." What. You will be the pioneers here." Chatterton was more than happy to be at the vanguard.He believed that with just one or two more dives he could identify the sub.He believes he has a responsibility to the families of these crew members and a responsibility to history. Fearing for his friend's life, Kohler begged them to think again—they were already doing a good job in submarine surveys, why take the risk?He reminded Chatterton that mixing such a flammable gas at high pressure can cause trouble—one spark can cause an explosion, and Chatterton simply said, "Ricky, Trilium is what unlocks submarines." hope."

In February, as Chatterton and Yuga were preparing to prepare the gas, they got word from the Coast Guard that a fishing boat had pulled up a body a hundred miles from Atlantic City. Wearing a diver's drysuit with gas cylinders on the back.The body has been changed beyond recognition, with only five teeth remaining in the lower jaw.The Coast Guard identified the body as Steve.Feldman.The body was found five miles away from where the submarine sank and he had been missing since September last year. In January 1992, Chatterton and Yuga began to prepare their own mixed gas.They rented five-foot cylinders of helium and oxygen from a local industrial gas supplier, and bought high-pressure water hose, precision fittings, and well-made pressure gauges, intending to mix them in the Chatterton garage. gas.In order to escape from a possible explosion, Chatterton planned to stand outside the garage and put his left hand through the window into the house to operate the valve. "I mainly use my right hand for everything," he explained to Yuja. "If there was an explosion, I would only lose my left hand."

For weeks, Chatterton mixed gas in his garage, stuck his left hand through the window, held his breath, and waited for the explosion to happen.Soon, he and Yuga had mastered the preparation of this gas mixture, 17% oxygen, 30% helium, plus 53% nitrogen, and they hoped to revolutionize their diving methods.They bought a dive schedule from an engineer who wrote it down as a hobby—only three people in the United States had ever attempted it.Then they used their imagination and courage to expand the schedule so they could combine two dives in one day into one.They bought new, bigger cylinders.When the weather warmed up, they arrived in Quarry Bay, Pennsylvania, with new gear and a homemade gas mixture. They adjusted their buoyancy and gear and began to learn to breathe this amazing gas.In the shallow water of Quarry Bay, their minds are very clear and their movements are very coordinated.But the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean is different, and the inside of a sunken submarine is completely different.

On the evening of May 23, 1992, divers gathered aboard the Explorer for the first voyage of the season to the mysterious submarine.The divers greeted each other with a pat on the back as they toured Chatterton's and Yuga's new equipment and asked each other how they were doing.Everyone asked Chatterton and Uja some questions about Trinitrox.They always gave the same answer: "Yes, I think we will survive." Kohler was the last to come to the boat.Compared with Chatterton's new gear, Koehler's gear looks like it was stolen from the 1958 TV show "Sea Cruising," with the skull cross and "Atlantic Wreck Diver" emblazoned on the back. "The words.

"You look like a dinosaur, Kohler!" Chatterton shouted from the boat. "Maybe," Kohler retorted while looking at Chatterton's new equipment, "but I don't intend to perish." A few minutes later, Legg appeared.Legg, who has been rarely seen since his last voyage, has vowed to abstain from alcohol and get his body in shape for diving in the interim.The divers barely recognized Legg.His skin was sallow, his hair was smeared with oil, and his body looked like crumpled clothes hanging from wires.He smiled embarrassedly. He didn't bring diving equipment.Everyone hurriedly pretended nothing had happened and stopped looking at him.

The rumble of the Explorer's engines made the divers feel comfortable sleeping on this narrow plank as if they were sleeping on a comfortable big bed at home, because they were about to reach the place they had longed for. .In the wheelhouse, Legge and Chatterton took turns at the helm.Chatterton informed Legge of their latest findings - either U158 or U851. He also said that Cromwell and Yuga were going to measure the hull and look for the deck guns, two simple tests that would verify the above mentioned Two possibilities.Legge stared straight ahead, the sweat on his face glowing red under the instrument lights.For several minutes he said nothing.

"The Explorer is stronger than I am," Legge said at last. "The dive is stronger than I am. The Explorer has a much longer lifespan than mine." Chatterton didn't know what to say.The windshield was covered with a sea mist.Legg continued to sail towards the location of the sunken submarine, the most remarkable shipwreck ever found by divers. The next morning, the divers woke up to a wonderful day.The sun was shining brightly and the sea was as calm as glass.They speculated that visibility on the sea floor was at least 100 feet.Chatterton and Koehler started getting dressed.They decided to dive together a week ago and they are now reviewing their plans.According to Chatterton's research, the torpedo tube cover -- the cap that closes the tube after the torpedo is loaded -- has a marking on its face with the submarine's serial number.During the first dive, Chatterton will swim into the bow torpedo compartment and record the diving process for research ashore; during the second dive, he will return to the bow torpedo compartment to look for the torpedo tube cover.With any luck, he'll find the sub's serial number on the cover.It was a typical Chatterton plan: video, research, return to the wreck.And Kohler was going to look for torpedo tube covers and other useful things in the aft torpedo compartment.The task of measuring the hull was given to Danny.Cromwell.Yuga is in charge of finding the deck guns.After the dive, the mystery of the submarine will be solved. The sun had barely risen before Chatterton and Kohler went into the water.Never before had they seen the Atlantic so calm and clear, as if the sea had groomed itself for this unusual day.Chatterton's nitrox gas entered his lungs, and his brain kept thinking clearly as expected, and he felt no symptoms of nitrogen narcosis at all.At 100 feet, the visibility on the sea floor was incredible, and they could see from one end of the sub to the other.If it weren't for the deadly wound on the side of the ship, the submarine looked like it was ready for war. It was like a steel eel, and the torpedoes and guns inside still looked mysterious and threatening.Previously, when the water conditions were poor, Chatterton and Kohler had seen only the vague shape of a 20-foot wreck.What they saw now was a war machine.The two then sank down.At a depth of 150 feet, a breach in the conning tower showed them the upheaval the submarine had undergone in its final moments.Only now, only when the visibility is so good, can the full impact of the submarine be felt.Chatterton and Kohler looked at each other and said in unison, "Oh, God." The two continued to swim towards the wreck, and they tied the anchor line.Chatterton was amazed at the clarity of his vision and the dexterity of his hands.He didn't feel any symptoms of nitrogen narcosis.Kohler looked at Chatterton and felt that he was extremely excited, as if possessed by a demon.Chatterton smiled at him and made an OK gesture.The two split up. Chatterton entered the control room and passed through the captain's cabin into the sergeant's quarters.Again he saw the remains of the crew—skulls, femurs, ribs, shins.After a winter of research, he felt as if he had somehow connected with these bones, and he felt as if he had returned to the home of an acquaintance.He had read letters written by the crew and seen photographs of them drowning in lifeboats.Chatterton felt for the first time that the crew might not mind him finding out their names. Chatterton weaved to avoid more obstacles and came to the bow torpedo compartment.Breathing the nitrox, he felt omnipotent, he even wanted to go straight to the end of the cabin to find the cap on the launch tube.But he followed his plan and continued to shoot video in the cabin.After a few minutes, he started returning.He swam out of the wreck and began to surface. Koehler entered the aft torpedo compartment and began searching for valuables inside.He saw femurs, skulls, and other bones that he had seen before.The last time he saw these bones, he felt cold all over.But after he delved into the life of a submariner, he began to be thrilled by the sight before him.Looking at the bones, Kohler could even imagine the sailors sleeping on their beds covered with plaid sheets, and he could even hear their singing. Kohler spent twenty minutes looking for clues, but found nothing.Back on board the Explorer, Koehler and Chatterton exchanged ideas.They all spent ninety minutes in the water.But because Chatterton was using nitrox, he stayed on the sub for thirty minutes, while Kohler had to start the decompression ascent after only twenty-two minutes. "It's like I'm diving in the Caribbean, Ricky," Chatterton said. "I'm super clear, I'm fast, I'm not narcotic.” "I'm still doing it my old way, thanks," Koehler replied. At this time, Cromwell was about to go into the water to measure the hull, and Yuga also put on his diving suit and was about to go into the water to find the deck guns.Yuga brought in a client from his dive shop named Lou.Kaur's handsome emergency room doctor, who also uses nitrox. "Are you sure he is sure?" Chatterton whispered to Yuga. “He’s used Trinitrox a lot this year on shallow water dives, and he says he can. And I’m diving with him, it’s ok,” Yuja replied. Kaur adjusted his mask, put on his breathing regulator and leaned into the water from the side of the boat.Chatterton and Kohler couldn't believe what happened next.Rather than bouncing up and down on the surface like other divers, Kaur dropped straight to the bottom like a ship's anchor.The divers on board knew immediately what was happening.Kaur didn't adjust the buoyancy device on his nitrox rig, and he became what divers call a "javelin." Being a "Javelin" is the most terrifying condition.As the diver's body descends rapidly, the ever-increasing pressure in the sea will press his wetsuit tightly against his body.Rapid pressurization can cause the diver to spit the regulator out of his mouth, bursting his blood vessels and eardrums, resulting in vomiting and vertigo.All of this happens before reaching the bottom of the ocean. "Oh shit, he's gone," Kohler said. "Lou Kaur's gonna die." But Chatterton thought Call was still alive, he was still breathing - he could see the bubbles of his exhalation.Chatterton's brain slowed down to 16 revolutions per minute, which is the brain speed of a Vietnam war paramedic in an emergency. "Look at his bubble. He's spinning around the wreck, and he's still alive," Chatterton said. "Yuga, I'll give you a rope, and you'll take the rope and follow the bubble to get him up." "John, it's too dangerous," Yuja said, "I'm diving with Trinitrox for the first time, and—" "I'll give you a rope, and I'll hold the end of it. Ricky and I can't get in the water right now. You have to go, follow the bubble, and get him up." Yuga went into the water.Just as he was descending down Kaur's bubble, Kaur managed to disengage the weight belt.Now he was able to surface, but at 150 feet, he ran out of air - nothing in his regulator, at which point he decided to abandon proper dive procedures.Kaul decided to dash to the surface.Seconds later, he was out of the water. "He's Polaris Missile again!" Kohler yelled. "He may have decompression sickness. Let's see if he's still alive." Call began to swing on the water.But he wasn't throwing up or shaking, and Chatterton didn't think his symptoms of decompression sickness were serious. "He's only been in the water for ten minutes," Chatterton cried. "He's got a chance to survive." Kaur can no longer swim.Tom.Parker and Steve.Gatto jumped into the water and dragged him up the ladder before placing him on the changing table. "Give me the stethoscope and the medicine kit," Chatterton ordered.Kohler slits open Call's drysuit.Chatterton recorded Call's symptoms for reference when the doctor arrived.He asked eagerly while taking notes: "Lu, are you in pain? Lou, can you hear me?" Kaur couldn't answer.Chatterton told Legge to call the Coast Guard rescue helicopter.He forced Kaur to drink copious amounts of water to expel gas from his blood vessels, and put an oxygen mask over his face.He listened with a stethoscope for the sound of air embolism in Kaur's blood vessels.A minute later, Kaur woke up, as if he didn't want to suffer any more at the hands of a mad doctor. "Lou, we called you a helicopter," Chatterton said. "Oh, no, no," Kaul replied, "I'm fine, I'm awake, I don't have any symptoms of decompression sickness—" "You're just fine," Chatterton said. "We're giving you water, we're giving you aspirin, we're giving you oxygen. You're going to have symptoms of decompression sickness soon, and there's no way you're going to be okay. .We're going to take you to the hospital." Chatterton shone his flashlight in his eyes. "I didn't see any signs of neurological damage," Chatterton said, "but you're going to have symptoms of decompression sickness pretty soon. It's just a matter of time." The divers continued to reassure Kaur, and continued to give him oxygen and water.Things continued to improve for Kaul.A few minutes passed.Legg poked his head out of the wheelhouse and said a Coast Guard helicopter was coming. "Ah, I'm so sorry, fellas," said Call, "blame me for every one of you going to sea, and I'll pay everybody's bill." Chatterton smiled and asked the other diver to stay with Call for a while.He then came to the stern of the Seeker to help Yuga ship.Yuja started waving to Chatterton about 200 feet from the stern.Chatterton waved him back, but his arm froze in midair.Just behind Yuga, an 18-foot-long behemoth appeared. "Sharks!" Chatterton yelled, "Yuga! Behind you! Sharks!" When Yuga turned his head, the shark sank just in time. "What?" Yuga shouted, "I didn't see anything." The shark surfaced again and swam closer to Yuga. "Shark! Behind you!" Chatterton continued. Yuga turned his head again, and the shark sank again. "Stop joking!" Yuga yelled, "Be serious!" Now, even knowing the shark was in the water, Chatterton couldn't help laughing. "Swim over, Charlie, swim over!" he yelled, paraphrasing a line from the movie Jaws. Yuga swam over.The shark followed him.Yuga swam forward with all his strength.Finally the shark turned around and disappeared into the sea. Legge hoisted anchor to meet the Coast Guard helicopter.Kaul's condition has improved again.Helicopter picked him up.Decompression sickness made his joints ache, but he made a full recovery soon.It is likely that his short time at the bottom of the ocean saved him.If he stayed on the bottom for a little longer and then surfaced without decompression, his life would have been lost here.However, the best day these divers had hoped for was ruined.Cromwell did not have time to measure the submarine.Yuga didn't look for the deck gun either.And Chatterton did not return to the torpedo compartment to look for the launch tube cover.The diving season has just begun, and there is still time to schedule your next dive.As long as you're alive, there's always a next chance. Legge scheduled his next dive with the submarine for June 9, 1992.Dr. Kaul had seen enough of subs.He was replaced by two other divers, both of whom were nothing like the divers Chatterton and Koehler had known before. Chris, 39.Rolls and 22-year-old Chrissy.Laws is a father and son.Both were tall, lanky men with Mediterranean faces, and they were often mistaken for brothers.When they laughed, they were like twins, and their pupils shone mischievously and cunningly like elves.There are always smiles on their faces, and the two of them often quarrel. No matter the time or place, the Routh father and son bickered constantly, verbally attacked each other, called each other nicknames, and would rage at the slightest provocation. "You should be thankful that you have inherited my handsome looks, otherwise no woman would have taken a fancy to you," Chris said in front of the whole boat. "Ah, you're lucky to have met my mother, you old bastard," Chrissy shot back. They come and go like this, one sentence after another.Plenty of divers have a headache for their tit-for-tat rivalry, but there are others who enjoy watching.Chatterton and Kohler looked at them very surprised. But the Rouses were very good divers.They belong to the category of "cave divers".Cave divers have rigorous safety training and are known to exercise caution.Cave divers often avoid wreck diving because of the unpredictable dangers and harsh conditions on wrecks.But the Rouses were very interested in wreck diving.They enjoy researching the history of shipwrecks and finding valuable items on them.Cave divers are often stubborn when it comes to wreck diving, refusing to give up their inherent tools and techniques.Not so with the Rouses.They are very eager to find new technologies and are willing to put these technologies into practice.Like many cave divers, they have tried technical diving and used nitrox, and they are more than happy to discuss theories and ideas with others. The close blood relationship between the Rouses and sons can be seen when they enter the water.They dive together, and they've developed a sixth sense that only exists between people who have lived under the same roof their whole lives.While underwater, they are absolutely loyal to each other, and the other is absolutely willing to sacrifice his life for the safety of one.It's that simplicity of thought -- this love -- that makes Routh & Sons the most powerful diving duo. When Legg invited Rous and his son to join the Explorer to investigate the submarine, Chrissy vowed to solve the mystery of the submarine.He told Chatterton that he wanted to find out the identity of the wreck, immortalize the name of Rouse, and contribute to the writing of a new page in world history.His father did not argue with him on this statement. "They're absolutely capable of doing this," Chatterton told Kohler, "and they're probably the best people to address this." Although the weather in June was not as good as it was in May, the divers decided to stick to their original plan.Chatterton would go to the bow torpedo bay to look for the cover with the sub's serial number engraved on it.Kohler will be looking for that cover in the rear.Cromwell would measure the hull, while Yuga would look for the submarine's deck guns.As for the Rolls and his son, they will survey the overall situation of the submarine and have a general understanding of the submarine. As before, Chatterton and Kohler went into the water first and tied the anchor line.This time Kohler swam to the front of the submarine with Chatterton, his eyes always looking for the marks left by the crew and their personal belongings.Chatterton walked through the front of the submarine and into the torpedo bay.He came to the torpedo tubes.He didn't find anything here before, but this time he saw a white hard shell that looked like a label on the launch tube cover.He took out his diving knife, and used the blade to test under the hard shell.The white crust fell off, revealing the outline of a label.But the label is not on it.Due to long-term corrosion by seawater, only the imprint of the label remained on the lid, and Chatterton's heart sank.He checked the covers of the other three torpedo tubes, but they were all the same.Half a century of erosion by sea water and storms has swallowed up the answer.Chatterton was so confident that the tag could be found and had a perfect plan to restore it, but now finds that the tag has been completely eroded by nature. Kohler followed Chatterton, and his luck was a little better than Chatterton's.He found a chest full of boots and shoes in the sergeant's quarters.The shoes were neatly arranged, as if the crew had just taken them off.He picked up a boot, thinking the crew might write their name on it. "It doesn't look like a boot that fell off your feet, so I'll take one," he explained to the room full of remains. Then Kohler came to the conning tower lying in the sand.Inside he found what looked like a bicycle seat.He immediately recognized this as the captain's seat while manning the attack periscope. "This is where the captain must have died," he told himself. "If the submarine was sunk while attacking the target, the captain must have been sitting here." But there was no obvious marking on the seat, Kohler Set it aside.He joined Chatterton near the anchor line.Both shook their heads to indicate that they hadn't found anything. When Chatterton and Kohler started to decompress, Cromwell and Yuga also started to act.Cromwell used a land surveyor's tape measure to measure the hull, which he attached to the bow of the boat, and swam toward the stern, pulling the tape.While on shore, he made a mark on the tape at 250 feet, the standard length for Type IX submarines.If the sub was longer than 250 feet, it would be strong evidence that it was U851, the Type IXD submarine commanded by Motan's colleague Wiengartner. Cromwell swam slowly along the hull, pulling the tape measure.His tape measure jammed when the other end of the boat came into view.Cromwell looked down and found that he had made a mark.The submarine is about 250 feet long, compared with 287 feet for the IXD.Then this submarine cannot be U851. As Cromwell prepared to ascend, Yuga came to the breach in the control room.He had carefully studied the deck plans of Type IX submarines and knew the exact location of the deck guns.This deck gun is the heroic Erwin.Mark of the submarine U158 commanded by Rothing.Yuga walked slowly along the top of the sunken ship, and the deck plan he had memorized over the winter kept flashing in his mind.He checked where the deck guns should be on the submarine.The result was clear: no deck guns were installed on this submarine.The submarine could not have been U158. Within twenty minutes, both of these top possibilities were ruled out. The divers gathered on the boat, everyone listless.The results of a winter's intense research disappeared in an instant.With these two possibilities ruled out, their work was almost back to square one.They casually inspected the boots Kohler had fished up.Possibly to match the day of nothing, there were no marks in the boots.Soon the Rolls and his sons came up.They didn't find anything either.Chatterton and Kohler dived again, but both returned empty-handed.On the boat's return trip to Brielle, the divers knew that their next visit would be summer, because Legg was about to start his business, and he was going to take the paying customers to the "Andra Dorian "No. Go.I don't know when the next time the "Explorer" will take them to sea. On the second day after returning from surveying the submarine, Chatterton gave Carl.Friedrich.Mortan wrote a letter.He wrote that the divers measured the length of the submarine and concluded that it was not the U851 commanded by his colleague Wiengartner. Motain wrote back to him soon after, expressing his gratitude to Chatterton and approving their conclusion.Chatterton did not give Gregory of the Civilian Air Patrol.Major Weidenfield called.Although they ruled out the possibility of U158, they did not rule out the possibility that this submarine was the one they sunk. For the next three months, Leger took the ship to the Dorian.Although sometimes he would like to arrange for the "Explorer" to go out to sea to survey submarines, but the weather is not always good.Chatterton always thought that the tags on the torpedo tube covers would not corrode easily, because as far as he knew, those tags were made of very elastic brass.He interviewed a submarine veteran living in South Carolina who had worked in a German shipyard.The man told Chatterton that since brass was so scarce at the time, the labels on the submarine were made from offcuts of the metal, which were difficult to preserve underwater for long periods of time.Chatterton thanked him for the information and bid him farewell. "One more thing, I don't know if I can say it," said the submarine veteran. "Of course. What's the matter?" Chatterton asked. "Thank you so much for everything you do. Thank you for caring for the children who died. No one cares about them anymore." Chatterton and Koehler had been thinking about the dead crew since their last submarine survey.Although neither of them spoke, they both knew each other that as long as they rummaged through the remains of the crew, they were likely to find evidence of the submarine's identity.Clothes are still present on many of the remains, and there are likely to be wallets, coins, love letters and even pocket watches with engraved names in the pockets.These things can be preserved on wrecks for decades.After suffering the blow of failure and having no valuable clues, Chatterton and Kohler simultaneously thought that the answer might lie in those bones. Chatterton called Koehler and arranged to meet him at a nearby steakhouse called Scotty's. "You want to discuss the bones of those people with me, don't you?" Kohler asked. "Yes," said Chatterton, "time for a discussion." The next night they ordered a sirloin and a roast potato in the restaurant.They discussed the possibility of exhuming the crew's remains.The bones appeared to be well preserved and personal items must have been left in place.The only question was what to do with the bones, and both men had their say. "I don't think we should disturb the bones anyway," Kohler said. "I agree," Chatterton said, "we can't touch them. Even if it means we never solve the submarine mystery." Both expressed surprise that their thoughts were so aligned.They explained to each other their reasons for thinking this way, and they found that they had come to this conclusion for the same reason.They talked for over an hour before agreeing on five rules of conduct: 1. Treat the crew with respect.The crews on these submarines are respectable fighters.They risk their lives to serve their country.They deserve respect and their bones cannot be desecrated in any way. 2. Respect their family in Germany.They couldn't tell the crew's families that they had solved the mystery of the submarine after rummaging through the bones of their loved ones.But if they did, they couldn't hide it from the crew's families. 3. Respect this deep-sea brotherhood.As submarine soldiers, these sailors risk their lives living under the sea.And divers are often in the underwater world just like them. They need to abide by the same natural laws and face the same dangerous environment, which makes them feel a sense of brotherhood and protection for these remains. 4. Protect the image of wreck divers.News of the discovery of the mysterious submarine spread around the world, and Chatterton and Koehler became icons of wreck diving.What they did will be in the public eye for a long time. 5. Uphold the morality of their actions.The original reason for solving the mystery of the wreck was to morally help the crew members figure out their true identities.If they violated the bones in search of answers, it would compromise the justice of their actions. Chatterton and Koehler also agreed on a fundamental principle.If they found items next to the bones that could identify the wreck, they could move the bones and take the items.But they must not rummage through the bones for evidence, even if they think there is something to be gained by doing so.At the same time, they have to put pressure on their colleagues to appeal to them - even force them to agree to these principles. On the way home, Chatterton thought about one last reason for his reluctance to trespass on the bones, and it was a very personal reason he hadn't told Koehler.Diving has always been a reflection of Chatterton's life.As a good diver, the principles he pursues are his survival principles.If the standard of these principles is lowered because of setbacks, his life will lose its meaning. And Kohler also kept a reason of his own.The German blood he had been proud of since childhood was reawakened by those fallen soldiers.He had never despised the missions these subs performed, nor had he despised the madman who sent them to invade the world.作为一个美国公民，如果有潜艇在大西洋上游弋，他会毫不犹豫地参战将之击退。但是他也尊重这些阵亡的德国士兵。 “这些人，”柯勒想道，“和我来自同一个地方。” “探索者”号再次前往勘查潜艇已经是三个月以后的事了。潜水员们必须充分利用他们九月份的这次机会，因为九月份的天气说变就变，而且这可能是他们这个出海季节最后一次去勘查潜艇了。 这次大家没有上次那么乐观了。查特顿和柯勒的猜测已经被一一推翻，他们也没有什么明确的目标了。但是他们的失望并没有影响到劳斯父子。从登上“探索者”号起，他们就不停地斗嘴，互相取笑彼此的装备、年龄、潜水能力，甚至选择的三明治。像以前一样，克里斯没有说准备在潜艇上完成什么计划，而克里西则一直在高谈阔论。 “我准备查出潜艇的身份，”小劳斯告诉查特顿，“我肯定能做到。” 像以前一样，查特顿和柯勒一起下水绑好锚绳。这次查特顿向艇尾游去，他通过甲板上的裂缝进入艇尾的鱼雷舱。根据他的研究，这个艇舱里有一个辅助驾驶设备，上面有一个黄铜标签作为标识。但是当他观察四周时，他看到一只靴子，然后是一件救生衣，接着是一个头骨、大腿骨和其他的艇员尸骨。很可能答案就在这些尸骨中。但查特顿转身游了出去。 与此同时，柯勒选择到前部勘查。进入军士住舱后，他看到一个橱柜中露出一件黑蓝色衬衫的衣袖。由于衬衫离艇舱中的尸骨很远，柯勒打算将衬衫拽出来。黑色的淤泥从衣袖上落了下来。等到淤泥全部落尽，柯勒看到袖子里有一根骨头。他赶紧放开手，然后大声道歉：“对不起，我不知道你在这儿。”他将衬衫放回原处，然后离开。向前游了几英尺后，他来到厨房附近，他用手电向一块木板底下照去，一对头骨上的眼窝空洞洞地看着他。柯勒的心剧烈地跳动着，这真是倒霉的一天。他又向尸骨道了歉，然后离开了沉船。 查特顿和柯勒的第二次潜水也没有什么收获。但是劳斯父子运气要好一点。克里西在厨房里找到一块像帆布一样的东西，上面写着德文。 “我看不懂上面写的是什么，”克里西对查特顿和其他潜水员说道，“但我知道我得把那东西挖出来。它埋在那儿。但是看上去很重要。我想下次我就可以把它拿上来。那肯定是有用的东西。” 但是劳斯父子必须祈祷好天气能够持续下去，否则狂暴的海浪和猛烈的暴风雨会打乱所有人的计划。莱格发动引擎驾驶“探索者”号返回布里勒。每个潜水员都希望在冬天来临之前能够再回来一次。 1992年10月上旬，莱格计划驾驶“探索者”号开始本年度最后一次勘探潜艇之行。这次出海将会历时两天，而这个周末正赶上了哥伦布日。这是潜水员们今年最后一次潜水。 在启程的前一天，莱格给查特顿打了电话，他想退出这次行程。 “我就是不想去，”莱格嘟哝着。 “比尔，这次很重要。我们需要你，”查特顿说道。 “难道你还不明白吗？”莱格发脾气了，“我是死是活一点关系都没有！让潜艇去死吧！” 查特顿试图安慰他的朋友。但是一个夏天来，他看着莱格身上发生了这些变化。这个季节开始时，莱格就一直若有所思。虽然他自己的身体不能恢复到可以潜水的状态，但是只要“探索者”号的声誉可以一直保持下去，他也觉得很欣慰了。但是现在他的身体越来越差，总是不能恢复到理想的状态，他已经无法参加这么重要的潜水活动了。 “你和丹尼带着船出海，”莱格说道，冰块和杯子的碰撞声在电话那端响起，“我不行了。你们自己去吧。” 10月10日晚上，潜水员们在“探索者”号上集合。没人问起莱格为什么不在舵手室。 其他潜水员准备装备时，劳斯父子又开始了他们的斗嘴。这次他们争论的话题比平常严肃了一点。父子两人都没有买此次潜水用的氦氮氧混合气——他们不得不使用空气，这样可以节省几百美元。 “这次应该是克里西买氦氮氧混合气的，”克里斯攻击道。 “不，该老家伙买了，”克里西反驳道。 "no." "that is." “守财奴。” “吝啬鬼。” 他们一直斗到晚上。 第二天早晨，查特顿和柯勒先行下水。柯勒前去勘查军士住舱，而查特顿接着到艇首鱼雷舱寻找标签。他在里面找到一些塑料标签，但是上面没有任何标志性记号。他打算出来的时候，在一堆碎片中看到一张小报一样大小的弯曲的铝片。如果是平常，他根本不会注意这种垃圾模样的东西。但是今天，不知出于什么原因他将铝片从垃圾中拽了出来，放到自己的包中。查特顿开始上升返回“探索者”号，他没有再想任何关于那个铝片的事情。 查特顿上船后，倒空他的背包。那个铝片啷一声落在更衣台上，上面点缀着斑斑点点的锈迹和海藻。尤加走过来查看这块铝片。查特顿将这片弯曲的金属打开，就像打开一本杂志。上面刻着的是一份技术图表——一份讲解如何操作潜艇上某些机器设备的示意图。查特顿拿着抹布沾着清水擦拭铝片的表面。上面的海藻很容易就被擦掉了，图的底部出现一行用德文写的小字。查特顿凑近观看示意图。他读到：“IXC型”和“不来梅戴斯奇马格”。 “等等，”尤加说道，“不来梅的戴斯奇马格是德军的一个潜艇制造厂。这就是说，这艘潜艇是在不来梅的戴斯奇马格制造的IXC型潜艇。整个战争期间，那个造船厂没有制造多少IX系列潜艇。这个图对我们来说太重要了。” 几分钟后，柯勒也上来了。他和尤加一样也非常清楚这份示意图的重要性。 “这把我们调查的范围缩小了很多，”柯勒边说边拍着查特顿的后背，“我们所要做的只是在回家后从书上查一下，然后我们就会找出在戴斯奇马格制造的IXC型潜艇的名单。这可太棒了。” 当天潜水员们再次下海潜水，但是没有发现什么东西。他们都想像查特顿一样有重要的发现。当晚“探索者”号在潜艇处下了船锚，船在海浪中摇曳着。吃完饭后，劳斯父子称赞了查特顿的发现，他们也将自己的成果讲给查特顿听。他们已经基本上挖出那份写有德文的帆布，他们相信下次潜水就可以把它拿上来了。乐观的情绪回荡在“探索者”号的艇舱中，潜水员们互致晚安。仅仅一天的时间，出海季节的最后一次潜水就完全改变了所有潜水员的精神状态。丹尼。克伦威尔 1991年的比尔。莱格，从“安德拉。多利安”号的二等舱中打捞上来的餐具。 丹尼。克伦威尔 建造“探索者”号的目的只有一个：带深海潜水员到大西洋中最危险的沉船去探险。 “正是海水使约翰产生了奇妙的感觉”。john.查特顿 john.查特顿 john.查特顿于1983年夏天在新泽西的西长枝市准备开始他生平第一次沉船潜水。瑞奇。柯勒 “瑞奇不停在想，这些人的尸体在海里失踪了，他们的家人多么担心啊。”瑞奇。柯勒 瑞奇。柯勒和“大西洋沉船潜水员”约翰。查特顿 john.查特顿在沉船中发现的鱼雷（左上方），而之前他和其他的潜水员都认为这艘沉船只是一艘管道驳船。比尔。戴尔蒙尼科从上方拍到的潜艇上的高射炮炮台史蒂夫。比兰达 史蒂夫。比兰达，“深海之王”《时代周刊》 Carl.邓尼茨和潜艇恐慌，《时代周刊》1943年5月10日 瑞奇。柯勒在“探索者”号的更衣台上着装。注意他气瓶上名字的德文写法。这是他在发现潜艇之前就一直保有的习惯。瑞奇。柯勒 卢比。Miller 史蒂夫。费德曼凯文。布伦南 第一个线索：查特顿发现的盘子，上面印有鹰和曲十字的标志，还标有日期“1942”。 丹尼。克伦威尔 瑞奇。柯勒在神秘潜艇上打捞杯子后归来。瑞奇。柯勒 john.查特顿和瑞奇。柯勒拿着两件在潜艇上找到的物品。但每件物品上都没有标出沉船的身份。 john.查特顿和瑞奇。柯勒 john.尤加（左）和约翰。查特顿在“探索者”号上。john.查特顿 潜艇的潜望镜倒在潜艇旁的沙地上。 美国公共广播公司的“新星”科学探索系列节目，波士顿 在军官住舱的残骸中发现的橡胶底鞋。艇员们在攻击敌船时穿着软底鞋，保持安静以免被敌船发现。 “探索者”号的船长比尔。莱格接受采访：1991年在新泽西海域发现神秘潜艇后，这个消息引起了全世界的关注。john.查特顿 美国国家档案局 在芝加哥展出的U505的艇首鱼雷舱。就是在沉船的这个艇舱中，查特顿希望能够找到一个标签。（插图）神秘潜艇上的一根鱼雷发射管。瑞奇。柯勒 john.查特顿发现的满是淤泥的银具盒。底部有一把刀，刀柄上刻着一名艇员的名字。Kevin.布伦南 john.查特顿拿着霍伦博格的刀。john.查特顿 霍伦博格刀的近照 john.查特顿 潜艇内部的一个阀门约翰。查特顿 john.查特顿发现的金属构件示意图。正是根据这个示意图才断定了潜艇的型号，并弄清了制造这艘潜艇的船厂。 瑞奇。柯勒 瑞奇。柯勒从潜艇中发现的几件物品，包括一份金属构件示意图、几份用具的使用说明和一个古龙水瓶子。潜艇上的艇员使用古龙水来遮盖身上散发的异味。john.查特顿 潜艇的一个钢制舱门，像是被强烈的爆炸炸开的。 美国公共广播公司的“新星”科学探索系列节目，波士顿 挤进去：瑞奇。柯勒从控制室的舱口挤进柴油发动机舱。苏珊。劳斯 1992年克里斯。劳斯（左）和他的儿子克里西。劳斯在“探索者”号上，他们刚从“多利安”号潜水上来。 john.查特顿 克里西。劳斯的引导绳，在他拼命逃出潜艇之后缠在了一起。john.查特顿 劳斯父子的一个气瓶，在他们遇难后仍然躺在海底。 瑞奇。柯勒 在柯勒自愿放弃潜水后，瑞奇。柯勒和约翰。查特顿于1996年夏天再次相聚。但是大西洋却偏偏要与潜水员们作对。当所有人在船上睡觉时，海上突然起了大浪。“探索者”号随着大浪剧烈地摆动，将很多潜水员从床上晃了下来。克伦威尔和查特顿赶紧通过无线电查询天气状况。当时海浪有五英尺高，但据天气预报说，情况会变得更糟。早晨六点钟的时候，查特顿走进艇舱，将潜水员们叫醒。 “外面天气很糟，”查特顿说道，“如果有人想潜水的话，最好现在就去。然后，我们就要起锚回航了。” “你潜水吗，约翰？”有人问道。 “我不打算在这样的天气里潜水，”查特顿说道。 十四名潜水员中，只有六名从床上下来准备着装。柯勒第一个走了出去，毫不犹豫地开始准备。半个小时后，他跳入海中。然后是汤姆。帕克和史蒂夫。加托，接着是新泽西州警官史蒂夫。麦克道加尔。劳斯父子也从床上爬了下来。 “我不想去，算了吧，”盯着窗外，克里西说道，“外面海浪太大了。” “你这个脓包！”他父亲咆哮道，“挺直你的脊梁骨，孩子。” “你听不见吗，老家伙！”克里西问道，“查特顿说了，天气还会变得更糟。你看不到现在外面是什么样子吗？” “如果你不敢在这种条件下潜水，你就不应该呆在这儿，”克里斯说道，“我不承认你是我的儿子。你是我的耻辱。” “好吧，你这个老家伙，”克里西说道，“你想去潜水？我们就去潜水。走吧。” 克里斯不说话了。 “啊……好吧，”克里斯最后说道，“我只是想刺激你一下。海浪确实太大了。我们不去了。” “太大了？对你来说太大了吧，你这个乖僻的老头，”克里西说道，终于找到了报仇的机会，“如果你不敢去的话，我就自己去。你自己缩在这儿吧。” “你不能一个人去，”克里斯说道，“如果你一定要去，我们就一起去。” “你们俩闹够了吧，”查特顿笑着说，然后离开了艇舱。劳斯父子继续斗嘴，但内容已经变成早餐要吃什么、是否要刮脸、他们的潜水生涯还要持续多久等等。克里斯开玩笑地命令船上唯一的女人芭布。兰德为他端上早餐，然后给他洗盘子。 劳斯父子一边着装，一边讨论他们的计划。克里西会到厨房里把那块写着德文的帆布挖出来，它被压在一个铁柜子下面。克里斯在潜艇外面等他，用手电给儿子照着出口。克里西要在沉船里呆二十分钟。劳斯父子戴上了他们曲棍球帽一样的潜水帽走向船舷。大浪打到了船尾，克里西穿着蛙鞋，像个初学走路的孩子，向旁边倒去。尤加赶紧从后面抱住他，让他站直。又一个浪打来。这次克里西脸朝下扑到甲板上。 “嗨，克里斯，”尤加叫道，“你儿子下不去了。” 最后克里西终于来到船舷边，他的父亲跟在他后面。他们只用了一两分钟就到了沉船控制室的裂口处。克里西将他准备上升时用的两个备用气瓶解下来放在潜艇的甲板上。将一根引导绳绑在潜艇的入口处后，他进入了沉船。引导绳的另一端系在他的潜水服上，这样即使能见度很低或他在里面迷了路，他也可以顺着绳子走出沉船回到他父亲身边。像劳斯父子一样的洞穴潜水员将这种技术称为“放线”。他们非常信赖这种技术的安全性。而沉船潜水员们则不相信引导绳的可靠性——他们不相信任何东西——因为绳子很可能会绕在沉船内的各种障碍物上。 克里西用了一两分钟就进入了厨房，然后展开他的工作。这块枕套大小的帆布已经让他费了不少时间，但仍被压在笨重的铁柜下面。克里西没有打算移开铁柜。为了能拿到帆布，他必须挖出铁柜下面腐朽的碎片，这样才有足够的空间将帆布取出。十五分钟过去了，克里西一直用手挖着碎片，船底的淤泥全被搅了上来，里面的能见度几乎为零。他坚持不断地挖掘并将帆布尽力向外拽，帆布终于松动了。克里西挖得更起劲了，艇舱中到处布满了泥雾。他的氮醉症状开始加剧。他又用力向外拉。帆布一点一点地被拽了出来。克里西的氮醉症状一点点加剧，但他距离沉船之谜的答案也越来越近了。潜水时间所剩不多了，克里西又拉了一下帆布。但就在这时，由于底下失去了支撑，整个铁柜倒下来。几百磅重的钢铁压在克里西的头上，把他的脸埋在他自己挖出的洞里。克里西试图移动身体，但于事无补。他被困在了沉船里。 克里西逐渐意识到了事态的严重性。氮醉像一只出笼的野狗，露着森白的牙齿向他袭来。他的心脏不断抽搐，他的大脑几乎停止了思考。他满脑子只有一个念头：他遇到了大麻烦，他被困在这里了。他试图将铁柜移开，但是无济于事——铁柜倒下来之后又嵌入其他的碎片之中，将克里西牢牢地卡在了底下。外面的克里斯看了看表，发现儿子已经超时了。他本来没有打算进入沉船，因为一直是克里西在里面工作，他对里面的环境并不熟悉，但是他还是游进了潜艇。 克里斯找到儿子，开始帮他移开铁柜。克里西挣扎着向外爬，但是他的剧烈行动使他消耗了更多的空气，也加剧了他的氮醉症状。克里斯用力去搬铁柜。几分钟后，克里西终于从铁柜下钻了出来。现在，父子二人必须离开沉船。克里西看了看表，已经三十分钟了。他和父亲的潜水时间只剩下十分钟。 正常情况下，劳斯父子会循着克里西的引导绳离开沉船找到他们放在甲板上的备用气瓶，然后开始上浮。但是在克里西挣扎的过程中，他的引导绳绕在了帆布上，打上了密密麻麻的结。氮醉引起的症状像工厂里的铁锤一样在克里西的脑海中砰砰地响着。克里西的视线越来越窄，他的心里非常恐慌。他和父亲向控制室的方向游去，然后成功地从一处裂缝离开了潜艇。气瓶和锚绳就在他们前方四十英尺的地方。劳斯父子所要做的只是游向艇尾，找到气瓶然后开始上升。但是经过长时间的挣扎，克里西已经转向了，他以为自己走错了方向。他转身向艇首的方向游去——与气瓶和锚绳的方向正好相反。他的父亲跟在他的身后。 劳斯父子疯狂地寻找他们的备用气瓶。克里斯只将一只气瓶放在沉船外，因此他将剩下的一只给了克里西。一分钟过去了，两人一直在寻找。但是他们已经离气瓶150多英尺远了，而且氮醉的症状在不断加剧。两分钟过去了，然后是三分钟、五分钟——他们还是没有找到气瓶。他们又找了五分钟，却从没想过他们现在是在气瓶和锚绳相反的方向。克里西看了看表，他已经在水下40分钟了。劳斯父子的潜水时间已经延长了20分钟。他们的减压时间本来只要六十分钟，而现在增加到了两个半小时。两人都没有足够的空气能够支撑这么长时间。 一名使用氦氮氧混合气的头脑清醒的潜水员会使用剩下的气体尽力完成减压。但是劳斯父子这次没有使用氦氮氧混合气，而是使用了空气。克里西想到丢失气瓶而且在沉船上迷了路，他感到非常恐惧，他选择了那个会让潜水员痛苦一生的做法——他要冲到水面上去。他的父亲也跟着这样做了。莱格曾说过一句话描述那些从深海海底冲出水面的潜水员：“他们在做这个决定的时候就已经注定要死了，”他说道，“只是他们自己无法意识到这一点。” 劳斯父子像火箭一样冲向水面，在水底100英尺的地方他们遇到了一个奇迹。在他们急速上升的过程中，他们看到了锚绳。他们赶紧游过去，将锚绳抓在手中，现在他们有了生存下去的机会。他们可以依靠剩下的空气进行减压，然后在20英尺的地方就可以换上“探索者”号放在那里的应急氧气瓶。 克里西用他父亲给他的备用气瓶换下了自己的主气瓶。他从新气瓶中吸气，但是差点被呛死——进气管已经破裂了，他吸入的是水而不是空气，这些足以让克里西失去理智。他换回主气瓶，又向水面冲去，他的父亲也紧跟着他向上冲去。这次，克里西无论如何不会再停下来了。 在“探索者”号的舵手室中，查特顿、柯勒和克伦威尔正在观察天气——汹涌的海水和猛烈的海风正蜂拥而至。一分钟后，他们看到两个潜水员出现在船前方100英尺的水面上。查特顿凑近看了看，他认出了劳斯父子曲棍球帽一样的潜水帽。他们浮上来的时间比预期提前了一个小时。 “噢，天哪，”查特顿说道，“出事了。” 查特顿和柯勒冲下舵手室的楼梯跑到船头。查特顿举起手臂将指尖放在头顶，这是他们通用的手语，表示“你还好吗”？但劳斯父子没有反应。六英尺的海浪将两人抛向了船边。查特顿和柯勒赶紧观察两人的脸色。父子两人瞪大的双眼都在不停地眨动。 “你们完成减压了吗？”查特顿大声喊道。 两人都没有回答。 “游到船这边来！”查特顿又喊道。 克里西动了动胳膊向“探索者”号靠近了一点。克里斯也试图游动，但是他身体斜着沉在水里就像一条半死的金鱼。 “克里西！你们完成减压了吗？”查特顿接着问道。 “没有，”克里西终于说出话来了。 “你们直接冲到了水面上？” “是的，”克里西说道。 听到这个回答，柯勒的脸色变得惨白。他记起了“大西洋沉船潜水员”的一个说法：我宁愿割断喉咙也不愿没有减压就冲出水面。 查特顿将两根绳子扔给劳斯父子。但“探索者”号在怒海狂澜中像一匹脱了缰的野马时刻可能将查特顿和柯勒甩到大西洋中。一个八英尺高的大浪迎面打了过来，“探索者”号被抛向空中，像刽子手的斧头一样向被推到船底的克里西头上猛砍下去，克里西无力逃脱。查特顿和柯勒屏住呼吸。“探索者”号从布满乌云的天空中劈了下来，击中了克里西的空气调节器，离他的头部只有几英寸之遥。铜制的阀门被劈开，里面剩余的气体全部喷了出来。查特顿再次将绳子扔出，劳斯父子分别抓住一根绳子。查特顿和柯勒将他们拉到船边，又将他们从船底拖上船尾。克伦威尔冲进了舵手室。 他赶紧用无线电和大西洋海岸警卫队联系，但是没有回音。 “该死的东西，”他想到，“我得发求救信号了。” “救命！救命！救命！”克伦威尔向手中的扩音器喊道，“我是'探索者'号。请立即派直升机救援。我们有潜水员受伤了。收到请回答。”布鲁克林海岸警卫队驻地收到了他的求救信号，他们派出了一架直升机。 查特顿、柯勒和其他潜水员继续将劳斯父子向船尾拉近。克里斯先被拉到了梯子旁，接着克里西也到了附近。 “克里斯，抓住梯子！”查特顿喊道。 “先把克里西拉上去，”克里斯呻吟道。 查特顿本想坚持先将克里斯拉上来，但是当他看到克里斯瞪大的眼睛时，他改变了主意。他从克里斯的眼睛中看到了恐惧和绝望——他清楚他的生命已经到了最后时刻。 “好吧，克里西，游过来！”查特顿冲着小劳斯喊道。克里西手里拿着绳子在他父亲身后10英尺的地方。潜水员们将克里西拖到梯子旁，他痛苦地叫着。 “我的腿动不了了！”克里西喊道，“他妈的！他妈的！我的腿受伤了！伤得很重！” 查特顿知道减压病的症状已经在他们身上出现了。他和柯勒骑在船舷的两侧用胳膊架着克里西，托着他气瓶的底部保持身体平衡。“探索者”号在大自然的怒火中起伏，每次风浪都可能将潜水员们扔到船外，也可能将克里西再次抛到船底。查特顿和柯勒胳膊酸痛地拽着克里西沉重的身体。终于在两次风浪的间隙中将克里西拉上了梯子，克里西像个落网的金枪鱼一样重重摔在甲板上。 “把他抬到更衣台上！”查特顿命令道。柯勒和其他人将克里西拖到了更衣台上，然后除去他身上的装备。芭布。兰德是一名专业护士，她强迫克里西吞下阿斯匹林，并喂他喝了水，然后将氧气罩戴在他脸上。 “他妈的！他妈的！他妈的！”克里西喊道，“我的腿动不了了。” 兰德摇着克里西的头。 “你会没事的，克里西，”她说道，“你现在已经在船上了。” 克里西挣扎着，尖叫着，想把氧气罩从脸上拉下去。 “我上不来气了，”他叫道，“我快死了！有个怪物在我上面！我被困住了！” 在梯子旁的查特顿将注意力放到了克里斯的身上。 “克里斯！克里斯！加油，该你了。你可以的。快！”查特顿喊道。 克里斯看着查特顿的眼睛。 “我不行了，”他说道，“我知道我不行了，对不起。” 克里斯的下巴垂到了胸前，他的头沉进了水里。查特顿和柯勒穿着衣服跳到冰冷的水里。查特顿托起克里斯的头让他可以呼吸。 “给我一把刀！”查特顿喊道。“探索者”号在风浪中一下下地击打着海面，将查特顿和柯勒向水中猛推。船随着海浪上升的时候，查特顿喊道：“我要把他的装备卸下来！” 柯勒指了指克里斯插在肩上的潜水刀。查特顿取下潜水刀，将克里斯的装备割断。然后查特顿将克里斯扛在肩上，爬上了梯子。海浪剧烈地摇动着船身，查特顿拼命抓住梯子，眼睛中溅满了海水。柯勒向克里斯的面镜看去，希望能够从他眼中看到恐惧，那样就表示克里斯还活着。但克里斯只是直勾勾地看着前方。两人将克里斯拖上了甲板，他的蛙鞋在浸满海水的甲板上拍打着。查特顿开始给老劳斯做人工呼吸。 过了一会儿，克里斯毫无反应，他的皮肤开始变蓝。柯勒不住低声说道：“加油，克里斯，别放弃……别放弃……别放弃……”查特顿接着给他做人工呼吸。突然，克里斯呕吐了，查特顿甚至可以尝出他和克里斯早晨一起喝的百事可乐的味道。柯勒激动地跳了起来，他以为克里斯苏醒了。查特顿看着柯勒，眼神就像他1970年在越南战场上时一样。 “瑞奇，到舵手室去，”查特顿平静的语气让柯勒一度忘记了海上的风暴，“拿上纸和笔，将时间和事件记录下来，记下芭布采取过的措施和克里西说过的话。一定要记清楚，芭布从他身上看到了生命的迹象。把一切都记下来。我们要把这些信息提供给海岸警卫队。” 查特顿继续做着人工呼吸，但他每次向克里斯口中吹气都变得更加困难，这证明克里斯的血液已经开始在体内凝结了。五分钟后，克里斯的心脏停止了跳动，他的皮肤从蓝色变成煤灰色，他的眼白充满血丝。查特顿知道他死了。但是他还继续给他做人工呼吸。你不能因为他死了就将他放弃。 在更衣台上，兰德将克里西的棕色长发从脸上拨开，将他的头枕在她的膝盖上。克里西不断翻腾着，神志时而清醒时而模糊。 “怪物来了！”他叫道，“怪物来抓我了。他妈的！它是个王八蛋！” 柯勒咬着下嘴唇做着记录。 “爸爸！我爸爸怎么样了？”克里西问道。 柯勒和兰德看向查特顿，他还在徒劳无益地给克里斯那毫无生命迹象的身体做着人工呼吸。他们知道克里斯已经死了。 “约翰和你爸爸在一起，”柯勒告诉他，“他正在吸氧。他会好的。坚持住，克里西。你能