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My dive partner and I moved slowly down the shelving slope for a hundred feet or so. As we did, my eyes strained through the faceplate of my mask for the ghostly silhouette of a wreck to materialise out of the gloom down the slope. As the minutes went by and nothing appeared, I started to think that we had missed it. However, I then noticed that the way ahead of me was almost imperceptibly darker. It was so subtle at first that I thought that the darkening was only because we were moving down into deeper water.

About 25 feet down the slope, at the periphery of my visual field, there was an ominous dark looking shape, much like a dark cloud. As I moved towards it the shape got darker and more solid until finally the looming presence of a wreck materialised out of the gloom.

My emotions had roller-coasted in a series of highs and lows. At first there had been the initial excitement on the surface at the prospect of diving a new wreck. Then, I had had the disappointment of thinking we were going to miss the wreck. Suddenly the high was back - we were indeed onto a new wreck.