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I looked downwards and saw my legs and black fins suspended above an inky void. There was no sign of any wreck at all. I got myself into a prone position and kicked my legs, the jet fins propelling me easily up to the bow where the painter was tied off to the white buoy. Once I got there I could see the buoy line leading below and at the limit of my vision I could make out a blurred shape, which must be the foremast down at a depth of about 10 metres.

The three of us clustered around the downline and after a round of OK signals the dive started. I dumped some air out of my ABLJ and duck-dived, getting my head well down and my feet high above me out of the water. The weight high up sent me moving downwards and as my fins slipped beneath the water, I kicked my legs and moved further down.

Almost immediately came the familiar pressure on my ears - which I got rid of by popping them. I moved down the line keeping a wary hand on it. Very soon the foremast materialised out of the gloom - covered with marine growth with swathes of long kelp fronds attached to it. Some of the original cross rigging hung about in places providing footholds for sea life to colonise.