Trip Report
By Andy Murch
The seas off of the North Carolina coast are known as the Graveyard of the Atlantic. A combination of violent storms and wartime activity has left this region littered with twisted shipwrecks. Many of the wrecks are scattered and forgotten but those that hold their form create a magnet for marine life within the otherwise featureless terrain.
Joining Shark Diver and many new shark crazy friends, I was lucky to snatch two great days on the wrecks of the Papoose, and the Carib Sea, before the ocean boiled in the wake of Hurricane Francis. Arriving at Olympus Dive Center on a sunny August afternoon we were told that the forecast was grim. Francis was on its way north from the Caribbean and due to make landfall on the Florida Coast at any minute. The following morning dawned clear, if not calm, and fighting the swells we made our way out to the Papoose and dropped in on some of the most ferocious looking sharks in the Atlantic.
This oasis in the aquatic desert acts as a food factory for passing predators, and large intimidating Sandtiger sharks keep watch on all who come to feast. Anchored in rolling swells, we were happy to finally get underwater into the relative calm of the ocean surge. Upon descending, the sharks were instantly visible. Famous for their menacing snaggle-tooth grins, these large powerful fish patrol back and forth, around and above the wrecks. Each shark with an entourage of thousands of silvery baitfish that form a molten cloak around their bodies. Occasionally the sharks twitch and shiver as though aggravated by the constant static from so many tiny electric fields.
One by one the sharks sauntered toward us. They move with a noticeable nonchalance that hints at power, but they refuse to waste it on us. Wandering on, they draw distant circles around the wreck, perhaps vaguely irritated by our intrusion so close to their larder.
Heading off towards the bow I find myself alone with many large sharks and swimming freely amongst them until my bubbles, or more likely my camera strobes, encourage them to drift away across the sand. Resisting the temptation to follow, I headed back to find everyone engaged with their own group of sharks close to the anchor line. Together the divers ascend en masse, all hanging in the blue waiting to surface. The minutes tick slowly by until finally we are able to descend once more and repeat the experience.
The next day we drop down into the belly of the CaribSea, through a bitter thermocline to where the clear blue water turned to plankton-heavy soup. Down here the sharks materialize like phantoms on a ghost ship. Visibility maxed out at 2 meters and I find each section of the wreck becomes a pointless challenge for a photographer looking for shark portraits.
I kick back into the light at around 55 feet, and watch Eli swimming with an 8ft female sandtiger while videographer Rafa Flores floats eye to eye with another large individual that hovers in front of him, the shark suspended in space. Their large oil filled livers, combined with the unusual habit of gulping air at the surface, give these extraordinary sharks the ability to remain almost completely motionless without sinking to the sea floor.
The divers, all now experienced shark junkies, hold their positions, working hard to control their buoyancy in the void are rewarded with many close encounters throughout the day. It is difficult trying to photographs these sharks and maintain position in the blue gray water with very little visual reference. At the end of the dive, each diver is forced to return to the ascent line, we hang with eyes cast downward to where the sharks with their grey-bronze dorsal sufaces, ever shrouded in shimmering fish continue their leisurely circuits. Surfacing at the end of the second day we return to land as good friends that have just shared an exciting adventure together. On that last journey home, divers offer up their prizes. Some had sandtiger teeth they have plucked from the seabed, others had video and still images, and one or two divers simply have that look in their eyes, and that smile on their face that comes only from a long day of diving with sharks.
