Posted by Michael Hemming on October 05, 2015
So there I was, with five others, standing on a small boat in the Gulf of Oman. The air temperature was an unbearable 47 degrees, and the boat was fiercely rocking side to side, enough to make even the hardiest of sailors question their choice of profession. All eyes were focused on the horizon, as though any distracting glance away from the sea could jeopardise all efforts. Until suddenly, out of the deep, a yellow metallic body was spotted glistening under the midday sun. This was exactly what we were searching for.
As soon as the object was spotted, the ship was brought to an abrupt stop by the captain, whilst the crew organised themselves accordingly. An extended catching device was lowered into the water, plucking the object carefully out of the water below.