CHAPTER ONEIt is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Wearing close to two-hundred pounds of scuba gear, Gary Gilligan was anxious to make his ungainly entry into the rolling seas of the Atlantic. The neoprene dry suit and his heavy undergarments had him sweating bullets under the hot July-afternoon sun. Prior to his giant step outward and down from the deck of the dive boat RV Wahoo
, Gary glanced around and surveyed his surroundings with only the narrow range of vision that his dive mask afforded him.
Land had long since disappeared over the horizon, and no other vessel was in sight....