Billy stayed on board and I dove the wreck with Mary Ellen. Sheck decided to make the dive by himself shadowed by one of our support divers. We planned a twenty-minute exposure to 250 feet, followed by approximately an hour of decompression. Mary Ellen and I surfaced while Sheck was still on the decompression line with a support diver. In the distance, we noticed that there was a large cargo ship bearing down on us on a collision course. Billy repeatedly tried to raise the ship on the radio, warning them that we had divers in the water. To no avail—the freighter never responded. As it drew closer, with no signs of changing course, Billy decided that we had to move the boat though we still had divers on the line. We sent a support diver down to Sheck, who was decompressing at around sixty feet, to tell him to hang on—we were moving the boat to avoid a collision. It took Billy about five minutes to maneuver out of the way of the freighter, which blew its whistle at us as it went past.
Forty minutes or so later, Sheck sheepishly climbed back on board. The freighter, which had passed us, was still visible in the distance. Sheck asked if this sort of thing happened often. Billy replied it was not uncommon. Sheck, who acknowledged he was not too comfortable on boats, said that he was going to stick to cave diving after that.
Later that fall, I interviewed Sheck for the magazine. What follows here is a reprint of the original interview, which appeared in aquaCORPS Journal, #3, MIX, published in January 1992.
Two years later on April 6, 1994, Sheck drowned during a failed attempt to bottom out the Zacatøn cave system in Mexico, which was more than three hundred meters deep.