Titanic's Last Secrets: The Further Adventures of Shadow Divers John Chatterton and Richie Kohler
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After rewriting history with their discovery of a Nazi U-boat off the coast of New Jersey, legendary divers John Chatterton and Richie Kohler decided to investigate the great enduring mystery of history's most notorious shipwreck: Why did Titanic sink as quickly as it did?
To answer the question, Chatterton and Kohler assemble a team of experts to explore Titanic, study its engineering, and dive to the wreck of its sister ship, Brittanic, where Titanic's last secrets may be revealed.
Titanic's Last Secrets is a rollercoaster ride through the shipbuilding history, the transatlantic luxury liner business, and shipwreck forensics. Chatterton and Kohler weave their way through a labyrinth of clues to discover that Titanic was not the strong, heroic ship the world thought she was and that the men who built her covered up her flaws when disaster struck. If Titanic had remained afloat for just two hours longer than she did, more than two thousand people would have lived instead of died, and the myth of the great ship would be one of rescue instead of tragedy.
Titanic's Last Secrets is the never-before-told story of the Ship of Dreams, a contemporary adventure that solves a historical mystery.
said. I can take you right to it. I wrote the coordinates in my notebook. Who else has seen these ribbons of steel? Chatterton asked. Concannon told him that neither the sub pilot, Anatoly Sagalevich, nor the other man, one of the expedition leaders, paid any attention to them. Why not? Chatterton thought. What he said was Let me think about it, Dave. Concannon told Chatterton he needed a decision right away. The Russians who owned the mothership, Keldysh, and the two Mir subs were
shelled walnuts, twenty-five cases of sardines, four cases of straw hats, three cases of tennis balls, two barrels of mercury, a new Renault automobile, fifteen cases of rabbit hair, one case of Edison gramophones, three cases of hairnets, two cases of shoes, and seventy-six cases of dragon’s blood (the sap from a palm tree found in the Canary Islands that was used to color varnish and women’s makeup). The cargo manifest listed cases of anchovies, mussels, liquor, wine, linoleum, raw leather,
drifting ship. The passengers lining the rails were oblivious to what was about to happen to Titanic. The band was playing a medley from Oscar Straus’s Chocolate Soldier. Sailors were coiling the mooring lines. On the mooring bridge over the stern, Smith saw Henry Wilde looking on helplessly as New York bore down on his ship. Smith’s celebrated career was about to end in ignominy. Clutching at one last straw, he bellowed to the helmsman inside the bridge: Port engine ahead full! He had never
her compartments must have been sprung from bow to stern.” That was not the E. J. Smith whom Senator Smith knew. The papers painted Titanic’s captain as a reckless fool, but that simply could not be true. If it wasn’t, Smith wondered, what had happened to the ship? What about the ice warnings the papers said Smith had received? Why had the world’s largest, finest, and safest passenger ship foundered on its maiden voyage? Two days after the disaster, while Carpathia was still steaming to New
wheelchair, looking like a sick, frightened teenage boy. He testified for a little over an hour, his voice weakening by the minute as he described sending the distress calls, Carpathia’s response, and the confusion in the radiosphere over the Atlantic until Captain Smith relieved him. Bride’s voice was almost a whisper when he told how he was swept into the water and clambered atop the overturned boat. Bride said he was the last man invited on board. Everyone on the overturned boat was a member