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Show Bryan Blanthorn they were coming? BRY: Oh, yes. I'm sure we did. I'm sure we did. Y and I r m mb r n u 1 particular I tried hard to save. He'd kind of gone off his rocker. And th at r r 1 clear. You could see down there for a mile it seemed like and see all th fi hand tuff. And they looked like little fish down there, just like trout you know. And now I know that they was big fish, and a lot of them sharks, and stuff. Well you could see some of them were big. And, oh, hell, I can see all them fish. And this guy-Hancock was his last name, and he sang a little on the ship there, and I liked to listen to him. He was a pretty good singer and he played the guitar. And he'd get on the intercom and sing every now and then for thirty minutes or so, and I used to like to hear him sing. Anyway, he'd kind of gone off of it. And he was determined he was going to get him a fish. And he dove down there, and he'd come up, and I'd get a hold of him and try to talk him into-I'd tell him, "Hell, we've been spotted, now don't lose your life for hell sake. But he was out of his mind by that time. And I'd get a hold of him and try to hold him, but pretty quick, you know, you'd relax just a little, or something, and wasn't thinking about it, and then all at once he'd slip away from me, and he'd dive. As I recall, somehow he come up with a knife of some kind there, or something. I'm not sure whether it was a knife. You know, it's hard to remember exactly, and at the time we was all half out of our minds. But he had something in his hand that was a knife, or whatnot, that he'd come up with from somewhere, and he'd dive down there. I can remember him diving so far down there. He looked like a little baby. And he'd stripped right off. And 40 |
