A little about Will

Let me say right up front that I’m no writer. I’m just a guy with a story to tell. I’ve often been lucky by being in the right place at the right time.

These stories are about the four and a half years I spent in the Alvin Group working for the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution.

I remember all this like it was yesterday because of the big impact it had on me. It took my life and career on a track that I had never imagined before.

That was over 30 years ago and it’s been a wild ride sometimes. There’s the old question; “Do you know the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story?” A fairy tale starts out “Once upon a time” and a sea story starts out “This is no shit!”

Well read on because this is no shit!

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Styrofoam

Everybody wants a souvenir of their big adventure with Alvin. It’s still a big thing. Alvin is up to over 4000 dives and a little dirty arithmetic tells me that about 8000 people have seen the bottom through those view ports. Still a small number and definitely a life long memorable experience. Souvenirs rarely come from the bottom. I have a small rock collection but by and large anything that comes off the bottom is a scientific sample and is highly prized.
The single most popular souvenir is the Styrofoam cup. A regular sized coffee cup will have all of the air squeezed out of it by the tremendous pressure of the oceans depths and come back the size of a thimble. If you write clearly with a waterproof marker you can still read it after the shrinking. People will put the dive number and the scientists name along with the location. Many put their kid’s names on them for show and tell at school.
Other forms of Styrofoam came out. Mike Nolan sent a 6-pack cooler down that came back in beautiful shape. It would hold 1 can of beer. Wig heads were cool. They would come back about the size of something you would stick on a pencil. I learned how to give them hair by sticking strands of Poly Pro line in the scalp with a small screwdriver. The “follicles” would close up as the head shrank and held the hair in place.





 Most of the time the volume of cups is easy to handle by using a mesh laundry bag. There was this one time though that that didn’t quite work out.
It was 1986 and we were over the wreck of the Titanic. The U.S. Navy was paying for this show and they brought a lot of people along. So many that they had to bring their own ship, the U.S.S. Ortolon. She was a submarine rescue vessel but they were using her as a hotel. There would be several transfers ship to ship each day. The Ortolon was full ship with about 450 men aboard. For their souvenirs they sent over many trash bags full of cups. It was an overwhelming volume of cups!
One big problem with cups is that if one slides inside another and then shrinks they will never come apart again. My solution to this was to string them like pop corn on a Christmas tree. I used a narrow cotter pin and a 20 ft piece of thin but strong nylon line.
I threaded the cups butt to butt and open end to open end to keep them apart. We did 4 of these 20 ft. strings and it didn’t even put a dent in the pile of trash bags of cups. Back by the motor controllers on Alvin is a cavity that is protected by the sub's skin that would hold the cups nicely. To get them in there we stuffed them through a limber hole at the top of the skin. Limber holes let water or air flow in and out of this cavity easily. I should say now that this limber hole was located about 6 inches from the port aft thruster.
Ralph had the first dive. He got to the bottom but didn’t stay long due to a flooded battery tank. Alvin was on deck by noon and we worked all night to get it ready for the next day. It was a short dive but long enough to get the cups shrunk. The next day we doubled our efforts and stuffed twice as many strings of cups in that cavity as the day before. A piece of duct tape and we were good to go. A brilliant plan. Dudley had the second dive down to the wreck. Everything was going smooth till midday when Dudley called up and said the port aft thruster was not working. No big deal, he just disabled it and continued on for the rest of a normal dive. We never put 2 and 2 together at this point.
After running his batteries down on a full day at the bottom Dudley dropped his weights and headed for the surface. 2 ½ hours later he popped up right where we expected him to. The little white sub with the orange sail and hundreds of white dots floating all around it. What the hell is that?! That, is all those damned cups! I guess when the duct tape gave way covering the limber hole that port aft thruster sucked up those cups like Auntie Em’s house in a twister! I must have pulled 60 yards of that nylon line from around the shaft of that thruster. That’s what caused it to fault out. Oops!!
Well, no harm no foul I say. Losing the thruster during the dive didn’t slow Dudley down. The Navy boys lost some cups but they had bags full more to go. And to top it all off we got 3 hours of overtime to replace the blown motor controller. Not a bad day after all!

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