(Broome, Australia) When you work as a diver on a pearl farm, there are
many ways to "buy the farm." Our head diver Mitchell, known as Sharky,
was not afraid to take risks to get the job done. He was a loose gun in a
company of cowboys. Sharky seeme destined to make an original exit.
A near miss happened in Roebuck Bay. He miscalculated the amount of fuel
needed for the air compressor that pumps air to the divers below. Instead
of following standard procedure--bringing everyone up and refuelling during
a surface interval--he surfaced alone to top up the fuel tank while the
compressor was still running.
The deck was unsteady, and naturally he spilled some petrol. The
compressor had been running for hours. Its red-hot exhaust ignited the
spilled fuel, and the flames followed the fuel into the tank.
The $200,000 dive boat was brand-new and fully kitted out for the pearl
farm, including oxygen for resuscitations. The resulting mushroom cloud
explosion from the oxy bottle startled observers all the way back in town,
five kilometers away.
Luckily Sharky jumped back in the water before the big explosion. He and
his crew were picked up by another dive boat.
Despite this incident, Sharky was promoted to skipper of a larger vessel.
However, the skipper still found excuses to don the old dive gear. One
such excuse was a mooring rope tangled around the propeller. Instead of
asking an outfitted diver for assistance, Sharky chucked on his dive gear,
started the compressor, clipped on a dive hose, and jumped off the back of
the boat. But he neglected to take the boat out of gear...
The spinning prop entangled his hose and started reeling him in. His
"lifeline" pulled him through the prop, and he died on the way to hospital.
Sharky didn't have any children (that he knew of) but he did have a wicked
sense of humour. I hope he forgives me for submitting him for a Darwin
Award! He died doing what he always did... having a go.
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