Launch Time = 0921 August 9 2007 Location: Zhemchug Canyon (N 58.36.2701 W 174 15.2287)
The Nuytco Crew closed my hatch on Deepworker 7 at just after 8 am. A damp, chilling autumnal breeze was still blowing but seas laid down considerably. Diek put us on station at the north rim of Zhemchug Canyon in waters just over 500 meters deep.
Hettie set me into the water first, allowing me some time to manuever around on the surface. Almost immediately, several high -speed black and white mammals zipped by in front of my viewing dome! When making headway under thrusters in choppy water, our field of view rocks from underwater to wave crests to just above surface. So I was able to see the two dozen or so
Dall's porpoise ripping across the surface, then circling around me just a few meters below surface. Weeha ! Once deployed, David and I moved toward one another for descent, watching in awe as now dozens of porpoise dazzled us with their elegant, swift swimming skills and remarkable beauty.
I engaged my manipulator arm to orient my high definition video camera toward David, and proceeded to film him surrounded by the pod. As I descended some 50 feet below him, many a curious porpoise swam down and rolled slightly sideways just an arms length from my dome.
WHAT WERE THEY DOING? Tilting an eye for a better view? Showing off their flashy streamlined torso? Trying to communicate some cetacean message to through my titanium and acrylic pilot pod? I cannot say what was in the minds of these creatures, but they certainly seemed captivated by our shiny human shells.
Just past the 300 foot depth level, I looked up into dim surface light to see torpedo-shaped sillhouettes swimming near surface. One at a time, they tipped their heads downward and with the most powerful, graceful flexing of their entire trunk, they rocketed straight toward me. With one quick whip turn past me their visit ended without so much as a pause at depth.
Not long after the porpoise visits ceased, I heard news that my human companion was also departing. We had entered the squid zone --- with hundreds of feisty cephalopods darting at the subs from every direction. I made it through the layer unscathed ... except that one attacker left the front of my dome without one its eight legs .... a single squid leg remained attached to my dome by its suckers for my entire dive.
David did not fare so well running the squid gauntlet. Apparently he took squid into his vertical thruster and jammed it or blew a fuse. At just a few hundred feet down, he reported the condition to topside and was ordered to surface for retrieval. Topside navigators issued me a most welcome "proceed to bottom solo" order, so into the abyss I continued.
Billions of brittlestars awaited me on the familiar silty seafloor upon landing at 1,737 feet. Swift slope currents carried ditritus was apparently the quarry of these tiny stars, as most had their tentacle-like, bristly arms extended up from their anchorages to harvest the organic material coming their way.
Strong currents nearly overwhelmed me in Deepworker 7 I was carried away from my landing location in just the time it took to report my life support system readings to topside. Like so much flotsam, I, too was swept along in the current when not using full thrusters to maintain headway on my transect compass course.
High currents create unique oases for marine life at such depths. In this case fields of gravel, cobble and occaisonal boulders swept clean of silt and sand with nutrient loaded seawater flowing through provide the necessary attachment substrata for sessile organisms and shelter for mobile species like fish and crab. Once in this rocky terrain, the tangerine realm of Zhemchug Canyon was unveiled. I first caught sight of fields of brilliant mandarin - orange anenomes with tentacles wide open like so many blossoms. Golden orange rockfish (Sebastes), asteroid stars, nudibranchs ('seaslugs'), hermit crabs, transluscent shrimp, seastars, plume worms, decorator crabs, corals, and even orange-hued sponges clustered on every bit of solid stone exposed.
I proceeded along my transect at a heading of roughly 030 to 360 degrees, but maintaining constant speed and trackline tough. Using the large manipulator on Deepworker 7, I collected a few specimens of sponges, corals, and other organisms for which we needed taxonomic confirmation.
Some creatures seemed to carry on with their day, while others scurried for shelter or hovered a little closer to the shadows of coral branches as I approached.
Here are a few images of creature from the dive. The tiny golden king crab came to surface inadvertently ... it was clinging deep within the orange sponge it lives on in situ. This is yet another one of the wonderful species associations we have been able to observe and document in the Canyons. Associates are species which have an interdependance for a phase of their life or their entire lives. Researchers have found that these golden king crab are found with this sponge both in the Aleutian Islands and now we have seen evidence of a similar association in the Canyons.
After over three hours surveying waters below 1,700 feet, my power system began to exhibit signs of drainage. Working in the currents, filming and collecting with the manipulator combined can draw batteries down moreso than a passive dive. Whatever the cause, topside navigator requested that I return to surface and conserve energy where possible.
No pilot ever wants to be called back to surface. The exquisite and surreal world in the deep sea is so fascinating that none of us were ever anxious to leave. However, upon being called, there is no questioning topside orders, so with great reluctance, I activated vertical thrusters and began to ascend.
Even with all lights, sonar, compass and manipulator off, progress toward surface was slow. Out of concern for my power supply and pace of ascent, topside directed me to rise using my soft balast air tanks .... by injecting the tanks with high pressure air, I was able to achieve an ascent rate of about 100 feet every 45 seconds. It was the first time any of us had used this procedure, so correcting air volumes as I ascended was a new experience. Nuytco's attentive ops team monitored my progress, and I surfaced slightly buoyant, but without incident.
During all of this, some familiar faces greeted me as I approached surface. At about 250 feet down, several inquisitive Dall's Porpoise appeared. They proceeded to frolic about the sub until I was recovered. What an exhiliarating ride! Being surrounded by a pod of wild and free Dall's Porpoise was at once humbling and inspiring. I feel incredibly fortunate to visit their undersea world.