Polluce Wreck - the Recovery

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Polluce Wreck - the Recovery

October 13, 2011 - 23:34

It was one of those highly unlikely chains of unforeseable events that led us to Elba the pictoresque but somewhat mislaid lump of land in the Meditterean made famous by emperor Napoleon’s exile here: The fact that the treasureship Polluce was finally being excavated.

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Saturation divers

103 meter below the surface saturation divers, are working their way across the remainder of the wreck meticulously sorting and sifting through the debris, rectangle by rectangle. On a tv-monitor in the coffee-room we can follow the divers’ progress. The image is grainy and comes from a camera mounted on the divers’ helmet, enabling us to see what is going on in a restricted field in front of the divers. Sometimes we see a hand, sometimes the suction head protrude into the view as they remove a century and half of silt from whatever remain of this once so stately vessel. Once in a while we see some old timber, then some rock and then something that appears to be … treasure? … or...maybe not.

It is hard to make out on that little grainy monitor in the crewroom, the image quality isn’t exactly a match for BBC’s Blue Planet DVD collection.

From the starboard side of the wide barge the dive bell is suspended in heavy cables and a umbilical. The stream of bobbles rise from so deep – over 100 meters – through the water column that they break up into a myriad of smaller bubbles that turn the surface beside the barge into a froth. I can’t help pondering how “another day at the office” may be like down there. The divers has to spend three weeks of ultimate boredom in compression where they work in four hour shifts.

€350 a day

They must be paid very well I surmise out loud. About €350 a day comes the answer from behind me where one of the Italian tenders is having a smoke and a break and we get to talk. Not exactly a stately salary for enduring such an ordeal with the ever present dangers and lasting effects on your health. And for being without the wonderful Mediterranean sunshine that we can now enjoy - the sea is flat and it is pleasantly warm considering it is almost November. The atmosphere is pleasantly relaxed yet laden with tickling expectations of what the baskets may bring up next time.

Many of the men around me are weatherbeaten veteran of the offshore or salvage industry. Sturdy, with grey hair and furrowed faces they radiate all the experience and hard lives you can imagine. Yet they seem to retain this boyish goofiness and childlike expectations that only boys with toys can muster. Maybe a treasurehunt is a pleasant break from the dirty oilbusiness or the tedium of salvage work.
( The previous chapter in this tall tall can be found here )


Needless to say there was also police on board. Huge, stern looking carabinieri from the art and antiquities sections’ underwater squad who, however, turned out to be just another bunch of jokesters, were there in strenght to provide the necessary protection and guard the treasure. No wonder. Some rumours had it that there might be as much as four tons of goldbars down there too. It has been alleged that a secret cache of goldbars were stashed somewhere in the fore departments and not listed on any cargo declarations. When Polluce sank it was a volatile era in Europe’s history and many of the familar nationalstates that we know of today,most notably Germany and Italy, were only starting to come together in a painful process.

It is an unreal sensation being out here. How many of us have heard tales or stories about treasures, say like in the tales of 1001 night, pirate movies or our childhoods’ bedtime stories? Most of us I guess. How many ever get to see actual treasure, see it come to light, let alone get to handle it? The chances of this must be like winning the lottery. Yet, I am witnessing it. Gold, silver, glassware, jewellery and other items come out of the grey clayish mud being brought up from the seabed.

Mud all over

One of the metal baskets is now being hoisted out of the water and swung into the cradle on the scaffold in which it fits and a new empty basket sent back down. The crew and the carabinieri shovels the content out on a big mesh for closer examination. It is a very dirty job. There is mud and grey stains everywhere.

The slurry of the mesh is then doused down with hand showers to wash off the silt from any solid objects. Most of it is gravel, sticks, pieces of timber and seashells. But here and there is a coin or two. Or some manmade object or piece thereof that is not always easy to identify. Who knows what broken of corner of a 1830’s household item look like? I don’t for sure - and I am helplessly puzzled by this clearly manmade, round object with concentric grooves and a spongy feel to it that I am now holding in my hand. I have no clue whatsoever what it might be. There is also this oblong cylindrical


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on page 14

X-Ray Mag #8

November 22, 2005 - 12:26

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