3 Ocean Horror Stories | Something Was Rising Beneath Their Boat
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What setup and premise introduce these three ocean horror stories?
We've mapped the surface of Mars in better detail than our own ocean floor. So when somebody comes back from deep water saying they saw something they can't explain, you can't just wave it off, because nobody actually knows what's down there. Tonight, I've got three stories from people who found out. a delivery captain whose depth sounder picks up something enormous rising beneath his boat in water three miles deep a woman sailing alone across the indian ocean who rescues a man from a life raft then realizes far too late what she's brought aboard and a skeptic commercial diver, 190 feet under an oil platform at night, who meets something at a sealed hatch that speaks to him, in his own voice. Before we begin, if you enjoy Scary Stories, subscribe to the channel, turn on notifications, and follow the podcast wherever you listen, so you never miss a new episode.
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I've been delivering boats for other people for about 16 years now. It's a strange little corner of the sailing world that most people don't know exists. Somebody buys a catamaran in Fort Lauderdale and wants it in the Virgin Islands, and instead of sailing it there themselves, they pay a crew to do it for them. That crew is me and whoever I bring along. I've crossed the Gulf Stream more times than I can count, done the Atlantic twice, and spent more nights of my adult life offshore than in a bed that doesn't move. I'm telling you this because I want you to understand that what happened on this particular delivery did not happen to somebody who spooks easy. The ocean has thrown just about everything at me over the years, and I have an explanation filed away for almost all of it.
Almost. The boat was a 41-foot catamaran, nearly new, and the run was Fort Lauderdale down to Tortola. Standard stuff. Roughly a thousand miles, most of it through open Atlantic, and if the weather cooperates you can do it in seven or eight days. My crew was Rennie, who I've sailed with for over a decade, and who is the single most unflappable human being I have ever met, and a younger guy named Marcus. who was building up his offshore miles and paid attention and didn't talk too much, which honestly is most of what I ask for in a third crew member. The first four days were about as good as ocean sailing gets. Steady wind on the beam, flying fish coming aboard at night. The three of us rotating through watches and eating too much pasta.
Point is, everything was normal, better than normal. On the fifth day, the wind started dying. That's not unusual out there. You're threading between weather systems the whole way down. And the forecast had shown a soft patch we'd have to motor through. By early evening, the wind was gone completely, and I mean completely. The sea went flat, not calm, flat. There's a difference, and if you've spent time offshore, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Even in a dead calm there is usually some old swell rolling through from a storm a thousand miles away, some texture on the water. This had none. The surface was smooth and still all the way out to the horizon in every direction, and the boat sat on it without moving at all.
We started the engines and motored. Now here's the first thing I noticed, and at the time I gave it about four seconds of thought. The birds were gone. Out there you almost always have something. Sheer waters cutting across your wake. A tropic bird way up high. Something. That evening there was nothing in the sky and nothing on the water. I remember mentioning it to Rennie and Rennie shrugging. And that was the whole conversation. High pressure sitting on top of us. Dead air. Birds off wherever the wind went. Fine. Around 10 that night, Marcus came and got me off my bunk because the depth sounder was reading 300 feet. I want to explain why that's strange. We were in the middle of the Atlantic Basin. The charted depth under us was over 15,000 feet.
A depth sounder in water that deep doesn't read anything at all. It just shows blank.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What setup and premise introduce these three ocean horror stories?
0:15–6:39
2
How did a delivery captain’s depth sounder detect something rising from three miles deep?
6:39–19:13
3
What signs and reactions signaled danger during the catamaran encounter at night?
19:13–52:56
4
How did the solo sailor discover and initially help the man in the life raft?
52:56–1:06:41
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