She Didn't Feel The Pull Until it Was Too Late

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hello everyone, and welcome back to Scary Interesting. In this video,
running over three extremely strange and disturbing things happening deep
in the water, or at least sort of, you'll see
what I mean, and as always, viewer discretion. As vost.

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It was late afternoon in March ninth, nineteen ninety seven,
in Napa County, California, as the locals and tourists started
together along the shores of Lake Barriesa. They weren't there
to fish or swim, though. Instead they were drawn there
by unique attraction, the Morning Glory Spillway. When the lake
level is low enough, the spillway looks like something right
out of a video game. It's a huge concrete tube

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that looks like it could transport you to a different
plane of existence. When the water is high, however, it
looks like something else entirely. To some, it's like an
optical illusion dropped into the middle of a reservoir. To others,
it looks like Lake barr Yessa has a built in drain.
In reality, the spell way is actually an aes central
part of California's water infrastructure. It just also happens to
be one of the most hypnotic and terrifying man made

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features in the entire state, which is why people tend
to gather to see it in action. The spillway sits
roughly two hundred yards from the Monticello Dam, which is
a three hundred and four foot tall concrete arch built
between nineteen fifty three and nineteen fifty seven to create
the lake barriersa reservoir. When it rains too much or
the nearby mountain snowpack melts too fast, all the water
has to go somewhere, and that's where the spillway comes in.

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At the surface of the lake, the spillway is seventy
two feet or twenty two meters in diameter. This is
big enough to comfortably fit a semi truck on its side.
It then plunges straight down over two hundred feet or
sixty one meters before narrowing to a twenty eight foot
or nine meters wide pipe at the bottom, and then
from there the water shot downstream with incredible force. The
spillway also is an operator with a button or switch

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from the dam. It does its job automatically. Once the
lake reaches its maximum level of four hundred and forty
feet above sea level, the spillway activates, and when it does,
it can drain at a terrifying rate of forty eight
thousand cubic feet per second. This is enough to fill
an Olympic sized swimming pool in less than two seconds.
And when the lake is full, the surface of the
water glides over the edge of the spillway and vanishes

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in a smooth, swirling cascade. There's no chaos on top,
just an eerie surface current that pulls toward the dark opening. Now,
the spillway wasn't designed for beauty, but it has become
a spectacle anyway. When it's active, people travel from alliver
it just to witness it. It's been featured in viral videos,
drone footage, and horror tinged documentaries. There's just something mesmerizing

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about it, how such a clean geometric form can hold
so much raw power beneath the surface. And although it
was originally built as a safety measure, it's become a
chilling reminder of the balance between utility and danger. It's
also a marvel of physics, gravity and hydrodynamic design. But
it's also a structure that seems to tap into the
part of the human brain that fields compelled to look
of the edge just a little too long. By the

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time anyone saw forty one year old Emily near the spillway,
it was already too late. The following day, in March tenth,
the Napa Valley Register was the first report in the instant.
The article describes how witnesses claimed to have seen a
fully clothed woman suddenly get to the lake and start swimming
toward the spillway. As she got closer and closer, spectators
on shore began to realize the danger and started yelling

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at her to get away and swim another direction. But
whether she couldn't hear their please or just didn't care
to listen, she didn't alter her course. When she reached
the concrete spillway opening, she reportedly climbed onto the lip
and stood there for a woman, weeping. Then she was gone.
No flailing, no screaming, just a silent decision and a final,
deliberate step forward. But it seems that this version is

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not actually correct. The next day, the Record search Light
published a report from the Associated Press that apparently corrected
several key details and painted a much more horrifying story.
The lake level was known to be high that evening,
and the spillway was active, which is what drew spectators
to gather there to witness it. As they watched millions
of gallons of water draining from the lake through the spillway,
they noticed a fully clothed woman and the water and

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began to swim toward the drain. The water was apparently glassy,
and no one realized just how close she was drifted
to the spillway until it was almost too late, because
so much water is being drawn into the spillway that
the surface of the lake was under the influence of
a massive hydraulic pull, one that grew stronger the closer
you got to the edge, so by the time by
stoners realized what was happening, Emily was already in trouble.

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People shouted desperate to get her attention, but again, whether
she didn't hear them or couldn't fight the current, she
continued drifting closer and closer, and finally she was caught
in it completely. At the mercy of the water, witnesses
would later say, she reached the lip of the gloryhole
and somehow managed to grab hold of the edge. For
fifteen maybe twenty minutes, Emily reportedly clung there there was
no way to reach her and no safe way to

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help her. The spillway's brutally efficient design made rescue impossible.
It wasn't just something that could be turned off, so
when she could hold on no longer, Emily was gone,
just like that. Another day later, the San Francisco Gate
chimed in with an account that was absent any speculation
about whether Emily's death was a deliberate act. Instead, it
was described as a freak accident, no more and no less.

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In the end, three articles told very different stories of
what must have been a harrowing few moments on Lake Berriessa,
and from those fractured pieces, the Internet began to build
its own narrative. Online forums, YouTube videos, blogged and Reddit
posts alike have tried to retell the story of a
woman who died at the spillway. Many of these sight
the gripping image of her struggling to hang on wile
onlookers scream from the shore. Some claim she was drawn

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in as if by supernatural force. Others circle back to
the theory that she chose this path and that the
spillway represented some kind of symbolic final destination. Whatever the case,
Emily's death has since become legend, not just because it
was tragic, because it happened where it did. The spillway
is almost mythological in its appearance, like a portal to
another world. It swallows water, light and noise, and in

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nineteen ninety seven, it swallowed Emily. Thankfully, in all of
its decades of existence, Emily's is the only known death
at the Morning Glory Spillway. For all the countless ships
lost at sea, few have inspired as much intrigue and
speculation as the one known as the Sircouf. It was
designed in an air of bold naval experimentation, meant to

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be the future of submarine warfare. But although it promised
to revolutionize naval combat from the moment it was launched,
the submarine struggled with mechanical failures and operational shortcomings, each
problem compounding on the next as France descended into the
chaos during World War II. So despite its planned potential,
it spent more time docked than at sea, and after
the war started it remained in service as an oddity

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rather than an effective weapon. Then, in June nineteen forty,
France felt Germany and its navy found itself in a
perilous position. Many ships, including the Sircouf, were caught between
the Allies and the newly established government in France, which
now collaborated with Germany. Then with German forces closing in,
the sub's commander ordered the Sircouf to set sail for
the British port of Plymouth. Five days later, the massive

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submarine arrived, but simultaneously, as the situation in France deteriorated,
Winston Churchill, concerned that French ships might fall into German hands,
ordered British forces to seize all French warships in British ports.
British sailors then stormed the Sircouf. The submarine was taken
by force, and its remaining crew were given an ultimatum.
They could either swear allegiance to the free French forces
or be sent home. Most of them would end up

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choosing to be sent home, and by the time they
dust settled, the Sircouf was left with only sixteen of
its original crew. British naval leaders also quickly saw the
Sircouf as more of a burden than an asset. The
sub's unique design made it a poor fit for traditional
submarine operations, and its reliability issues made it unsuitable for
aggressive combat. The Free French Forces, however, saw things differently.
In their eyes, the submarine was more than just a warship,

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it was a symbol of French resistance. They insisted the
submarine remain active, despite the British Admiralty's reservations. What then
followed was a series of misadventures that cemented the Shircu's
reputation as an unreliable and even dangerous vessel. In November
of nineteen forty it was sent to Scotland for training,
but with an inexperienced crew in a complex design, the
process was slow. Then after arriving there after less than

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two weeks of exercises and the Sircouf was deemed seaworthy
and sent to the Western Atlantic for convoy escort duty.
And already its first assignment was a complete failure. Mechanical
issues caused it to arrive in Halifax six days later,
and the ship required nearly a month repairs before it
could continue service. Then, when the Circuf finally joined the
convoy in April of nineteen forty one, it was more
reliability than a protector. It could neither dive quickly enough

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to evade air attacks nor fired its torpedoes while submerged.
The troubles then continued when the Sircouf was sent to
Bermuda in June of nineteen forty one for its first
war patrol. What should have been a routine mission turned
into an operational disaster. Electrical failure shut down critical systems,
a fire broke out in the switch gear room, and
a botched dive resulted in flooding that released chlorine gas

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into the submarine's interior. The patrol was then abandoned and
the Sircouf limped back to Bermuda in disgrace. It was
abundantly clear that the ship was not fit for combat,
so already by late nineteen forty one, its reputation had
deteriorated to the point that even minor instants fed growing suspicions.
During one patrol, for example, the Sakouf encountered a Norwegian tanker,

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but its crew failed to properly identify themselves. The tanker,
fearing it was about to be attacked, then sent out
a distress call, claiming it was under threat from a
large submarine flying the French flag. The situation was later
explained as a miscommunication but the damage had already been done.
Rumors then spread that the Sircouf had gone rogue and
was secretly supplying German u boats, or that its crew
was plot into defect. By early nineteen forty two, British

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patients had run out, but the Free French forces, however,
refused to decommission the ship, so a new solution was found.
On February twelfth, nineteen forty two, the Shirkouf left Bermuda
under orders to sail for the Panama Canal. Its ultimate
destination was the French held island of Tahiti, where it
would serve as a defensive asset. The Pacific was a
logical place to send the ship, far from the tensions
of the Atlantic, where its presence had done more harm

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than good. So officially the ship was meant to help
defend French Polynesia, but to Manian command this was a
convenient way to remove it from active duty without an
outright decommissioning. The journey afterward was expected to take only
a few days. The Sirkouf would pass through the Panama Canal,
refuel at Cologna, and then continue on to Pacific, but
it never arrived. No distress signal was received, and no

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wreckage was recovered. The submarine and its crew of one
hundred and thirty minutes simply vanished. For a long time afterward,
no one really knew what happened until the official explanation
finally came nearly three years later. Apparently, the Sirkouf had
been lost in a collision with an American freighter called
the Thompson Lakes on the night of February eighteenth or
the early morning of the nineteenth. This apparently occurred roughly

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seventy nautical miles north of Crystabal, Panama. According to the
freighter's report, it was a dark night when it was
steaming alone from Guantanamo Bay, and it struck would appear
to be a partially submerged object. The impact was then
followed by a loud explosion in a flash of fire
on both sides of the freighter's bow. One report even
claims that crew members supported hearing voices crying out in
English from the water, but fearing that they had struck

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a German U boat, the ship didn't stop. Instead, they
radioed the incidant to naval authorities and continued on their route.
When the report was later examined, it was assumed that
the unknown vessel had been the Shircouf, and afterward the
submarine was declared lost with all hands. Even at the time, however,
doubts lingered. The first question was one of timing. The
Thompson Likes report was filed immediately, but the loss of

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the Sircouf wasn't announced until April eighteenth, nineteen forty two,
two months after the fact. The collision theory itself was
also not made public until January of nineteen forty five,
almost three years after the submarine's disappearance. If the matter
had been as straightforward as a simple naval accident, why
the delay. Why did neither the US nor British authorities
seem eager to confirm the details of the Sircouf's loss.

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Then there was also the troubling matter of the voices
claimed to be heard after the collision. The Sircuf's crew
were almost entirely French speaking, but supposedly the cries were
in English, and so the loss of the submarine might
have been accepted more widely had it not been for
these strange circumstances surrounding the ship's disappearance, the lack of
a confirmed wreck, the delays in reporting its fate and
the conflicting accounts of its final moments a fueled speculation

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that whatever its end was hadn't been an accident, and
over time alternative theories emerged, ranging from plause black nations
of friendly fire to wild conspiracy claims of sabotage, secret missions,
and even treachery. One of the more credible alternative explanations
came from US military records. On the morning of February nineteenth,
nineteen forty two, just hours after the Sirkouf was supposedly

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struck by the Thompson Likes, a U S patrol bomber
reported seeking a large submarine off the coast of Panama.
There was no record of German or Japanese submarines in
the era, leading some to speculate that the Sircrouf had
been mistaken for an enemy vessel and destroyed by friendly fire,
and others have taken the mystery even further, like, for example,
from months before its disappearance, the Sirkouf had been the
subject of rumors both in the British and American navies.

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Suspicion about the loyalty of the crew had grown, and
a particularly extreme version of the series suggested that at
least one of its officers was a German infiltrator inserted
into the Free French Navy during the hasty recruitment of
a new crew. If true, then the Sircrouf was not
just an unreliable ship, it was a dangerous one. Some
believed that British or American forces had arranged for ti
be eliminated, either through sabotage or by deliberately targeting at sea.

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So without a confirmed wreck, the precise fate of the
circuit remains unknown, but even taking the official account as
the correct one paints a horrifying end. If that's actually
what happened, the submarine was impacted in the middle of
a pitch black knight while on the surface. If there
were explosions, as reported, then the crew had been battling fires,
noxious gases, and flooding until the power eventually shut off,

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at which point they would have also been almost completely blinded. Then,
if the ship began to sink, one hundred and thirty
men may have slowly succumbed to whatever horrific fate that
must have been, and possibly worse of some escaped than
they would have left in the open ocean, possibly injured,
and over fifty miles from any lands, and as no
survivors have ever been found for the one hundred and
thirty men. Whatever the real case, it seems, no matter

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what it was, it must have been truly disturbing. By
the time he turned fifty years old, Guy Garman had
already lived the kind of life that could fill a
best selling memoir. Born to missionaries, many of his former
years were spent roaming the jungles of the Amazon Rainforest
and prew with the native people. Growing up in this
place where civilization thinned out and the world of was

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raw shaped Guy in ways most could never understand. As
a result, he became deeply curious, independent, and unafraid of
venturing where others might hesitate from the Amazon. Guy's journey
took him to boarding schools across several South American countries
before he would eventually enroll at Point Loma, Nazarene University.
He then studied osteopathic medicine and eventually specialized in the

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field of ear, nose, and throat medicine for thirteen years. Afterward,
he built a reputable and modest private practice in Mayville, Tennessee.
In twenty ten, Guy relocated to the US Virgin Islands
with his family, settling in Saint Croix and opening up
a practice near the coast. It was here that he
earned the Moniker Doctor Deep. Shortly after arriving, at fifty

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one years old, his fascination was diving quickly bloomed. He
began training with the Saint Croix Bluewater Adventurers, and it
didn't take long before Guy eclipsed the abilities of those
teaching him. Most of his instructors hit their applement at
around two hundred and fifteen feet or sixty six meters,
but Guy was much more ambitious. On the surface, he
was just a physician with a thriving practice and a

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family he adored. But below that calm, every day exterior,
something else was taking shape. It was a sort of
gnawing need to test the limits of what the human
body could do underwater, and after just two years of
diving experience, Guy decided that he was just the man
who shattered the world record for the deepest recreational scuba dive. Now,
just hearing that you might immediately view Guy as reckless,

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and many did. Once he started spreading the word about
his plans but friends and colleagues would describe him as
meticulous and even scientific in his preparation. For two additional years,
he threw himself into the planning of the record breaking
dive attempt like it was a second career. He obsessed
over every detail, calculation, tank, and even breath. He spoke
to other deep divers, analyzed their failures and successes, and

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tried to design a dive that left no room for error.
Because the mark Guy was about to beat was in
September of twenty fourteen by Ahmed Gabber, who descended two
one one thou ninety feet or three hundred and thirty
two meters in the Red Sea. That dive required military
like precision, years of technical experience, and a support team
of professionals who had trained extensively. Even if any other

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diver could duplicate all that omits feet was viewed as
nearly untouchable in the diving world. This obviously didn't deter
Guy his plans or his goal, though he said a
dive date of August fifteenth, twenty fifteen, and a target
depth of twelve hundred feet or three hundred sixty six meters.
This is almost the entire heart of the Empire State building.
The dive plane itself was almost overwhelming its complexity. A

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dive site located at Long Reach was then chosen, and
there Guy himself fixed a thirteen hundred foot or three
hundred ninety six meter line anchored by a two hundred
and fifty pound weight at the bottom. This rope would
serve as his lifeline and his guide and his proof
of besting Ahma's record. If he reached the twelve hundred
foot mark and clipped a marker onto the line, that
act alone would satisfy the world record officials reviewing the attempt.

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Supporting the attempt as well would be three boats that
would carry twenty eight team members. Then throughout the water column,
nearly thirty tanks were staged in addition to the seven
that would be strapped to Guy's body to begin the dive.
Two divers would accompany him down to the two hundred
foot or sixty one meter mark before Guy would begin
a solo descent the rest of the way. Then, once
at his target depth, he would clip the marker to

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the line and begin a rapid ascent to the three
hundred fifty foot or one hundred and seven meter mark.
At this point, there would be an air station and
more support divers who would be waiting. From the time
he began his solo descent to the point where he'd
be Arriving at the air station was estimated to take
about thirty eight minutes. Then after that, the rest of
the dive would unfold over nearly ten more grueling hours
as Guy slowly made his way up to the three

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hundred and fifty foot mark, stopping every ten feet or
three meters to allow his body to safely decompress. At
each level, there would be support divers there, helping him
to swap tanks, provide hot soup, and monitor his vitals. Finally,
when everything had been carefully planned and accounted for, on
August fifteenth, all that was left for Guy and his
team was to execute. After suiting up and laying round

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his equipment, Guy into the water with his twenty year
old son and another support diver, both of whom would
accompany Guy down to two hundred feet. When they were ready,
Guy gave the signal and the three disappeared into the
crystal blue Caribbean waters. The first stage of the plan
called for the support divers to essentially carry Guy down
to two hundred feet so he could conserve his energy
for what would be a grueling ascent. To conserve as

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specialized gas mixtures as well for the extreme depths below.
He also breathed from his son's tanks. Then, when they
arrived at their first destination, Guy was tethered to the
line and support divers let go, commencing a rapid descent
into the deep blue darkness below. When they arrived at
their first destination, Guy was tethered to the line and
as support divers let go, commencing a rapid descent into

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the deep blue darkness. Everything came down to what would
happen during the next thirty eight minutes. The support divers
looked down into the water with confidence that everything had
been meticulously prepared, but also with a growing anxiety. Ten
minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty, and as it drew
closer to thirty eight minutes, a new set of support
divers entered the water and descended to the air station

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net three hundred fifty feet. Then, when it passed the
thirty eight minute mark, without any sign of Guy com
if the rope, the divers woulded again with the same
sense of anxious confidence. With so many moving parts and
things that need to be just so, a potential delaying
Guy's arrival town was planned for, but then after twenty
minutes pasted with still no movement on the line, all
that changed. There were no bubbles returned to the surface either,

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a sure sign that Guy would have been ascending toward
the three hundred and fifty foot station. Either way, divers
on stand by the station states submerged as long as
they safely could with their eyes fixed on the line.
Then when they had to surface, more divers went in
to take their place. Back on the boats. Guy's wife
and son weighted searching the water for any break in
the stillness or any news from below. The eyes had
been laid on Guy, but there was nothing. Before long

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search cruise began sweeping the surrounding area by boat and sonar,
but no one really expected to find him floating elsewhere,
since he was tethered to the drop line. If he
was alive, he would have to come back up the rope,
but Guy never did. Even with tanks staged along the
dive line just in case he was delayed and could
still use them to surface safely, no movement came and
Eventually enough time passed that the team was left to

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reckon with his absence. By the next morning, word had
spread that Guy was missing and presumed dead. For the
many doubters and skeptics, this is exactly what they thought
would happen. So what went so wrong and what happened
a guy? From the perspective of diving experts who saw
the plan, the biggest two shoe was guys in experience
and what many saw his over confidence in the face
of it. Again, Guy had only been deafing for two

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years when he decided he was going to break the
world depth record in two additional years. Even by the
time the world record came around, Guy had logged fewer
than six hundred total dives. Of those, only one third
were next to of two hundred feet, and in all,
the number of dives Guy performed to five hundred feet
further stood at just thirty five. To his credit, though,
he did perform a successful practice dive in April twenty
fifteen to a depth of eight hundred and fifteen feet

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or two hundred and forty eight meters. This is a
mark only a handful of divers had reached that point,
but to many in the community. It simply wasn't enough.
The record he intended to break was a full third deeper,
and there were other aspects of the dive plan that
were criticized. Two. For his descent, Guy was wearing seven
air tanks, three of which were what are termed as
monster tanks to their size and weight. With all his geiron,

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it was estimate that Guy was carrying around four hundred
pounds of excess weight, which would have certainly helped him
descend quickly, but likely would have been problematic for his ascent,
and in fact, even when enough time had passed then
ensured Guy was dead, none of the three boats had
the equipment strong enough to haul up the weighted line
Guy was attached to. Other critics pointed out that the
plan to have support divers waiting for him at three
hundred and fifty feet was short sighted, and that he

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should have had support at much deeper depth since that's
where the biggest threat was. So what exactly happened to
Guy is not entirely clear. His body was eventually retrieved
from the water on August eighteenth, three days after his
failed dive. To put in perspective how difficult this feed
is even As of this recording, Ahmed Goabber's twenty fourteen
death record of one thousand ninety feet still stands