Giant Snapper Ahead
By that afternoon, the hydraulic crane was working again and
nothing stood in the way of their first dive at the Bermuda Triangle.
The fearless Mr. Eisenbart was to be the first to climb into the diving
chamber and let the crane lower him 200 meters deep into the water.
And soon he was off. The crane lowered the diving chamber into the sea.
Within a few seconds, the viewing port framing Mr. Eisenbart’s slightly
greenish face vanished into the watery depths. The members of the
expedition stood in a circle around the crane and stared anxiously at
the cable. The diving chamber had reached a depth of 20 meters ...
now 30 ... now 40. After an hour, the chamber was 150 meters deep.
Pepper had to yawn, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Somehow, she had imagined that this would be more exciting.
But wait! Had the cable just jerked a bit? The cable suddenly went
taut and began to move to the right and left.
“Pull it up right now!” shouted the captain over her shoulder.
“Up, up!” repeated the parrot, and Pepper began to winch the cable
upward. “Up, up!” called the parrot, cheering Pepper on. Three
other sailors had to join her at the winch to help before the cable
started to roll back up, bit by bit.
As they finally hoisted the diving chamber out of the sea, a
sensational sight was revealed: a gigantic, yellow-green scaled
fish had clamped its jaws around the chamber, only letting go
when it had reached the crane above.
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