With the NOAA Sunday forecast set at 2-3 ft seas, the John Jack was prepared for anything – except 2-3 ft seas. Would it be 8-12 footers crashing over the bow, or Lake Atlantic conditions where the ocean lays flatter than a plate of pee? (Have you ever wondered what was going on when this colorful saying was coined? Yeah, me neither). Fortunately, it was Lake Atlantic conditions. As we headed to the Mohawk at a moderate clip, a boat began closing in fast on the port side – it was Captain Jim Wilson and the pirates of the Gypsy Blood. And the race was on. The John Jack pulled ahead, then the Gypsy Blood pulled even. The only winner was the kid at the marine fueling station with the grungy jeans and the stained baseball cap. We set the hook and methodically threw everyone overboard. It was imperative that we get our divers in the water quickly, before the Gypsy Blood pirates removed all of the valuable artifacts from the Mohawk. About mid-morning, one of the Gypsy Blood crew swam over to our boat to pick up some ice cream – and swam it back holding the ice cream above the water. By the end of the day, the Mohawk had surrendered a couple of fish, a few “bugs,” and a handful of ceramic tiles. Conditions on the wreck were great: bright, 30 ft viz, and no current. The ocean was so nice to us, we were taken aback by the humidity and mid-90s temps that greeted us back at the marina. Also at the dock was Captain Jim; apparently, he’s also pretty quick on land.
Pick a date, pick a wreck, and the John Jack will put you and your divers on it – guaranteed!