Throckmorton, who discovered man's oldest known ship (from the Bronze Age), rapidly becoming a living legend, a sort of Lindbergh of the deeps. Not that this book would tell you so; he presents himself simply as a young man with an aqualung. ach dive after antiquities into that marvelous pasture is possibly a fatal gamble. This book begins with Throckmorton's first Mediterranean dives after old Greek and Turkish pots (amphora) which were later determined to be First Century. A sponge captain shows him wrecks no archaeologist had seen, and by this knowledge doubles the known sites in the Mediterranean. In New York, plans were drawn for the first under-water archaeological excavation in history. As Throckmorton says, while dragging up the greatest heard of Bronze Age metal ever found, ""There was a quality of wonder about that wreck that never left us."" He recaptures that wonder, and shares it generously.