“What exactly happened, Susan?” I signal to Mark to Google it.
“Er, let me think. Well, it was on Saturday the accident. I think I read it in The Mail on Sunday this morning. I’ve got it somewhere around here. I didn’t know you’d both be so interested. I mean, it’s terribly sad, of course. It is. Here, let me find it.” I hear her rustle around her paper-laden kitchen table as I look to Mark, his eyes now glued to the laptop screen.
He looks up at me—he’s got it, he’s found the story. He gestures to wrap it up with Susan. I hear her rustling and tutting at herself on the other end of the line. A muffled call of, “Graham, have you seen the Mail anywhere?”
I can’t wait for this. “Susan, Susan? It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I can look it up later.”
“Oh. Oh, okay, love. Sorry about that. It’s awful, isn’t it? I forget you might have met them. I can’t recall the names but a young couple. Very sweet looking. There was a picture. Sad for the family. Yes, I was saying to Mark it’s so lucky you weren’t out there then. Very sad. But I don’t want to spoil your nice memories, it sounds like you both had such a lovely time. Bring up the photos at Christmas, will you? I’d love to see them all.”
“Yes, definitely. Will do.” There’s a natural pause and I grab it. “Look, Susan, I should go. Sorry, it’s just I’ve left some pasta on and Mark’s left the kitchen. Can Mark call you tomorrow?”
Mark raises an eyebrow regarding the pasta. I shrug, What else can I say?
“Of course, love, don’t let me keep you. Yes, tell him I’m around in the evening tomorrow. I’ve got bridge in the morning, so late afternoon. Lovely. Bye then, love.”
“Bye.” I hang up and explode. “Fuck!”
“Come and take a look.”
I plop down next to him on the sofa and we scan the articles in horror.
BRITISH COUPLE KILLED IN SCUBA-DIVING INCIDENT IN BORA BORA, The Guardian. DEATH IN PARADISE, The Mail on Sunday. BRITS’ SCUBA DEATH TRAGEDY, the Sun.
It’s not front-page stuff but most of the papers have covered it.
BRITS’ SCUBA DEATH TRAGEDY
A British couple drowns while scuba diving together in Bora Bora after panicking underwater and removing their breathing gear
A BRITISH couple has died in a tragic scuba-diving accident while on holiday in the French Polynesian island of Bora Bora this week.
Daniel, 35, & Sally Sharpe, 32, died after the accident off the luxury resort island of Bora Bora. The couple were diving together along with their hotel resort dive instructor in a world-renowned scuba spot in the South Pacific when the incident occurred.
According to eyewitnesses the couple panicked, removing their breathing gear while eighteen meters underwater at the Four Seasons dive site.
A police spokesperson for the island said the couple had swallowed mouthfuls of seawater, while an autopsy later showed their lungs were also filled with water.
There were no signs of foul play, a local news website reported.
The Medical Examiner’s Office examined the equipment worn by the couple and experts concluded there were no problems with any of the dive equipment but that both of the Brits’ primary air tanks were empty.
While their secondary tanks did have air, the Sharpes were unable to access them in their panicked state, authorities explained.
The incident unfolded on the afternoon of Saturday, September 17, nine days into the tragic young couple’s planned two-week trip.
Problems began ten minutes into the half-hour dive, when Investex UK fund manager, Sally, noticed her oxygen gauge had swung into the red zone and signaled to the dive leader that she was out of air. It was at this stage, Conrado Tenaglia, 31, the resort’s dive instructor, tried to intervene. But it soon became apparent that Sally’s husband, Daniel Sharpe, was also experiencing trouble. The instructor was unable to assist both divers simultaneously, and panic quickly took hold as the couple, realizing the desperate situation unfolding, fumbled with their own equipment. Eyewitness accounts from other dive group members state that “things escalated fast.” According to fellow diver Kazia Vesely, 29, at some point the masks of both divers came completely off because “they were struggling,” which may have caused both to panic further. The instructor tried to rectify the situation but it quickly spiraled out of control.
“We all started to panic too, the other divers, because we didn’t know what we were supposed to do either. We didn’t know what was happening. We thought there might be something wrong with all our tanks, so we broke off and ascended to call for help from the boat. The instructor signaled us to ascend slowly because we were all panicky. It was really scary,” Kazia told local news agencies.
First responders at the scene where unable to revive the two tourists. Both were declared dead on arrival at Vaitape Medical Center.
The British embassy in the French Polynesian capital of Papeete said it was providing consular support to the family.
Bora Bora is a major international tourist destination, famous for its aqua-centric luxury resorts.
The location is a favorite amongst honeymooners and the jet set alike, with celebrity couples such as Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux, Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter, Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban, and the Kardashian clan all flocking to its luxury hotels.
The resort also attracts divers from all around the world eager to see the island’s tropical wildlife.
The dive site where the couple met their tragic end is an area described as suitable for divers of all experience levels, according to the International Dive Directory.
The directory says the site in question has “hardly any current” and a maximum depth of 18 meters—the deepest you can go without a PADI Advanced Open Water or equivalent diving license.
Mark and I sit in silence, stunned.
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Oh my fucking God. The couple from the hike. The nice young couple from our hike are dead. And the way they died. Utterly horrific. I catch an echo of the panic they must have felt. Fuck. I push it down. Away.
The question hangs in the air. Two questions actually. We’re both thinking it. Were they murdered? Did someone tamper with their diving gear?
“What do you think?” I finally break the thick atmosphere. We’re sitting in the darkness, the half-light of the screen illuminating our pale faces.
“Could be an accident,” he says. I’m not sure whether it’s a question or a statement.
A couple in their thirties are dead in our resort three days after I accessed the plane people’s email account. Two days after we left the island.
“Is it, Mark? I want it to be an accident. Tell me it’s an accident, please.”
He looks at me. There’s doubt in his eyes, but he’s thinking it through.
“Look, diving accidents aren’t unusual. Sure, it’s a huge coincidence, the timing and place, but that doesn’t mean they were definitely murdered. The police are saying no foul play, right?”
“Their whole island economy is based on tourism, Mark! They’re not going to tell the press that tourists get murdered out there.”
“No, fair enough—but, come on, it’s not the easiest way to kill someone, is it? By empty oxygen tank? I mean, anyone on the dive could have ended up with those tanks. They could have just not panicked and used their secondary tanks and just dealt with it, couldn’t they? What if they’d just done that? They wouldn’t be dead, would they? It doesn’t really strike me as a targeted attack, does it?” He’s starting to believe himself now. He’s getting into it.