Sean is nothing if not meticulous once he starts documenting during the first dive we make late morning and shortly after we reach the bluff over the beach. The waterproof digital camera he purchased in Shenzhen is tiny and easily attached to his wolf form, and with a powerful enough battery to record for six hours on a single charge.
To indulge his need to chronical the location, we veer the opposite direction of the underwater Unnamed City once we pass through the breach in the dead and dying reef. Rounding the rocky outcropping that shelters the tiny bay, we search through the kelp forest for any signs of the ruins the published LiDAR and satellite scans picked up.
But when even some significant searching yields nothing along that side, we return to shore.
"How much longer?" I ask, rolling out sleeping bags on top of the inflatable mattresses inside the tent.
