He placed them carefully in the mesh goodie bag clipped to his equipment harness. When the Doria was afloat, the dining room was crowded with rose-colored armchairs huddled around ta bles draped in white. That had long fallen away, collapsing under the pressure and eaten by worms, revealing a buckling steel wall. What now was the lower half of the room was piled with debris and silt. Without the weak sunlight that bathes the outside of the hull, visibility inside this room measures only a few feet.
Divers move forward by checking the glowing digital readouts on their depth gauges.
It's unknown what happened to Craig inside the ship, but it appeared from his diving gauge that as he inched from the kitchen and across the dining room he sank to 226 feet. That left him well below the passageway to the foyer and the path back outside the ship. Somehow, Craig made it outside the Doria, but he couldn't find the Seeker's anchor line. So he decided to create his own way up to the surface. He reached behind his head and unstrapped the reel of thin, yellow rope and apparently tied one end to the wreck.