"Lucky for us," Shaftoe corrects himself. "We’re on the flank of a seamount. The Palawan Trough is nearby." He’s following Randy, but without all of the teetering and arm-waving. "If she had sunk in that, she’d have gone down so deep that she’d be hard to reach, and the pressure down there would’ve crushed her. But at two hundred meters, there wouldn’t’ve been such an implosion." Reaching the boat’s hull, he makes dramatic crushing motions with his hands.