Antikythera Mechanism | Theory Of Irony

In October of 1900, Captain Dimitrios Kondos sailed into a worsening storm, the kind which survivors regale while guzzling ouzo in Mediterranean seaport bars.  He commanded a fishing vessel making for home, but wind and waves now rose to threaten his boat, his crew and his life.  Kondos knew from experience that off the Greek coast sat an island called Kythera and beyond that a smaller island with the almost mythical name of Antikythera, a virtual pinpoint of stone in an eternity of angry blue.  He figured, as had sailors for eons, that the sheltering side of the island would give a fighting chance, if only the waves did not grind his boat against the rocks.  There, the Captain rode out the passing maelström and vowed to make the best of a bad situation by diving for sponges after the gale abated.

When this came to pass, Dimitrios Kondos watched things go from bad to worse.  He sent a deckhand down in a canvas diving suit and old-fashioned helmet, but no sooner had the man touched the sea floor than a tug on the line signaled an emergency – what now?  Kondos hoisted up a completely different soul, this one a panicked lunatic ranting about ghostly remains of men and horses haunting the sea bed.  The Captain had seen this too, the result of oxygen depletion while…

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