As the submarine hatch clicks shut above me, apprehension floods by mind. Will I feel claustrophobic? Do I want to explore the depths of Malta? Will I ever see sunlight again?
I’m embarrassed to admit that I am awash with anxiety as I sit in a bright yellow Triton submarine in the cove of Taħt il-Mazz, off Comino Island, waiting to descend to the wreck that lies beneath the surface. I’m here to discover why a submarine is the ultimate superyacht accessory, yet I’m wholly focused on trying not to let my face show how apprehensive I’m feeling.
Clear waters lap against the spherical hull, gently rising as the submarine begins its descent to the ocean floor. I look up towards the cerulean surface, and realise my apprehension has miraculously disappeared. We are weightless, but not in an uncontrollable kind of way; it feels steady and comforting as the surface lifts away. The gentle sound of whirring thrusters is all there is
