Captain Trevor Jackson

I started diving with my brother back in about 1980, we saved up our lawn mowing money and bought a single 63cf tank and a second hand reg between us, and we used to dive using the ''buddy breathing technique''. One of us would tie the tank on with a bit of old rope and the other would swim alongside, passing the reg between breaths. We had a fair bit of trouble getting the tank filled on occasion so in 1983 we both did our open water tickets and were forced into buying another set of gear to keep the instructor happy [how things have changed] After leaving high school I deferred university and decided to go fishing for a year or two, which turned into ten and along the way a lot of dives in a lot of conditions were logged.

In 1987 cyclone Aivu swept the north Qld coast, sinking a lot of small boats in the Whitsunday area and some opportunistic friends and I made quite a few bob salvaging yachts and pleasure craft in the latter half of that year and pretty soon I found myself employed full time as a commercial diver. I worked in the New Zealand oil fields for a couple of years before travelling to Europe to further my qualifications and attempted to gain the coveted HSE Part 2 ticket [Deep Mixed Gas]. Unfortunately my "heavy bones" prevented me from passing the required medical so I decided to bum around for a year or six before returning to Australia and buying a hole in the water in which to throw money [charter boat]. In between Charters I like to find wrecks.

Trevor now skippers for Mike Ball charters in Cairns.

By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star "This is Thirsty Sound" big tides, big currents, big bloody everything and just getting you're swept away arse back to shore is not going to help you "because the whole bloody place is an army bombing practice range and no one is going to be around to find you, to rescue you, to help you, to bring you home' Dawn rolled in along with the considerable seas. I tried…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star Saturday the 24th of July 2004. Anticipation. It's quite often the best bit of a new adventure. Anticipation is rife around the decks of the Esperance Star today. Tomorrow the ship will head north for a mission we have been planning for over a year. Now the anticipation is all but over, and reality will take its place in less than 24 hours. The first stage of our wreck…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star I was at a party recently. The conversation was lively and somehow we got onto the subject of age. All the clichés were there; "I'm 53 but I still feel 17 inside", "You're only as young as the woman you feel". It occurred to me that of all the people in the room, I would be the only one who would say that I felt older than I was.…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star Myron Wintonyk is dead. I can see that he is dead, his face is blue. Foam is oozing from his nose and mouth. White foam like from a shaken up beer can. And not just a bit, a lot! His eyes are bulging and they're open, staring at the sky. The foam seems even to be running from them too. His wetsuit is bloated, his arms are stiff. People…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star If you dive wrecks on a regular enough basis, sooner or later you're probably going to discover an artifact that you'll want to take home as keepsake. Unless you are the actual owner of the ship you are diving, you will probably be breaking the law in some way by doing so. The fact that a ship or object is on the bottom of the sea does not change…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star (The following story is a true story. Versions of the incident differ greatly in Brisbane, Australia. This version is the one generally agreed on in Luganville, Espirito Santo, Vanuatu, by independent and reliable sources. The incident took place on the wreck of the President Coolidge in September 1996. My sincere thanks go to the staff of both Aquamarine and Santo Dive Tours for their help in verifying this story]…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star When I first started using my CCR, a friend of mine handed me a ream of paper. On the front cover it read....An Introduction to Rebreather Diving by Richard Pyle. It was one of the best things my friend ever did for me, as it outlined many of the near death experiences that Pyle had been through whilst he learnt to use his machine properly. Despite vast amounts of…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star There was actually a little bit of confusion just prior to the jump. Simon and I had agreed that because my descents were in general slower than his, that I would go first and set the pace on the way down. I positioned myself on the Starboard side of the duckboard to jump in, but the floats had appeared on the Port side of the boat, so Simon jumped…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star There's a tree in my mothers back yard that is 1000 feet high. At least that's how high it used to be. Now its probably only 50 feet high, it shrank considerably as I grew, but to two nine year old boys it would seem a 1000ft. That's how old we were when my brother and I first climbed it. My mother was never the type of person to…
By Trevor Jackson - Esperance Star Summer 1987, the searing heat of a Brisbane Christmas, steam rising from the freshly cut playing field. It's the annual 'fishermen versus buyers' cricket match and its as tense as the MCG on Boxing Day. The fishermen aren't doing well as they've lost three early wickets to a deadly ring-in that is making them look very ordinary. Enter the new batsman Scott Ogilvy. Ogilvy strides confidently to the crease,…
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