There are cases that are closed because the truth is clear. But there are also cases that are closed simply because no one wants to dig any deeper. On November 30th, 1981, the police concluded that Natalie Wood’s d.e.a.t.h was an accident at sea. The file was archived. Hollywood continued to operate as if nothing had ever happened.
Yet many years later, witnesses began to change their statements. Details that had once been overlooked gradually resurfaced, and the husband, who had been seen as the most pitiful victim in the story, suddenly became the focus of suspicions that have never subsided. Then, after more than four decades of silence, Robert Wagner unexpectedly broke that silence.
In a rare conversation in his later years, he looked back for the first time at the fateful night on the waters off Catalina, recalling memories that for many years he had almost never wanted to speak about. In the end, over the past 40 years, what exactly had he been hiding? I knew the weather was about to turn bad, but I still let the boat leave the dock.
In a filming session conducted in the final years of his life, Robert Wagner sat quietly in front of the camera. Behind him, a half-closed window let in the late afternoon sunlight that touched a face etched with the marks of time. For a long stretch, he didn’t utter a word. His gaze remained fixed on his hands, which were trembling slightly on his lap.
When he finally broke the silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice, so slowly it was as if he were confessing to himself. I knew the weather was about to bring a storm, but I still agreed to let everyone set sail. No one in the studio said a thing because everyone understood that what Wagner was referring to was not simply the storm on the Pacific Ocean on November 27th, 1981.
It was also the storm that had swept away his life along with the woman he loved most deeply, Natalie Wood. Dennis Davern, the captain who had worked with Wagner for many years, brought the weather warning report and placed it in front of him. He said frankly that the trip should not begin under those conditions.
Wagner did not react immediately. After a short pause, he only replied in a low voice, “Just set off. I need to be alone.” But for those who truly understood Robert Wagner, they knew that what he was seeking had never been quietness. What he truly wanted was to confront the things that had been tormenting his heart.
A few weeks earlier, Hollywood had been buzzing with a series of rumors involving Natalie Wood and Christopher Walken, who was co-starring with her in the film Brainstorm in North Carolina. The Los Angeles Herald Examiner published a photo of Walken placing his hand on Natalie’s shoulder at a cast party. The caption below was short but full of implication.
“One look can say a thousand words.” Not long after, People magazine added fuel to the fire by commenting that between Walken and Wood, there existed an energy that was hard to name. One that carried both artistic tones and a hint of danger. Within just a few days, those images and articles appeared on newsstands everywhere, from Beverly Hills to New York.
And once again, Robert Wagner was cast in the role of the husband facing a test in the glamorous world of Hollywood. They had once been regarded as an iconic couple of the American silver screen. Married in 1957, divorced in 1962, and with another wedding in 1972. After a decade apart, they returned to each other in front of the flashing lights of countless photographers.
Vanity Fair magazine once described them as a gentler version of Liz Taylor and Richard Burton. Yet behind that perfect image were long-existing cracks. In the context of a Hollywood still heavily influenced by patriarchal thinking, jealousy gradually became a smoldering fire in Wagner’s heart. In the early 1980s, his career was no longer maintaining its previous momentum.
In contrast, Natalie Wood was preparing to return to film after a long period devoted to family. The invitation to join Brainstorm from director Douglas Trumbull filled her with excitement. And Christopher Walken, who had just won an Oscar for The Deer Hunter in 1978, possessed a cool charm and a conversational ability that made the person opposite him feel truly understood.
During filming in North Carolina, Natalie and Walken often had lunch together. They talked about art, fame, and the price one pays for celebrity. One crew member later recalled, “The way he looked at Natalie was the kind of look that could make any husband feel uncomfortable.” Everything truly exploded when David Wallace, a reporter for The Hollywood Reporter, happened to spot the two having a private dinner at a restaurant in Wilmington.
The newspaper then ran a prominent article with the headline, “Wood and Walken, When Friendship Steps Outside the Frame.” Robert Wagner read that article in his private office in Beverly Hills. He slammed the paper to the floor, poured a full glass of liquor, and muttered angrily, “Or is she no longer my wife anymore?” According to his manager at the time, Wagner even forbade anyone in the house from mentioning Christopher Walken’s name.
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Natalie knew about it, but did not argue. In a diary discovered many years later, she left only a short line. Bob is jealous. I’m tired. But maybe he’s just afraid of losing me. About a week later, Wagner suddenly suggested that the whole family take a getaway. He said he needed to get away from Hollywood for a while.
However, instead of choosing a peaceful place on land, he selected the open sea. Something Natalie had always feared since childhood. Dennis Davern was tasked with preparing the yacht, The Splendour, a 60-ft vessel moored at Marina Del Rey. However, the decision that surprised everyone the most was Wagner inviting Christopher Walken to join the trip.
When Davern expressed surprise, Wagner replied curtly in a cold tone. I want everything to be made clear. On the afternoon of November 27th, 1981, the Los Angeles sky was covered with gray clouds. Light rain began to fall. Natalie appeared in a cream-colored coat and sunglasses, quietly boarding the boat without saying much.
Walken arrived later with a small suitcase in hand, politely greeting everyone. Wagner was the last to board. He carried a bottle of liquor and gazed intently toward the distant horizon. Many years later, when recalling that moment, he said, “I don’t know exactly when the wind started to rise.
The only thing I know is that from the moment the boat left the dock that day, there was already a storm inside me.” And indeed, it was not just the storm off Catalina. It was also the tempest that would sweep from his life everything he had once held most precious. Fame, love, and the last remaining piece.
Because just over a day later, when the first glasses of liquor were poured on the waters near Catalina Island, Robert Wagner’s jealousy would begin to push everything into a chain of tragedy with no way back. Should I admit I hid the truth to avoid trouble? But in the end, I lost myself. Early in the morning of November 29th, 1981, the waters around Catalina Island were still filled with patrol boats.
Strong winds blew across the cold water as search teams continued to comb the area around the yacht, The Splendour. At 8:15 a.m., Officer Roger Smith of the Los Angeles Police Department reported back to headquarters that they had discovered the body of a woman about a mile and a half from the boat.
When the rescue team approached, they realized it was Natalie Wood. The famous Hollywood star was floating face down in the water, her black hair partially covering her face. She was wearing a red coat over a nightgown and wool socks, clothing completely unsuitable for being on deck in the freezing weather. Nearby was the dinghy Valiant, its engine off, the key still in the ignition, and the oars neatly tied as if they had never been used.
A young officer present that day noted in his report that the scene did not feel like an ordinary accident, but more like a staged setting. When investigators boarded The Splendour, Robert Wagner was already waiting in the main cabin. Despite eyes red from lack of sleep, he maintained a surprisingly calm demeanor. According to LAPD records, Wagner stated that around midnight, he heard the dinghy banging against the side of the yacht.
Natalie said she wanted to go out to check the anchor lines because she feared they might be loose. He thought she had returned to the cabin afterward. It was only the next morning when he didn’t see his wife anywhere that he realized something was wrong. Wagner’s statement was delivered evenly, almost without showing emotion.
To many of the young officers involved in the case, he appeared as a grieving husband who still had control over himself. One person later recalled, “I once thought he seemed like he was acting, but he was too convincing for anyone to question.” On November 30th, 1981, Police Chief Ronald Brown signed the investigation conclusion.
The report clearly stated there was no evidence of criminal activity. Because all involved had consumed alcohol that night, Natalie Wood’s d.e.a.t.h was ruled an accident. Officially, the case was closed, but the story had not truly ended. Dennis Davern, captain of the Splendour and the other person on board that night, initially stated that everyone had been drinking and he went to bed early.
However, many years later, in a conversation with journalist Marti Ransohoff, Davern changed his account. He admitted he had not slept at all. According to Davern, he heard Wagner and Natalie arguing followed by a loud noise like something being knocked over and then everything fell silent. He said he had kept it quiet because he understood Wagner’s position and influence in Hollywood.
Christopher Walken, the only other person on the boat, chose to avoid mentioning the incident. In his statement to police, he only confirmed hearing the argument between the couple before returning to his own cabin and knowing nothing more. In 1997, when asked again by Playboy, Walken maintained the same position.
He called it an accident and a tragedy that he did not want to revisit. That silence only fueled more public suspicion, especially when some staff from Doug’s Harbor Reef restaurant confirmed that Wagner and Walken had had a heated argument before returning to the yacht. Not long after, the media began digging deeper into the case.
NBC News aired a special program, The Mystery of Natalie Wood, which featured statements from Marilyn Wayne and John Payne, a couple sailing near the area that night. They said they had heard a woman calling for help three times around 11:00 p.m. Then a man’s voice replied, “Okay, honey. We’re coming.” And then everything fell silent.
However, investigators dismissed the statement because there was no basis to confirm the woman was Natalie Wood. As doubt spread wider, Wagner appeared before the public. On December 1st, just 2 days after Natalie’s d.e.a.t.h , People magazine published an exclusive interview portraying him as a husband devastated by loss.
In the accompanying photo, Wagner wore a black suit, his eyes red, holding a framed picture of his wife. Journalist Bob Thomas’ article was quickly replayed on Entertainment Tonight. Millions of viewers watched Wagner speak about the pain of losing the person he loved. Sympathy spread across America. And Hollywood gradually accepted the conclusion that this was just an accident at sea.
Yet in the autopsy file, there remained a detail that was almost forgotten. Dr. Michael Franco noted multiple fresh bruises on Natalie’s body, on her wrists, knees, and forearms. They did not cause her d.e.a.t.h , but were determined to have appeared before she fell into the water. That information lay dormant in the file for three decades until the case was reopened in 2011.
Many years later, Wagner recalled, “Everyone said I was too calm, but at that time I was almost emotionless. I didn’t dare look at her body. In my mind, I just thought everything was over.” He paused for a very long time before continuing. “I knew I had constructed a different story from what actually happened.
I thought I had no other choice. The whole world was looking at me. If I admitted we had argued that night, people would immediately see me as a murderer.” A long silence followed. Then Wagner continued in a near whisper, “I lied to protect my reputation so Hollywood would continue to believe I was a strong man.
But every time I look in the mirror, I don’t see any strength at all. I only see someone trying to run away from himself.” From the day Natalie Wood disappeared on the waters off Catalina, what haunted Robert Wagner was not only the unsolved secrets. It was also the memory of the woman he had never stopped loving, even though she had forever remained beneath those cold waves that year.
“So that night, I let jealousy decide instead of reason.” On the evening of November 28th, 1981, the Avalon Harbor area on Catalina Island was filled with early Christmas lights. From the bars along the shore, slow jazz music drifted through the air, reflecting on the water as shimmering golden streaks. However, not far from there, on the yacht The Splendour, the atmosphere was completely opposite.
Everything was tense to the point of suffocation, like the calm before a storm approaching. According to Captain Dennis Davern, from that afternoon, Robert Wagner had already drunk nearly half a bottle of 18-year-old Glenfiddich. He sat motionless in the dining cabin, his eyes fixed on the darkening sea in the distance.
Natalie Wood wore a white sweater flipping through the December issue of Harper’s Bazaar, which featured an article praising her as a star regaining her form and appeal at age 43. On deck, Christopher Walken leaned against the railing quietly smoking amid the salty mist blowing in from the sea. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary scene, but all it needed was one small trigger for everything to collapse.
In the evening, the group went ashore for dinner at Doug’s Harbor Reef, the famous seafood restaurant that often welcomed familiar Hollywood faces. According to waitress Mary Ellen Whitaker, the atmosphere was initially quite relaxed. They ordered grilled lobster, clam chowder, and two bottles of white wine.
Natalie talked and laughed more than usual. Walken spoke about his new film project. Only Wagner remained almost silent, occasionally responding with a forced smile. Paul Anderson, the restaurant cashier, later told police that things gradually changed during the meal. He remembered very clearly Wagner’s eyes continuously directed toward Walken almost without leaving.
During the conversation, Walken shared the view that an actor should live for artistic ideals rather than chase the spotlight of fame. Natalie agreed with that remark, but that statement seemed to hit exactly Wagner’s sensitive spot as he was then trying to maintain his position through the television series Hart to Hart.
He suddenly spoke in a low, deep voice. Not everyone has the conditions to live by ideals like that, Chris. The atmosphere around the table immediately grew heavy. Natalie gently placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder as if to stop the conversation from going further. But that action seemed only to increase Wagner’s discomfort.
He raised his glass, drank it in one gulp, and threw the napkin hard onto the table. That moment happened very quickly, but it was enough for those present to remember for many years afterward. In an interview with the Daily Mail, a tourist named Elaine Rogers recounted that she was sitting at the next table and heard Wagner say in a very irritated voice, “Some people should remember that I am still her husband.
” Right after that sentence, the entire area around them fell almost completely silent. Around 9:30 p.m., dinner ended. When paying the bill, Wagner only said briefly to the cashier that he would cover all the costs and didn’t want anyone else to interfere. Natalie said nothing. Her eyes were red from emotion or fatigue. Walken picked up his coat and walked out first, avoiding direct eye contact with Wagner.
Outside the dock, the sea wind blew stronger. There was no rain, but cold mist filled the air. Davern piloted the small dinghy to bring the group back to the Splendor. Later in ABC News 20/20 program, he recalled that almost no one spoke during the entire trip. There was only the sound of waves hitting the dinghy and Wagner’s heavy breathing.
Natalie sat at the bow, wrapped tightly in a scarf around her neck. Walken was at the back, smoking and looking out into the night over the sea. Wagner remained silent until they returned to the yacht. As soon as they boarded, he ordered all the main lights turned off, leaving only dim lighting in the dining cabin.
Then Wagner poured three full glasses of liquor. But the only one who continued drinking was him. Davern recounted that the atmosphere at that time was almost unbearable. Natalie repeatedly asked her husband to stop, but Wagner no longer wanted to listen. He moved toward Walken. At first his voice was quite low, but it grew increasingly harsh.
“You think you understand her? You’re interfering in someone else’s marriage.” Walken stood up. He tried to stay calm and avoid confrontation, but Wagner at that moment no longer maintained his usual sophistication. In his anger, he slammed the liquor bottle hard onto the table. The sharp sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the cabin.
Glass shards flew across the floor. Natalie screamed in panic. “Stop it, Bob!” According to Davern, Walken immediately left the cabin and returned to his room. Natalie stepped back a few paces and quickly headed toward the deck. Seeing this, Davern intended to follow her, but Wagner stopped him. Wagner’s voice at that moment was not loud, but full of weight.
“She needs to be alone.” In the LAPD report, Davern later stated that on the table there were still pieces of the broken bottle, along with a glass bearing red lipstick marks, the familiar shade Natalie would usually wear when going out. Many years later, when recalling that night in one of his final interviews, Wagner bowed his head for a long time before speaking.
“I thought she needed some quiet. But the truth is that the person who needed to calm down at that moment was me.” It was a short sentence, but also the most bitter admission. Because from the moment Wagner chose to sit still instead of going to find Natalie, the story of her mysterious disappearance began to form.
It was followed by decades of conflicting statements, unanswered questions, and secrets he would carry for the rest of his life. She still comes back to me on the nights I lie awake. When entering the 1990s, Robert Wagner no longer held the position of a top star as before. The man who had once appeared on glamorous red carpets with Natalie Wood now lived quite privately in a villa in Beverly Hills, where the happiest years of their lives had been witnessed.
Inside that house, everything seemed to remain unchanged. Old photos continued to hang on the walls. Natalie in Rebel Without a Cause, the image of the two standing beside a 1958 Cadillac, or the photo from their second wedding. But for Wagner, they were no longer simply beautiful memories. Each photo felt like a reminder of a past he had never truly confronted.
People working in the house recounted that from the early 1990s, Wagner began to suffer serious sleep problems. Almost every night, around 3:00 in the morning, the sound of his footsteps would echo in the hallway. The living room light would turn on. Then from afar, they would hear him talking to himself in a small, trembling voice as if conversing with someone only he could see.
On some nights, Wagner would stand at the window looking out at the lake behind the house and softly call, “Nat, I can still hear you.” According to treatment documents revealed later, Dr. Leonard Klein, a Los Angeles psychologist specializing in post-traumatic stress disorder, diagnosed Wagner with prolonged PTSD related to feelings of guilt.
In one of Wagner’s own handwritten notes appeared the line, “Natalie came again. She was drenched in seawater and holding a kitchen knife. I woke up, but the smell of salt still lingered around me.” When these notes leaked out, American media immediately took notice. The Los Angeles Times called it the ghost from Catalina returning.
While People magazine devoted many pages to the life of the man who could not sleep peacefully after his wife’s d.e.a.t.h , some experts suggested it was merely the result of guilt repressed for many years. But those close to Wagner saw it differently. According to them, what haunted him was not Natalie’s spirit, but a conscience that had never been freed.
Actress Jill St. John, Wagner’s long-time close friend, once recounted in a 1994 interview that there were nights he would suddenly scream and wake the whole house. She recalled one time Wagner bolted upright in the middle of the night and shouted, “Don’t come near me.” When everyone rushed over, he said he had just seen Natalie standing at the foot of the bed.
Her hair was soaking wet, her eyes wide open, silently looking at him. Later, Wagner admitted, “I’m not someone who believes in ghosts, but every time I close my eyes, I see her emerging from the water. Maybe it’s not a ghost. Maybe it’s just a memory that has never agreed to disappear.” Then he added in a tired voice, “I used to love the sea.
I thought the sea symbolized freedom, but now it is the place that has buried the rest of my life.” Doctors believed that obsession stemmed not only from the loss, it was also nourished by doubts that never ended. Throughout the 1990s, American newspapers continuously revived the case. National Enquirer repeatedly reported that police were about to reopen the file.
The Hollywood Reporter published articles implying that Christopher Walken knew more than he had said. Meanwhile, Natasha Gregson Wagner continued to visit her father regularly. In the 2020 documentary What Remains Behind, she recounted that every time she entered his study, she would see her father sitting in front of a photo of her mother.
He would say almost nothing, just sitting and looking. Once Natasha caught tears rolling down his face, Wagner then softly said, “Dad can still hear Mom calling his name. Maybe she still hasn’t forgiven Dad.” No one knew whether that was guilt, hallucination, or the punishment of memory. But one thing everyone realized, Robert Wagner had never escaped the final night on the yacht The Splendour.
The nightmares continuously shattered his sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see the dark sea, Natalie’s wet hair, and hear the waves lapping steadily like the rhythm of his own heart. When he entered his 70s, Wagner almost never left the Beverly Hills house. According to the housekeeper, every morning he would wipe clean Natalie’s framed photo, place a light kiss on the corner of the frame, and whisper, “Every night she comes back in the wind, in the mirror, in the waves.
No one else hears it. Only me.” After many years of trying to bury the past, Wagner finally decided to do what he believed could bring him peace, rewriting the entire story himself. But the more he wrote, the clearer the memories he thought had been buried became. Each page of the manuscript was like a painful excavation into his own mind.
And when Hollywood read what he left behind, many realized that behind the perfect gentleman image of the silver screen was a man who had not had a single peaceful night since the winter of 1981. And I wrote the memoir hoping for forgiveness, but in the end, I only exposed more guilt. Nearly three decades after Natalie Wood’s d.e.a.t.h , Robert Wagner reappeared before the public.
But this time, he did not return with a role, nor did he walk the red carpet. Instead, it was through a book on the shelves of bookstores across America. In September 2008, his memoir Pieces of My Heart was published by Random House, ghostwritten by veteran journalist Scott Eyman, who had worked with legendary names like John Wayne and Henry Fonda.
On the book cover was an image of a young Wagner with cold blue eyes and a smile tinged with sadness. But hidden behind that portrait was a much heavier story. Right in the introduction, he called the book a journey of love, mistakes, memories, and longing. Hollywood immediately buzzed. After nearly 40 years of avoidance, had the perfect gentleman of the silver screen finally chosen to say what everyone had been waiting for? “I couldn’t keep carrying it with me forever,” Wagner said.
“I wrote because I wanted to be forgiven. I loved Natalie in a way that was too selfish. I was jealous, and I was wrong.” In the memoir, Wagner devoted hundreds of pages to his childhood, career, and famous friends like Dean Martin, Cary Grant, and Elizabeth Taylor. However, when the story reached the night of November 29th, 1981, his pen became vague.
He only wrote that they had been drinking, had argued, and then fate chose the rest. In the chapter dedicated to Natalie, Wagner called her the most beautiful pain in his life. He recounted the morning he had to sign the body identification papers at the Los Angeles coroner’s office, saying he didn’t dare look at that face because he feared it would reveal what he didn’t want to hear.
That was one of the rare passages where his narrative voice seemed to break, and it was also the part many believed to be the most truthful. But just 1 week after the book gained attention, the person who broke the silence was Lana Wood, Natalie’s sister. Appearing on CNN’s Larry King Live, Lana said outright that Wagner did not have the courage to confess, but every word in the book sounded like an admission of guilt.
Lana particularly pointed to a detail in chapter 13, where Wagner wrote that he heard a strange sound on the deck followed by silence. According to Lana, that strange sound was the moment Natalie fell into the sea, and the silence afterward was when Wagner chose not to act. After that statement, the media exploded.
Wagner, already weakened after many years of psychological treatment, could not withstand the pressure from public opinion. He canceled all 12 planned book signings in Los Angeles, Chicago, New York, and Dallas. Random House issued only a brief statement that Mr. Wagner needed time to rest. I once thought that when I wrote it out, I would feel lighter.
But every time I reread it, I felt myself being stripped of another layer. I had opened a door that should have remained locked forever. He continued, his voice hoarser and heavier. I can no longer distinguish what is the truth and what is the lie that I had convinced myself to believe for 40 years. Perhaps I have lived too long inside the story I myself created.
Those lines had never been officially released, but when they leaked, the press erupted once again. And it was precisely the ambiguous phrases like strange sound, fate chose the rest, along with the unprinted confession that caught the attention of the Los Angeles Police Department. In November 2011, nearly 30 years after the tragedy at Catalina, LAPD suddenly decided to reopen Natalie Wood’s d.e.a.t.h file.
In the statement to the media, they only said briefly that new information from the memoir and witness statements suggested the incident might not have been a simple accident. From that moment on, Robert Wagner was no longer seen as the pitiful husband who had lost his wife in the cold sea. In the eyes of the public, he had become a suspicious figure in a mysterious d.e.a.t.h case that Hollywood had never truly closed.
I don’t remember if I pushed her into the water or not, but I know I made her leave. The small room used for filming was almost immersed in silence. Dim light covered the aged face of Robert Wagner, the man once called by Hollywood the model of a perfect gentleman. Now all that remained in him was a trembling voice, hands that never stopped moving, and a tired posture in front of the camera.
He remained silent for a very long time, as if he had to gather all his strength just to begin. In my whole life there is only one story that I have never told completely. Wagner said slowly. But now perhaps no one really wants to hear it anymore. The reporter asked if he had ever thought he had been misunderstood.
Wagner smiled faintly, a thin and sad smile. His eyes turned toward the window where the fiery red sunset was covering the wall behind. No. He replied. People understand correctly. It’s just that I have never said everything. A long silence followed. Then he took a deep breath. His voice becoming hoarser. I lied to preserve my honor.
I once thought the truth could wait. But the truth never stands still waiting for anyone. The camera captured the moment Wagner closed his eyes. His two fingers gently touched each other as if tracing each broken piece of memory. That night I still remember the sound of the wind. She was right there so close to me.
Maybe I said something that made her leave. Maybe I crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed. Then I heard the sound of water. A very small splash. Even now I still don’t know whether that was her falling or me. Wagner opened his eyes and looked straight into the camera. Many people ask if I have regrets. I don’t regret loving Natalie.
What I regret is letting anger make decisions instead of my heart. Behind the camera no one in the crew said a word. They just silently watched him. Watched the eyes that contained something that looked both like fear and relief. As if the man had finally accepted looking straight at himself. As the filming session neared its end, Wagner set his cup of tea down on the table.
He spoke very softly, almost no longer addressing the reporter, but speaking to his own reflection on the glass. I did not push her into the water. I only pushed her out of my life. But perhaps, from that moment, I also followed her. After that filming session, Wagner almost disappeared from all cameras. What remained was only the footage, along with the final sentence that closed a long chapter, which Hollywood had never had the courage to reread to the end.
I don’t remember if I pushed her into the water or not, but I know I made her leave. More than four decades have passed, but the story surrounding Natalie Wood and Robert Wagner continues to be mentioned as one of the most controversial mysteries in Hollywood history. What really happened on the yacht? The Splendour on that final night of November 1981 may never be fully clarified, because sometimes the most important clues do not lie in investigation files or public statements, but in the things that have never been
put into words. Until the final years of his life, Robert Wagner still did not provide a complete explanation. He maintained his silence in the face of the biggest questions. And for many people, the prolonged silence itself became what made the mystery even harder to explain. What do you think about this story? In your opinion, was this just a regrettable accident on a night at sea? Or behind it lie truths that have never been revealed? Please leave a comment and share your perspective.
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