I may be alone in this view, but I believe that the Titanic site should be left alone. Maybe some Sonar and Camera fly-bys, but only once a year. The comment on how she was found, was she looked almost like the day she went down, granted in two pieces. But look at a picture on finding her vs a picture of her now, she is a shell that is degrading quicker each trip down. The constant trips are aggravating the algae and the bacteria into a feeding frenzy. They may have started a snack back in 1912, but now they are devouring it. I'm glad to have been able to see the Ship and to know what happened to her, at least in a way as to what happened. But she won't be there much longer and at the rate of our trips down to collect and catalog, we are in fact causing more damage to her now then when she first laid there.
I know I may be alone in this, but I'm happy with just the knowledge of her place of rest. I do believe that any piece, part or whole, is robbing the grave of not only the Majestic ship, but the over 1500 that died that night also. Would you steal the head stone from your GreatGrandmothers grave? It's just a stone, It's not like she owned it. She had to die to get it. I feel the same with the Titanic and her debris field, they are the head stones of the lost souls, they earned the ownership when the Titanic disappeared under the waves with most of them, and as she sailed to the bottom, She watched the others died on the surface as markers to her passage to the grave.
I'm sorry for any misspellings and any sentences that don't seem to connect right, I feel very bitter with the way the site is riddled with grave robbers that claim it in the name of science, They leave the mass graves of Hitler's camps alone yet attack the Titanic like vultures. Now it is time to let the Lady Titanic, her Crew and Passengers rest.
These are my feelings and opinions only.... Please feel free to comment on any of it...
Like you need permission, after all the is a board to speak on and about the Mighty Titanic....
Thank you for listening (reading) the ramblings of a lost soul in the wrong era.
Jason Long