The strange last voyage of the MV Alta
I arranged to meet Tabby Loftis of the Mayo Garda sub-aqua team in Brophy’s Public House, Crossmolina. The location was at his request. I wanted to ask about a bloodstained chest of drawers that had washed up on Blacksod beach the previous October.
Tabby was seated at the bar when I arrived. The place was quiet, save a half dozen or so other customers. Before I had even introduced myself, Tabby began boasting. I
knew immediately that it would be a difficult interview, because Tabby’s opening gambit was: ‘I’m probably the best sub aqua Guard of all time -the unit is going to be hard pressed when I leave.’
He seemed disappointed when I did not encourage him to elaborate. I began instead by asking Tabby to confirm who had been on the team sent to investigate the discovery. It was at this point that things got complicated
‘Myself, Eugene McKay, Tony Staunton and Bart Flannery. That was the team at the time, still is too. We were already in Belmullet because of the Alta.’
‘The Alta, what was that?
‘You know, the ghost ship that beached beyond Blackrock