1939 Atlantic Ocean Imperial Airways Short Empire Flying Boat Sinking

1939 Atlantic Ocean Imperial Airways Short Empire Flying Boat Sinking

The Imperial Airways Short Empire flying boat, Cavalier, en route from New York, New York, to Bermuda, ditched and sank on 21 January 1939, when she suffered a loss of power and put down onto a heavy sea, subsequently sinking 285 miles (459 km) southeast of New York, with the loss of three lives. Ten survivors were picked up by the tanker Esso Baytown after ten hours in the water.

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