Waldo Andersen
"Jinkies, they have trees on the bottom of the ocean, mister Waldo?"

"They're called anemones, Socko. It's pronounced ah-neh-mo-knees"

Waldo took another snapshot and then carefully lowered himself into the cockpit. There he quickly started looking for the black box, an item he'd love to add to his endless collection of odds and ends. Oh, and he'd probably take a bunch of other garbage too, because that's what Waldo was like.