Extensively salvaged before she plunged bow first into deep water, the Rondo is unlike any other wreck dive. Built in Tampa in neutral America in 1917, officially for Cunard but in fact for the British Government, War Wonder 1 was intended to help replace losses inflicted by German U-boats on Allied shipping. However, as the USA went to war it requisitioned all ships being built in the States for its own war effort. War Wonder was renamed Lithopolis and was ready to sail two months before the war ended. She was renamed again in 1930 as Laurie, then sold in 1934 to become the Norwegian Rondo.
In early 1935, the Rondo left Glasgow in ballast, intending to round Scotland, pick up a cargo in Dunstan, Northumberland, and carry it to Oslo. On 25 January she sailed into the Sound of Mull and a hideous blizzard. She took shelter in Aros Bay, near Tobermory, but during the night her anchor chain parted and she drifted down the sound, driven 10 miles by howling winds and strong tides. It was then that the rocky islet of Dearg Sgeir with its little white lighthouse got in the Rondo's way. The wind and waves drove the ship sideways across Dearg Sgeir with such force that she was stranded high and dry, balanced precariously across the island.The 264ft ship with her 42ft beam just missed the lighthouse, but the wind and waves drove her high on the rocks, where she stuck fast.
Distress flares whirled away in the wind, but at dawn the 22 crew found that although their ship was rock-pierced they were in no danger. They remained aboard for two weeks, as one salvage effort after another failed. Tugs and trawlers couldn't pull her off and it was finally decided to break her up where she squatted. A salvage crew started to cut her up. Over the following few months, extensive salvaging removed most of the hull and machinery, until eventually the balance of the wreck was disturbed. Rondo screeched as she was bashed by winter seas so big and heavy that they slowly inched the ship across the 100ft-wide island. First her bow dipped, then her decks sloped down and the salvors raced against the inevitable. Finally, she slipped down the face of the sheer underwater cliff, and there she remains, propped steeply against it.