halfway down the reef. These were also equipped with 

 chain, they said, and fashioned with metal stocks. They had 

 seen no other evidences of a wreck in the vicinity of the 

 anchor. Ed reminded us that the metal stocks, like the 

 chain, were an indication that the anchors had not lain on 

 the bottom long, as only wooden crosspieces had been 

 used until about the middle of the nineteenth century. 



After breakfast Clayton, Ed, and I set out with the 

 glass-bottomed boat. We had not searched long before 

 we spotted a large metal windlass rearing up from the bot- 

 tom about twelve feet below us. As we circled to have 

 another look, we could see anchors, a second, smaller wind- 

 lass and a long length of chain trailing across the bottom 

 from the large windlass, which was still wrapped with a 

 heavy section of it. Nearby lay a heap of the chain, just as 

 it had reposed in its locker when the ship went down. 



"Well, this certainly isn't the copper wreck," Ed said, 

 "but it looks like a good spot for Jane and Barney to get the 

 underwater pictures they're after." 



It was afternoon by the time Sea Diver was anchored 

 near the wreckage and the equipment prepared for div- 

 ing. The sky had clouded over several times, with accom- 

 panying deluges of rain, but between showers the sun 

 shone bright and beautiful, and we took turns exploring 

 and photographing the bottom. I stayed on deck with Dick 

 to tend hoses and to hand down cameras and equipment 

 as they were needed. 



The afternoon was nearly over before I took a tmn 

 below. By this time the tide was running out, and as I 

 climbed down the ladder I found Sea Diver riding within 

 a few feet of the bottom. The coral-coated windlass of the 

 wrecked ship was only a few yards away, and I saw that 

 Ed and Clayton were holding on to it. Ed motioned me to 

 swim their way. 



I released my hold on the ladder and launched myself 



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