reefs in adverse winds and tides. Some of them must have 

 ended disastrously on the bottom of this now-deserted 

 harbor. 



We were just climbing back aboard when we saw a 

 launch approaching Sea Diver from the direction of town. 

 It was the Life magazine team we had been expecting for 

 several days. We pulled up our anchor and went to greet 

 them — Peter Stackpole, world-renowned photographer, 

 particularly keen on underwater picture-taking; and Kay 

 Hampton, reporter. 



There was an envious look on the faces of our two 

 sons as they watched the launch cast oflF to depart for town, 

 for by now the early-morning calm had retired in favor 

 of the usual strong wind and rolling seas, and they were 

 both seasick again. 



Despite the roughness of the water, Peter and Kay 

 pleaded to be taken out to the reefs to see the cannon. So 

 Ed, pleased to demonstrate our little Reef Diver, set out to 

 introduce them to our place of operations. They were back 

 in no time, Kay making a brave attempt to overcome the 

 queasiness she had felt while looking at the bottom as Reef 

 Diver pitched and tossed. The wind by now had risen to 

 forty knots, and any further exploration that day was out of 

 the question. 



There was a general exodus to quarters. Only the 

 hardy ones remained on deck to watch as Peter set up his 

 cameras and enclosed them in the six gleaming black-and- 

 crystal Incite cases which he had made for their use under- 

 water. 



We were again up at five the next morning, and by 

 sunup were on the reefs with both boats. As on the previous 

 morning, there was a slight land breeze and the water was 

 fairly calm. Ed dove on two likely spots which he had 

 buoyed previously, only to find that what had appeared to 

 be stone ballast was boulder-shaped coral. 



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