Barney and Jane Crile were with us in those first 

 sessions, leaders in the plans we made, discarded, and made 

 again to visit these shoals one day. Now they were with 

 us once again, as we set out from Cap Haitien on April 

 twenty-fifth, to make our dream come true — a dream of 

 exploring these fabulous reefs, of diving in the depths of 

 these mysterious waters, and of succeeding, where count- 

 less others had failed, in locating the remains of this famous 

 treasure wreck. 



Also aboard Sea Diver was Glenn Krause, a civilian 

 employee of the hydrographic department of the United 

 States Air Force in Germany. He had joined us that morn- 

 ing, just before we sailed. Glenn had always led an ad- 

 venturous life, numbering among his experiences a part 

 in one of the Navy's expeditions to the South Pole. He was 

 a map maker, a photographer, and a seaman — a long, 

 thin, very bald man in his forties, with the nonchalant air 

 of the adventurer. 



Glenn had come as an emissary for Alexander Korga- 

 noff, that White Russian historian and researcher from 

 Paris who had visited the Silver shoals as part of an expedi- 

 tion a few years earlier. The expedition had ended abruptly 

 with a mutiny of the native crew, which he had assembled 

 in the Dominican Republic. Nothing daunted, Korganoff 

 had returned to the shoals a short time later in a small 

 saihng boat. There he claimed he had located the site of 

 the galleon wreck, spotted an anchor, and, he was con- 

 vinced, had seen the coral-covered hulk of part of the ship. 



Ed and Korganoff had been in communication with 

 each other for more than a year, as the Russian was arrang- 

 ing a second trip to the shoals at about the same time we 

 had planned to go. They had agreed to combine forces 

 and to meet in that area soon after the middle of April. 



Our other plans, to search for the Santa Maria off Cap 

 Haitien and, later in the summer, to trace the comse of 



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