have come from the Spanish galleon, he thought it too 

 small to have been part of her equipment. More likely, 

 he said, it had come from a later ship which might have 

 been searching for the galleon. Perhaps it had come from 

 the wrecked ship we were investigating. This was a dis- 

 couraging possibility, for it would mean that the wreck we 

 had found was a smaller ship than the galleon. 



That night was quiet and peaceful. Sea Diver rode 

 calmly at her two moorings. The wind did not come up, 

 and the sea stayed quiet. A star-sprinkled sky lighted the 

 nearby reefs, where just a murmur of lapping waters could 

 be heard. The crew of Sea Diver slept soundly and well. 

 We awoke to a Sunday morning so still and beautiful, to 

 a sea so quiescent, so clear, that in its blue depths could 

 be seen the finest details of coral head and fish far below. 

 It was a day to enjoy, to relax all tensions. It turned into 

 a morning for picture-taking. 



With both Reef Diver and Wee Diver anchored on 

 the wreck site, the air compressor operating for several 

 divers, and two extra Scott outfits for the rest of them, the 

 quiet spot became a beehive of activity. With as many as 

 four divers below at the same time, and the other swim- 

 mers assisting from the surface, cameras clicked and 

 buzzed. There was a constant exchange of diving and 

 photographic equipment. The startled fish hung around 

 at first and then disappeared to quiet retreats under the 

 coral ledges. The water in the vicinity of the wreck area 

 became cloudy with powdery coral from the stirred-up 

 debris on the bottom. 



When the orgy of picture-taking was over, the men 

 decided to dynamite once more, close to the site of the 

 previous explosion, where they had picked up further in- 

 dications of metal in the coral. Using the metal de- 

 tector, they marked two locations, laced them with a 

 half stick of dynamite each and set them off. This time we 



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