Background Information:  The mystery of the Mary Celeste is considered one of the greatest ocean mysteries of all time.  The brigantine was discovered sailing the ocean without her crew and their fate has baffled and intrigued the world for over one hundred years.   The ship was in relatively good condition--no major problem to account  for a catastrophe, no ransacked cargo, and the crew had left behind their most treasured material possessions.  Why?  No one knew though many hypothesis have been presented over the years--many of which are outlandish. 

Preliminary Thoughts: I knew little about the Mary Celeste before my investigation.  I'd read a few short accounts about it when I was in elementary school and learned that the ship had been found sailing the sea without her Captain and crew and that it looked like they'd surely met some ill fate.   Well, I was determined to plunge the depths of this mystery and solve it once and for all.

Psychic Connection: My psychic connection to the Mary Celeste was unexceptional and yet astoundingly revealing at the same time.  In fact, I was able to solve the mystery from a single word.

After several unsuccessful attempts at connecting, all I saw was water, water, and more water--huge waves crashing over me as if I'd been cast into the sea and couldn't find my way out.  And then suddenly, I was on the ship's deck, the Captain stood before me, glaring down upon me and refusing to let me go any further on his ship. Yet, he seemed to know exactly what I'd come for, so perhaps I wasn't the first who'd attempted a psychic investigation of the Mary Celeste. 

His expression as hard as stone, he seemed totally perturbed by my intrusion, but he uttered one word: "Alcohol."  And then the connection broke.

Surely, I thought, there must be something more to the mystery than alcohol.

I decided to try again.

A few nights later, I returned to the ship, but the same thing happened. The stern captain again stood before me on deck, saying only: "Alcohol," and the connection instantly broke.  He didn't want me there, and I knew it--could feel it, but he wasn't opposed to my knowing the truth; for each time I connected,  he told me the answer, firmly and gruffly, "Alcohol." 

Yes, some spirits are definitely more talkative and friendly than others.  Perhaps the unfriendliness on the Captain's part stemmed from archaic notions about psychic matters--or perhaps he was trying to protect his family (if they were onboard), or maybe he wanted to be alone in his private hell (I believe he feels guilty about what happened.).  I simply don't know why he's so menacing.  I do know that he, and probably his crew and family alike, are not at rest and are still sailing the seas.

Anyhow, back to the matter of alcohol.  At first I thought well what in the world does that mean? This one word can't be the answer to one of the greatest sea mysteries of all time.  But when I went to the research phase of my investigation, I found out that, indeed, "alcohol" provided the solution.  Suddenly that one little word had a powerful meaning for it had indirectly claimed the lives of those on board the Mary Celeste.  Mind you, it wasn't drinking alcohol, but a commercial type, such as ethanol, and the ship was loaded to the gills with it.

Research:  The ship, originally named the "Amazon" has an interesting history.  Some believe she was cursed.  I found no substantial evidence of that, but misfortune often found her.  Launched in the spring of 1861, her first captain died before completing the maiden voyage.  She accidentally rammed and sunk an English brig in London.  Later, a crew abandoned her, thinking she was sinking when a storm drove her ashore at Cape Breton.  But she was recovered, repaired, and in 1872, she fell into the command of Benjamin Spooner Briggs.

She'd just undergone renovations in New York and Briggs thought she was a beauty the first time he saw her. 

On November 2, the ship was loaded with 1701 barrels marked "alcohol."   The cargo was worth $36,000.   (Again, it's important to note that this wasn't drinking alcohol but a form of industrial alcohol such as ethanol or methanol.  Briggs ran a tight ship and there was no drinking on board--none of the seven crew members were allowed to bring their own alcohol on board the vessel.)  It was the first time in Briggs 20 years of experience to haul alcohol.  It was considered a dangerous cargo, because of its flammability; nevertheless, he'd decided to take his wife and two-year old daughter Sophia along on the trip--one of his first errors. 

And on November 5, 1872, she sat out bound for Genoa.   A nasty storm came up, and she was forced to drop anchor off Staten Island where she sat for two days, but she was off again for her Eastbound trek, her crew never to be seen again.

Captain Moorhouse of the brigantine Dei Gratia was the first to spot the ghost ship on December 5.  From the moment he saw the vessel, he had a bad feeling about it.  Something about the ship gave him pause.  Looking at it through his spyglass, he felt in his gut that something was amiss but couldn't figure out what or why.  Soon, he realized the reason for his misgivings--the ship was hardly flying any sails.  Odd, in such a light breeze.  He feared that the ship could be in trouble. 
 
The Dei Gratia moved in for a closer look, and he noted that the ship seemed to be fighting her course, bucking the waves and ambling without a purpose.  And there appeared to be no one aboard the vessel.  He decided that it was time to board her.

First Mate Deveau and two other men launched a lifeboat.  On board the mystery ship, the deck was dark, spooky and silent, except for the occasional creak of wood.  They found no one and concluded that the crew had abandoned ship.  Yet they couldn't understand why.  There was no sign of significant damage to the ship, no leakage or holes in the copper sheathing.  She was dragging a few rigging lines, but nothing serious, the rudder was intact and the ship was sitting fine and sure in the water.  Sails hung from one yardarm.  The portside rail was lying on the deck and another torn piece of sail dropped over the galley's stovepipe.  She'd knocked around a bit and the binnacle--a box to store the ship's compasses, etc., had fallen and busted on the deck as if ripped from the deckhouse but that could have been the wind's doing.

The deckhouses were dark, a door swung back and forth, setting the men's nerves on edge and the wheel turned as if a ghost was at the wheel.  Actually, the pressure of the water on the rudder was turning it. They wondered why the crew hadn't tied the wheel off--as any sailor would have known to do when leaving a ship at sea.  If the wheel was tied off, the ship would move in circles, if not, it would leave a sailor at the mercy of the sea.

.In the Captain's cabin, they noted that the beds were unmade--though the rest of the room was tidy.  Everything was saturated with water, accounting for the musty smell that permeated the vessel.   Several inches of water stood in the galley alone.

They sounded the pumps, noticing that the ship's sounding rod was lying next to one of the pump boxes.  Below, they found that there was 3.5 feet of water in the bilge, but it was not an alarming amount. 

Again, the men were struck by the knowledge that the ship appeared to be sound and in no danger of sinking.  What then, had happened to the crew?  Why had they left so quickly?

And strangely, all of the hatches were open as were the entrances to the deckhouses.  Even the skylight in the captains cabin was propped open.  Every doorway and window had been thrown back.  Again, the men were baffled. 



They found the ship's log and it revealed nothing to shed light on what happened--just the routine.  Nothing out of the ordinary except for the foul weather that the crew had endured for most of the journey.
There was also a map, with drawn lines showing the way the ship had traveled due East from New York, stopping west of the Azores, several hundred miles from the ship's current location.  The final entry was on November 25, reportedly the first calm day they'd had  on the trek.

In the crew quarters, they found that the men had left behind their trunks containing their treasured personal items.  In addition, they'd left their foul weather gear and pipes behind.  Sailors went no where without their beloved pipes. 

Obviously, those  on board had abandoned the ship in a hurry, but the men could still find no satisfactory answer to account for the crew's departure.    None of it made sense.  If the crew had met with foul weather why were all of the hatches and windows open?   And if they'd left for any other reason, why had they left behind their possessions?

Pirates surely hadn't been responsible as nothing appeared to be missing except for the crew, even the cargo appeared to be unmolested except for a few busted kegs of alcohol.   

The men, deciding that some misfortune had fallen upon the crew, decided to take the ship in for salvage. 

In port, their efforts were met with suspicion and an investigation followed, but no evidence of wrong doing on the part of the Dei Gratia's crew was ever found.  Eventually, after weeks of grueling questioning,  the charges were dropped (yet the men's careers were ruined, and they didn't make much on their salvage claim--again, the curse comes to mind.)  

Conclusion: According to Captain Briggs himself alcohol was the key to this mystery.  That, along with the clues that were revealed during the ship's examination by the Del Gratia crew, presents a solution about what happened on board during the crew's final moments.  In fact, the pieces of the puzzle falls perfectly in place.

But first, we need to step back to the beginning of the ship's journey. 

The crew endured weeks of foul weather.  The weather was unbearably rough throughout the journey and would have kept the crew working around the clock.  On November 24, they encountered the worst storm yet near the Azores, which would have kept them on their toes all night.  In the morning, the storm had let up.  Surely, a welcome relief.  There was almost no wind, but the probably didn't care.  At last, they could rest.

And finally, they could ventilate the hold (this type of cargo needed to air occasionally due to fume buildup), something they hadn't been able to do in weeks because of the rough weather. 

They were in for an unpleasant surprise, however, because as soon as the hatches were thrown back, deadly fumes wafted from the hold, making the crew nauseous, light-headed, and dizzy.  The rough weather had broken some of the barrels of alcohol and 450 gallons of it filled the ship's bilge.  The crew, seeking fresh air, opened all of the hatches, doors, and windows.  But it wasn't enough.  The fumes were too potent and there wasn't a breeze to carry them off. The crew had no choice but to leave the ship until the fumes abated.

Leaving their valuables because they expected to return, they used the peak halyard (the rope that drew the sail up the main mast) as a towline for the lifeboat.  They had to remain connected to the ship.  Without it, the lifeboat would drift from the ship with no way to catch up to it.  The rope, the longest line, provided the tether.  This is the reason why the Dei Gratia crew found the halyard hanging over the side of the ship--it had been attached to the front of the launch.  If weather got bad, they'd draw the small boat back to the ship; however that wasn't possible, because the crew made two fatal errors that resulted in tragedy.

First, the crew failed to haul in the sails.  The sails on the foremast were left unfurled.  This is probably because the crew would have had to go aloft via the ratlines to draw them in, and perhaps they were too dizzy or ill to make the treacherous climb.  Or maybe they just weren't thinking clearly due to the potent fumes. 

Second, they didn't tie up the ship's wheel.  They either neglected to do so in their haste to flee the ship or they forgot.   And then too, the weather was unusually calm.  Perhaps they thought that the ship wasn't going anywhere anyhow. 

At any rate, they got into the cramped lifeboat (or yawl), eight men, a woman, and a child, and they drifted a bit for some fresh air, but as soon as Briggs head had cleared, he surely realized the dangerous situation they were in.  With four foresails still unfurled, a gust could set the ship off and leave them a deadly distance behind the vessel.  Perhaps he hoped for the best, knowing he had no option but to wait this out and hope that the weather would remain calm. 

But fate was against him.  That afternoon, a dreaded gale came, and the weather changed quickly, churning the water.  Briggs might have tried to pull them closer to the ship, using the towline, but it was too late. 

The sails caught the wind and the ship took off, picking up speed.  The  crew probably began a tug of war to reach the ship.  They would have struggled as long as their strength held out while waves violently rocked the tiny vessel. 

At some point, the halyard broke (thus the reason it was hanging broken over the side of the ship), and the rest happened quickly.  They would have paddled futilely against the powerful waves with no hope of catching up to the ship. 

They were lost at sea and no one knows if they were claimed by the waves or succumbed from a lack of food or water. The only certainty is that they met their deaths--and it all came about because of alcohol.
 

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