The Mystery of the Mary Celeste

December 5th, 1872. Mid-Atlantic. The coffee was still warm when

they found her. The Dei Gratia spotted her first, a merchant vessel drifting under partial

sail. Zigzagging across the ocean like a drunk stumbling home. No signals.

Just silence. Climbing aboard, the boarding party found a ship frozen in time.

Half-eaten breakfast on the table. Playing cards mid-game. The captain's log, ink wet.

Medicine uncorked on the shelf. In the galley, a pot of steaming coffee.

But not a single soul. Ten people, gone. Vanished without a

struggle. Cargo untouched. Lifeboats secured. Money and valuables still in their