A week later, the Diamond pulled into the quay in Key West, under her own power, sails furled, greeted by hot, humid air, a slight breeze, and little else. The passengers disembarked in high spirits, shaking hands with or hugging Captain Andrew and his crew. The calm seas over the past few days left the passengers serene and relaxed, the crew bored. Rolling waves and a stiff wind for the first few days after leaving the island, gave Captain Andrew and company a chance to demonstrate their skills and sail the four-masted, square-rigged brigantine with Eighteenth-century panache. No lingering below decks, minding the engines that drove her, when the wind power failed. They swarmed up the rigging, unfurled sail and “ploughed the waters by the seat of their pants,” as First Mate Taylor remarke
