Captain John Bracewell's deep voice was shouting orders to the tug which was making fast to haul the deep-laden _Sea Witch_ out from her wharf. She was ready to begin her long voyage around Cape Horn, and the trade winds of the Pacific were calling her. In their first hours aboard, her crew had found that they were in a "smart ship," with a master who knew his trade. No longer a stranded derelict, but a leader of men, gravely rejoicing in the strength and beauty of the _Sea Witch_, Captain Bracewell looked every inch a proper seaman to command this queen of the old-time Yankee merchant marine.