So on that 25th day of July 1883, the MARCO POLO, Queen of the Seas, had carried her charges safely to shore for the last time. Not one member of the crew was lost. Within a month she had slipped silently beneath the waves.

Her final resting site
Never Forgotten

   Even in death she had maintained her stately composure. She had come home to Canada to die and be laid to rest. Not for her an ungracious lingering death as a coal hulk beached and rotting in a dank rat infested corner of some far off foreign port, stripped of all her dignity. For, after having logged countless miles under sail, across every ocean in the world, from the oily calm and stifling heat of the doldrums to the black mountainous spume streaked seas and numbing cold of the Southern Ocean, she now rests in peace beneath the green waters of the Gulf, just 150 miles from that Marsh Creek Shipyard where she was born 32 years before.

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