Hey, it's me Carley Quinn with another unbelievable and yes I do mean that episode of our super secret podcast that you're totally not about to listen to.
We got courtroom drama, pirates and even some explosions.
You're going to have to hear it to believe it.
I'm Carly Q and this is Who & Wow Mystery Edition.
Cognize a few vopes, you may not know So anyway, Made important inventions So anyway, Asked all the requests History will never be the same Come in to work this morning, I had a big decision on my mind.
Last week I had started a month -long fitness challenge, led by my coworker Desiree.
I'd been excited about the idea of it, because it ends in a 5k race, but in reality, it's It's not as much fun as I thought.
Anybody else work out before they came in today?
Look, don't get me wrong, I love moving.
No, no, no, it's quite big.
But when it's exercise, it becomes extra sweaty.
And it often involves doing the same thing over and over again, which I find tedious.
Oh. So much running.
So much pedaling. Ooh.
My legs are sore. You know, if I could just sit down for a second.
Oh, hey, Carly. And as usual I wasn't even here for five minutes before getting a visit from my upstairs co -worker in Lewis I know how much you love wasting company time with idle chit chat But I'm actually here only to use the printer the one upstairs is broken a gun Can't believe I'm actually saying this but I'm glad you're here you Lewis you are yes I am you see okay, I have a favor to ask you do tell you sit near Desiree upstairs, right?
She sits near me. Anyway, could you tell her that I'm going to have to bow out of her fitness challenge?
What's wrong? Is all that exercise too much for you?
No, I love exercise.
But all these practice runs and training routines are so repetitive.
If I go on one more training run for the 5K next week, I'm afraid my brain is going to leak out of my ears.
Unless you would like to train for me.
That's even more gross.
Oh, come on! You could do all the practice runs so I can just show up on race day.
I don't think it works like that, Carly.
I'll print out a certificate and everything.
I do love certificates.
I just need someone to be my proxy.
Besides, I bet this would be a great way for you to stay in shape.
Actually, no. I don't need a fitness challenge.
I've got a pedal -town machine at home.
Only the latest model obviously.
It also makes smoothies.
It makes smoothies?
Of course it does. OK, so you'll tell her?
Sure. Next time I see Desiree, I'll tell her you're chicken -ing out of the challenge.
OK, those were not the words I used.
Enjoy your morning, Carly the chicken you.
I'm not a chicken. I can run all day, every day.
With Louis gone, it was finally time to get down to work.
And I only had to catalog 12 different random historical events before, finally, finally, a new time sealed file.
Event December 1872, Mary Celeste, Missing Crew, Mary Celeste, Missing Crew?
I pulled out my A .I.
device, hDAD, and typed in the keywords right away.
But, as usual... Analyzing, analyzing, analyzing...
It looked like it was going to be a while before I had any more information.
But luckily, my rat friend Nibbles came by to keep me company.
I was still feeling a little stiff from all that running and bike riding, so we passed the time by doing some stretches together.
And before I knew it, attention but had employees, lunch time, grab nibbles and H tag and took off free elevator.
L YouTube the phone designated for you.
Dessert training is permitted only with manager approval.
Enjoy your meal. Hi Odie.
Hello basement companion.
You have another mystery.
Sure do. I've got nothing on this one except the keywords from the file.
December, 1872, mary Celeste, missing crew.
Have you ever heard of it?
I believe I have. So what's the story?
Who was this mary Celeste woman?
and why was she missing her whole friend group?
Mary Celeste wasn't a person, she was a ship.
Her whole crew disappeared, and no one knows what happened to them.
Mm, ooh, a nautical mystery!
Excuse me? Oh, I just turned mystery into mystery.
So that it's a... never mind.
After the crew went missing, another ship found the empty Celeste out at sea and sailed her back to port.
Oh, that must have been a weird ride.
Indeed. However, with the time seal on the file, the earliest I can send you back to is the data ships arrived back at shore.
To the port city of Gibraltar.
You know where that is.
Mm -hmm, aged head? Gibraltar, a city located on the southern tip of Spain, overlooking the narrow entrance into the Mediterranean Sea from the Atlantic Ocean.
Map emoji, sailboat emoji.
Good. Now you remember your time travel rules huh?
No changing anything in the past. No funny business.
And remember too that the elevator will translate all language and alter your clothing into something more appropriate for that time.
Mmm. Yes. Hashtag fashion!
Right. Okay. I think you are ready to go, but just remember basement companion, the half -sewed sail catches no wind.
Huh? Okay. Here you go.
Wait, but. Whoa. I don't even know how to show.
Woah! You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to that.
Alright, wow, we're here.
This is the port city of Gibraltar 1872.
Ah, smell delicious.
Hey Nibs! There's a real fishy smell in the air and tons of crates coming on and off all the huge wooden ships all around, and, oh, nibbles, look, there's the Mary Celeste pulling into port right now.
How do you know it's that one?
Because it says so on the side.
Yeah, yeah, because I can read.
Of course I know that.
The ship was magnificent, a hundred feet long with dozens of sails and it was trailing behind another ship, the De Gratia.
In just a few minutes, both of them had pulled into port.
Oh! Nibbles, that ship in front!
The Dei Gratia? They must be the ones who found the Mary Celeste out at sea.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Let's go talk to the crew.
One of the crew members was tying the ship into place at the dock.
Excuse me? Could you tell me what happened with the Mary Celeste?
Was there a storm out there?
A whirlpool? A giant squid?
What are you supposed to be, some curious little street urchin?
Why, yes! Yes, I am.
A very curious street urchin, and I've heard some rumors about this ship and I'm desperate to know what happened.
Especially if a sea monster was involved.
Oh, if only we knew!
Mary Celeste was the ghost ship when we found her.
G -G -G -G -Ghosta? Sorry, did you say a G -G -G -Ghost?
She was seaworthy. Everything on board in good working order, but not a single crew member anywhere to be found.
So what did you do?
What could we do? We put a few men aboard and sailed her back here.
We're going to claim her a salvage.
In fact, our captain and some of the crew are off to the courts to make that claim as we speak.
Oh, uh, can I come too?
The court is no place for a street, Urchin.
They'd never allow you in.
Best be off. He walked up the gangway, back on board the De Grazia.
Nibels, what does all this talk about salvage?
H -Dad with the answer.
salvage the process of rescuing a damaged or abandoned ship from out at sea, often for a reward for the rescued cargo.
Ah, so that's why the de Gratias ship brought the Celeste ship back here?
They're hoping to make some money.
Ship emoji. Money eyes emoji.
I know we said I'm not allowed in court, but that's the only way we're going to get more info on this mystery.
Nothing is going to stop this detective slash street urchin from following the clues.
No way! Unless we see a place that sells pie.
Well, obviously. But no, no, no!
We're going to that courthouse.
Come on, let's go! Nibbles hopped on my shoulder and we made our way to the courthouse.
I really need to get more exits.
Wait! Nibbles, get out of my hair!
Luckily, it was just a short walk away.
The courthouse was a big, stately building with guards out front.
Too many for us to sneak past. But before I could stop her— I'll run around back and see if I can find a way in.
Nibbles, wait, wait, wait!
Nibbles disappeared behind the building.
I tried to look inconspicuous while I waited.
I'm just a street urchin hanging around.
Uh, thank you. Thank you so much. I'll be here all week.
After a few minutes, I looked up and saw the de Gratiya crew down the street heading for the courthouse.
And just then. OK, I found a way in.
Follow me. Nibbles led me around the side of the building to an open back door.
We passed through a mud room and some side offices, snuck past a guard who was half asleep and then we pushed through another door and suddenly found ourselves.
In the back corner of a grand courtroom, a judge sat at the front while the de Grazia crew stood off to one side and on the other side a tall man wearing a wig and a long black robe.
The court calls the advocate general for the queen in their office of admiralty.
What a title. Frederick Solly Flood.
Whoa, wig! What a name!
That's the guy in the wig in the robe.
As advocate general I am here to investigate what happened to the Mary Celeste and determine if these claims of salvage are legitimate.
Legitimate? Captain, would Captain David Morehouse of the De Grauthier please step forward. I'm here, I'm Captain Morehouse.
Ooh, the Captain. Hey, listen.
I bet someone in this hearing was going to learn what happened.
Captain Morehouse, we understand that Mary Celeste was in good working order when you found her, other than the missing crew.
Were there any other clues to their whereabouts?
Not many, sir. There was a bit more water down in the hold than one would expect.
The hold? The hold is the bottom of the ship, where they store all of the cargo.
Thanks, Agedad. You're welcome.
But there's also a disassembled pump down there.
Other than that, the only other clue was a missing lifeboat.
Leading you to what conclusion?
Ooh, good question.
It's not exactly clear.
The captain of the Mary Celeste was Benjamin Briggs, a very well experienced sailor.
He would not have had his crew abandon ship unless it was a very dangerous circumstance.
But the ship seemed in mostly fine condition when we found it.
So is it possible then that your entire story is a lie?
This courtroom's gettin' spicy.
It's just like the Judge Julie show.
Only with wigs. Well Judge Julie wears a wig.
What? No. There's no way her hair is real.
So poofy and beautiful.
Well maybe she has a stylist who styles her hair poofy.
Uh -oh. A guard had found us.
We've been spotted.
You're not allowed in here.
Get out, you riffraff.
Get her! Nibbles hurried to safety, but the guard escorted me out to the street.
Don't come back. Oof, my butt.
And stay out! Oh, man.
Now we're not going to get to see the end of the hearing.
Rats. You rang. Oh, there you are, Nibbles.
What do you think? Is this Captain Guy on the up and up?
but is he lying or is that wig -wearing lawyer just a little too wound up?
Mm, I don't think the captain's lying.
But it seems clear there's more going on here.
I'm not sure what to do next though.
I strongly suggest a, who I don't know, a snack break.
Nice try. I know it'd be easier to just go and eat some delicious local dessert and trust me I am tempted to, but I wanna figure this out.
We've still got some time before the end of our lunch break and I am not giving up on this.
So then what's the plan, detective?
You got any bright ideas?
Actually, I think I do.
Nibbles followed me as we snuck back in through the side door, passed through the mud room again, and the guard, who was somehow still sleeping.
Did you even have toes?
Well, technically they're not toes.
But, you know, cause.
That is some impressive, loud snoring.
Shh, you might want to get that checked out.
But we stopped just outside the courtroom I could barely use an headache rash.
At a rack of wigs and robes.
Here we go. Oh no, you're not really going to wear that, are you?
Oh, you better believe I'm about to wear this robe and this wig.
And I'm going to make it look good.
Meh, you know Judge Julie, why don't you make it work?
Tonk tonk. In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate, yet equally important groups.
With my wig and robe disguise in place and nipples tucked away and concealed, I marched right back into that courtroom like I totally owned the place.
Oh, hello! You must be that new prosecutor we were told to expect.
Yes, yes, yes I am.
Please continue, I just want to have a listen to the law.
We were just discussing some various, unlikely theories for what might have happened to the Mary Celeste.
This is my courtroom, Mr. Soliflud.
I'll be the one to determine what's unlikely.
Righto Mr. Judge, large, man, honorable person?
Er, yes, thank you.
I see from the cargo list that the Celeste was transporting a large amount of alcohol.
Perhaps some small explosion of fumes scared them into abandoning shit.
What do you think, Captain Morehouse?
Fumes? Smelly stuff?
Like, dangerous gas?
Like, you know, when I have some bad lasagna?
Oh, silent, but deadly.
Shh! To beg your pardon?
Sure! Fumes! Yes, please continue.
There's also always the possibility of mutiny.
When the crew of a ship rebels against the captain!
Or pirates. Those are the people that...
I know where a pirate is!
How nice for you. Your qualifications are obviously exceptional.
Perhaps it wasn't even so dramatic.
Just some rough weather.
But by your own words, Captain, the select's captain was a very well -experienced sailor.
But with the water and the broken pump down in the hole, perhaps he mistakenly thought they were sinking...
Uh, not to interrupt, but why aren't you all discussing sea monsters here?
Couldn't giant squids or a Kraken be a possibility?
Um... Hey, you again?
That guard caught us again!
That's it! Our cover is blown!
We've been made! Scared!
Run! Same thing! As we ran out, the guard had been yanked off my robe and wig and chased us back out to the street.
I do go lighter without the robe and the wig.
Whoa! I will not say it again.
Stay... out... Ow! Oh, same spot!
Brutal! Well, uh...
it was a nice shot at least. Plus I looked pretty good in that robe, right?
Like I said, you made it work!
H Dad on the street, a spell is complete!
Wow! Agedad I sort of forgot you were even still working on this.
Two recent theories may explain what happened to the Mary Celeste.
Theory 1! In 2002 a documentarian discovered that on its previous voyage the ship had transported a large amount of cold...
Cold? Cold, you know, the dusty black stuff that even thinking about it, makes me… sneeze!
The zendite. Uh, thank you.
Cold dust could have caused the ship's post to malfunction, leading the crew to think the ship had taken on much more water than it actually had, which could explain why they abandoned ship.
Just like Captain Morehouse suggested.
Theory two. In 2006, a London chemist conducted an experiment with an explosion of alcohol vapors.
He built a scale model of the Mary Celeste, and then used butane gas to create an explosion in the home.
Whoa. Like, a real explosion with flames and fire and stuff?
Despite a large blast, there was no fire damage.
The chemist noted that, quote, there was a spectacular wave of flames, but no soot was left behind and there was no burning or scorching, end quote.
If I was on a boat and had a huge blast down below, that would definitely get me to abandon ship, huh?
And it would also explain why there wasn't any evidence of the explosion.
Flame emoji, fireball emoji.
So basically something scared the crew into abandoning ship.
We just don't know exactly what.
And I'm not rulein' out the sea monster either.
Okay, seriously? Incoming message from plot headquarters.
Lunch time is ending.
Make sure your lunch boxes are locked and in the upright position.
All right, guess it's time to head back.
Let's go. Come on, Nipples.
We raced back to the elevator and moments later - Seriously, look out.
Can't be late. Please get me high, this is not fair.
You promised pie! Hello basement companion!
How was Gibraltar? It was pretty exhilarating!
We listened in on a maritime courtroom hearing, and we got kicked out, twice!
And the Mary Celeste!?
Well, there was a missing lifeboat, so now we know that something probably scared the crew into abandoning ship, but since the lifeboat was never found, we don't know what.
It might have been a faulty pump, or rough weather, or even an explosion of alcohol vapors.
Or, you know, a sea monster.
I'm leaning toward a giant squid myself, but I haven't ruled out a Kraken.
Of course. It's funny.
There were multiple times today where it would have been easier to just give up, because at pretty much every step of the journey there was something thrown in our way but each time I decided to keep on going and I'm so glad I did oh really yeah it's a good thing I didn't abandon ship is almost like it's almost like that's what you meant with your riddle a sale that's not finished isn't gonna catch any wind and it's not going to go anywhere.
The trick is that whatever it is you're doing, you gotta keep at it in order to get results.
And? And it feels good when you do.
Mmm, not just good.
Great. It really does, doesn't it?
Well, I hope you continue having such a nice day basement companion.
As I walked back to my desk I heard a familiar clanking sound from the stairs.
Don't mind me! Just here to use the printer again!
Hello, Lewis. I'm sure they'll fix the broken printer in a few weeks.
Or, you know, years.
You know, once again, I am actually glad you're here.
It turns out I have changed my mind about Desiree's fitness challenge.
Oh, have you? I have, so I need you to go back up there and tell her I am back in.
No stand -ins? All me.
Well actually I never told her you are out because I forgot.
So I'll just not say anything at all.
Perfect. I guess I'm gonna get back to practicing for the 5K next week.
You sure you don't want in?
No thanks. I'm all exercised out.
I'm getting in so many extra steps coming down here to use the printer.
Look at that 5K! After Louis left, I filed the Mary Celeste event and got down to work.
I'm still kind of dreading all the practice runs I have coming up, but boy am I glad I didn't quit the fitness challenge.
I may not win the 5K or even finish it, to be honest, but as long as I try it, I'm gonna be happy.
And no matter what, you know I'm gonna be back here next week investigating another mystery!
Until then, this is Karli Q signing off.
And remember, you never heard this.
Haches't! H -Day initiating end credits mode.
Who When Wow Mystery Edition is an original Tinkercast production with help from Gen Z media, Handshake emoji, high five emoji.
For Tinkercast, the executive producers are Guyene Roza, Mindy Thomas and Meredith Halpern Ranzer.
The shows are written by Aaron Weisman, Danielle Nickey, Tom VanCalken, Kenny Curtis and Mindy Thomas.
Carley Shirocki is a producing consultant.
Big shout outs to Jed Anderson, Steph Sosa, Henry Moskle, Jessica Bodhi, Natasha Crandall, Rebecca Kabat, Sona Ali -Mohamed, Anna Daniker, Anna Zygorski, and the rest of the team at Tinkercast. MegaPhone emoji, applause emoji.
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Sound design and editing is by Chris Terry and Oded Lev -Ary.
Voice editing by Yoni Wreckham.
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Original music was created by Jennifer Roekamp and voice direction is handled by David Kreisman.
Our main cast features Carly Sharaki as Carly Q, Brandon Solerno as Louis, Melissa Van Der Schiff as Nivels the Rat, Kenny Curtis as H -Dan, and Angela Desai as Odie.
Want to explore who went well's mysteries even further?
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H -Dan powering off.
Who am I, made important inventions Who am I, asked all the right questions History will never be the same
