Three different crews were signed before a full complement could be persuaded to tarry in the forecastle.
The trouble was caused by a fortune-teller of Lynn, Moll Pitcher by name, who predicted disaster for the ship.

Now every honest sailor knows that certain superstitions are gospel fact, such as the bad luck brought by a cross-eyed Finn, a black cat, or going to sea on Friday, and these eighteenth century shellbacks must not be too severely chided for deserting while they had the chance.

As it turned out, the voyage did have a sorry ending and death overtook an astonishingly large number of the ship's people.
Though she had been designed and built by master craftsmen of New England who knew their trade surpassingly well, it was discovered when the ship arrived at Canton that her timbers were already rotting.

They were of white oak which had been put into her green instead of properly seasoned.

This blunder wrecked the hopes of her owners.