Seven Links, Seven Post, Seven Blogs

I found a link back in one of my comment sections yesterday simply stating; ” You’ve Been Tagged” The link was from, Jamie Anne, @ Dash of Domestic.   I’m not sure that it is required, though as it not only is a great way to showcase, and spread a little exposure to some otherwise, all but forgotten post, and provides for a rather quick and interesting “New Post” in these busy times, I’m passing the challenge on to 7 other people in thebloggerhood.

Oh, I just re-read the challenge  standard at Dash of Domestic, and there are only 5 suggested recipients for me to “Tag”. But, I like the number 7… So, 7 Post, 7 Links, and 7 of you will soon be tagged to do the following:

List and showcase 1 post for each of these categories, and then pass the challenge on to 5 …or 7 other bloggers:

  • #1 Your Most Beautiful Post (in your opinion)
  • #2 Your Most Popular Post ( per stat views)
  • #3 Your Most Controversial Post ( per reality)
  • #4 Your Most Helpful, or “How To” Post
  • #5 Your Most Surprisingly Popular  Post
  • #6 Your Post That Didn’t Get the Attention It Merited.
  • #7 Your Magnum Opus ( post you are most proud of  )

Here are my selections:

#1 Most Beautiful Post= “Shannon’s Song A song I wrote based on a true story of a little girl who’s mother and  father were on the Maury Povich Show, back in 2001. The little girl sadly, was in the hospital in dire need of a specific chromosome that only her biological father could produce to save her life. The man Shannon, knew as her daddy since she was born was tested on the Povich show, and along with the Mother, Maury, Me, and I am sure Millions of other viewers, was shattered, and melted into a puddle of disbelief and tears, at Maury’s words;” Joe, you are Not the father“. I never heard anything more of what became of poor little “Shannon“, but, as the mother, who admittedly had been so promiscuous prior to settling down with Joe, had no idea of how many men she had been with, nor how to contact any of them, the prognosis was not good by the end of the program. How? You are probably asking, can I possibly choose this as my “Most Beautiful” post. Simply, by the time I prayerfully finished writing “Shannon’s Song” I had the most beautiful feeling of peace, in that, if the identity of Shannon’s real daddy was not discovered, I know, Shannon’s real Father, and Creator, took her home to be with Him.

#2 Most Popular Post= “Who’s the Real Pawn Star Here”?

Based on what turned out to be the “History Channel’s” most popular TV series to date.

#3 Most Controversial Post= “What Time Is It“?

#4 Most Helpful Post= Roll the Stone Away  (Actually an 8 part series

# 5 Surprisingly Successful Post =”Victory met defeat though her discovery promises a victorious sweep“.   A Nautical Tale of the English, 1737 shipwreck of the HMS Victory:   with 247 views within hours after posting it.

# 6 Post That Didn’t Get The Attention It Deserved=   RECIPE: 2 cps Buster Keaton, 2 cps Bill Nye, 3 cps Joel Robuchon: 1.blend, 2.roll onto pan, 3. bake: ‘”Voila’” 1 “Alton Brown”

 

# 7 Post You Are Most Proud Of = Okay, I Have To Break The Rules And Post 2 Here:

 History=Colony Lost From The Start 

Poem= From Just Outside  Of Time


And Now The Seven Lucky Bloggers Are:


Dribblingpensioner

Kate Shrewsday

Bodhirose’s Blog

Nurse Myra

Zumpoems

Selma in the City

The Hook

Make that 8!!!

The Water Witches Daughter

Number 9 Number 9 Number 9

Laughing Housewife

10 is a good number!!!

Baking With Sibella

11 is almost heaven…at least, it’s dancing with the stars

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What the heck I can’t leave Cindy Out, even if she is rushed with traffic, let alone Gordo Rambo. Number 12 is the perfect Governing Number of the Universe!!

The Only Cin

Thirteen was always my lucky number…

From the Pews

14 is 7 x 2 =   KitchensGarden

15? = Take a Picture…it’ll last longer….

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God Is So Good!!!

This Is Not My Home

#17 A great place to learn new South of the boarder, and Panamanian recipes: and a new blogger friend ( Blue Jelly Beans )

#18, the more the merrier… fostercitynewblog

#19 Trapperhoney from West By God Virginia ( currently known as Ink Yarn and Tears)

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Nuestra Senora de Atocha 1622 “Lost at Sea”

(AP Photo/Florida Keys News Bureau, Sharon Wiley)

KEY WEST, Fla. (AP) — Shipwreck experts are evaluating a centuries-old 40-inch gold chain plucked from the seafloor while searching for a 17th-century sunken Spanish galleon off the Florida Keys.The piece is tentatively valued at about $250,000. It is believed to be from the Nuestra Senora de Atocha, which sank during a 1622 hurricane. It was found Wednesday by divers from Mel Fisher’s Treasures about 35 miles west of Key West.The chain has 55 links, an enameled gold cross and a two-sided engraved religious medallion featuring the Virgin Mary and a chalice. In 1985, the Fisher crew recovered more than $450 million in artifacts and treasure from the Atocha shipwreck, but part of the ship has not been found.

A Spanish galleon similar to the Nuestra Señora de Atocha. as seen : http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/lasalle/owners.html

Some fifty years before the first city in North America was found, the Spaniards occupied cities in Central America, the Caribbean, Cuba, and many other “New World” ports de old sod. As far back as the late 16th century, cities such as Potosi, Lima, and Mexico City, housed populations greatly exceeding the largest cities in Spain. Huge tracts of land granted to Spanish colonist in these areas by the Crown produced Coffee, Tobacco, and other commodities and were traded for supplies from Cadiz .

The system was extremely profitable for the Crown, as well as the colonist from 1561, until 1748, ( though colonization and sporadic trade started earlier). Of course, the most profitable commodities for advancing Spain’s world domination, and continuing the colonies were the more shiny, monetarily valued items found on the continent such as silver and gold.

Two separate fleets sailed from Spain to the new world annually loaded with do-jiggers, and vendible for the colonist. In return, many pelagic souls, slaves, doubloons, and pieces of eight, launched from the Gulf of Mexico headed back to Spain on the same ships. The slew of  ships lost to hurricanes and squalls in the area from 1500 till now represent many nations, yet the majority being Spanish Galleons, hands down, leaves many of their hands and deck, beneath the sea, and treasures on our minds, almost as valuable as the history itself.

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From Cadiz, sailing Columbus’s wake to the Caribbean, the fleets (though Spain had many other fleets sailing many other seas) would split

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for separate destinations. Fleet Nueva Espnana’, for Veracruz, Mexico, and Tierra Firme, for Portobello, Panama. After unloading their cargo, and being loaded to the hilt,  sitting lull a hull, both fleets keeled with lucre, barring no contender, would meet again in Havana, Cuba, which just happens, was the birth place of the ship, “Senora de Atocha”.

 ( to be continued )

“Sons of Enoch” Chapter 27 (Wallam Olam) Red Record

(The City of Tenochtitlan)

Red Record ( Wallum Olam) red record

Long before the Europeans arrived on the eastern shores of  North America, there was a tribe of people living in the land, now known as the Delaware Indians. In more recent years, and as long as the Europeans have been here, the neighboring tribes as far south as Florida refereed to the Delaware  as the “Grandfathers”  or the “Lenni Lenape “.   Though Lenni Lenape in the Lenape, “Algonquian Indian”  language means  “ Original People “, their own tradition, and records  reveal a very different story. The “Red Record”, or Story of the Grandfathers, Delaware Indians is well-preserved and is known in the Indian tongue as the “Wallum Olam”.

The Wallum Olam pictured above is the oldest written account of the migration and colonization of any ” Native American people”, spanning almost a hundred generations and beginning with a written account of Noah’s flood.

From the Pre-Columbian American Religions, p. 162

In the long chain of tribes along the east coast, one ethnic group stands out, not only in the European written sources but also in the judgment of the Indians themselves. This remarkable group was the Delaware, called in their own language the Lenni Lenape. They had a special status in the eyes of many other Indian peoples: they were reverenced as the “grandfathers,”  representatives, after a fashion, of authority and legality.

One of the things that we today have learned from these writings as far as what the term “Grandfathers” meant to those tribes who later came to co-exist the continent with the already flourishing Delaware, is not exactly what earlier historians and anthropologist understood it to mean.  Because of the wonderfully preserved written account of the Delaware, and remnant discoveries of a long-lost civilization along the Mississippi River basin, truth of who the first now known inhabitants of the continent were became overpowering but clear.

Though the term “Grandfathers” and other reverencing, and honorable terms used by the neighboring tribes to describe the Delaware came well deserved, as the ensuing revelation of exactly who the Delaware had to conquer when first coming into the new land portrays , it also tells of just how “Earned” the sentiments must truly be.

A View of Cahokia One of the members of this organization — United States archaeologist H.M. Brackenridge — described the ruins in his own words. He examined the great pyramid of Cahokia in 1811-12, and we quote his fascinating record taken from A. J. Conant’s Footprints of Vanished Races (pp. 56-58) — In order for us to form a correct idea of these mounds and pyramids, it will be necessary to give the reader a general idea of the terrain in which they are located. This great American plain consists of extensive aluvial terrain that extends from the tributaries of the Mississippi River, from Kaskaskia to the Chakol River, some 190 miles in length and about seven miles in width; several rivers wind their way through the area; the earth of this region is extremely fertile and is not harmed by the constant overflowing of the mighty Mississippi. Many LAKES are scattered about through this area, which abound in fishes, and in the autumn of the year arrive many wild birds. This valley is capable of supporting a population greater than any other part of the entire Mississippi Valley. The branches of the great river offer proof that this area once supported an ENORMOUS POPULATION. If, for example, the modern city of Philadelphia were to be abandoned, the traces of human existence would not be more numerous! The author goes on to say — The immense number of mounds and the quantity of human bones found everywhere on the surface gives ample evidence that this valley was once filled with towns and peoples. Almost all the land seems to be a superb resting place for its original inhabitants. Most outstanding of all are THE PYRAMIDS AND THEIR MOUNDS. A group of them is located about 12 miles to the north of Cahokia and another is located about 12 miles to the south of the river. There are MORE THAN 150 PYRAMIDS of various sizes. The western branch of the Mississippi also contains A CONSIDERABLE NUMBER. A more detailed description of the pyramids to the north of the Cahokia River, which I visited in 1811, will give you a good idea of them all. I crossed the Mississippi coming from St. Louis and passed through a forest that ran along the edge of the river and entered a plain. After 15 minutes I found myself in the midst of some mounds. From the distance they looked like hay-stacks standing up in a meadow. One of the largest, which I climbed, had a base of 200 feet in circumference. The form of this mound was almost square, although there was evidence of the erosion caused by wind and water over the centuries. The level top had enough room to contain seven hundred men in a standing position. The view from this pyramid was beautiful beyond belief. You could see a plain with some wooded groves and some isolated trees: to the right the prairie extended to the horizon, to the left I could see the Cahokia River winding its way to the Mississippi. Within my view I was able to count FIFTY-FIVE PYRAMIDS and numerous mounds of various sizes. These all formed a semicircle. I continued walking along the branch of the Cahokia and passed by EIGHT MORE PYRAMIDS within the distance of four miles before arriving at a larger connecting tributary. When I arrived at the base of the MAIN PYRAMID, I was astonished! I thought I must be viewing the great pyramid of Egypt. It was truly wonderful to behold! The construction of this one must have required the labor of thousands of men and many years of continuous labor! From:    http://www.hope-of-israel.org/aztec.htm   (From the Mississippi to Mexico — The Great Migration of the Aztecs!)

In 1519,  Hernando Cortez, and his hoard of 600 soldiers landed ship on the Yucatán Peninsula in Mexico, and discovered an established, well advanced society who called themselves the Aztec. Later, Cortez, after herding the Aztecs, who were polytheistic, and unable to understand the Spanish language, into great masses and shouting the principles of the Gospel of Christ at them, mistook the seemingly indifferent response of the Aztec as rejection of the Gospel. This military authoritative means of  spreading the Gospel of Christ not only revealed the Spanish hoard’s misunderstanding of the message and Christ himself, but unfortunately resulted in catastrophic annihilation of an absurd amount of human lives.

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At first encounter, and until Cortez decided it was time for him to make converts to Christianity, the Aztecs greeted the Spaniards peacefully.  In fact, as some of the Aztec Traditional legends told them of a god  who would return to them one day, they first perceived erroneously that he had returned through Cortez.

Ensuing are excerpts from Bernal Diaz del Castillo:

The first hand account of Bernal Díaz del Castillo‘s True History of the Conquest of New Spain paints a portrait of a noble leader who struggles to maintain order in his kingdom after he is taken prisoner by Hernán Cortés. In his first description of Moctezuma, Díaz del Castillo writes:

“The Great Montezuma was about forty years old, of good height, well proportioned, spare and slight, and not very dark, though of the usual Indian complexion. He did not wear his hair long but just over his ears, and he had a short black beard, well-shaped and thin. His face was rather long and cheerful, he had fine eyes, and in his appearance and manner could express geniality or, when necessary, a serious composure. He was very neat and clean, and took a bath every afternoon. He had many women as his mistresses, the daughters of chieftains, but two legitimate wives who were Caciques[N.B. 2] in their own right, and only some of his servants knew of it. He was quite free from sodomy. The clothes he wore one day he did not wear again till three or four days later. He had a guard of two hundred chieftains lodged in rooms beside his own, only some of whom were permitted to speak to him.” (Díaz del Castillo 1568/1963: 224–25)

When Moctezuma was allegedly killed by being stoned to death by his own people “Cortés and all of us captains and soldiers wept for him, and there was no one among us that knew him and had dealings with him who did not mourn him as if he were our father, which was not surprising, since he was so good. It was stated that he had reigned for seventeen years, and was the best king they ever had in Mexico, and that he had personally triumphed in three wars against countries he had subjugated. I have spoken of the sorrow we all felt when we saw that Montezuma was dead. We even blamed the Mercederian friar for not having persuaded him to become a Christian.” (Díaz del Castillo 1568/1963: 294)[7]    End Wiki

(The City of Tenochtitlan) http://www.hope-of-israel.org/aztec.htm

Paul Willis; part of chapter 9,  Sons of Enoch…much more to come.

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“Steampunk” Art or Atrocity ?

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One of the latest controversial raves in the vintage collectible arena without doubt is the pseudo-realistic  birth child of artist, and collectors called “Steampunk”.  To the traditional nostalgia  collector, first glance at such items borne by marrying a vintage, or antique, otherwise desirable keepsake to a modern piece of technology can seem preposterous, and even sacrilegious.

However, (though my imagination is lacking in its hypothetical example to say the least),  there would likely be something awe-striking about seeing an 18th century hand-pump connected to a Lazy- Susan with a dish rack built on top, and a brass plate attached that reads:   “Benjamin Franklin’s Dishwasher”

I’m just saying!!!

Nonetheless, even if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there is a much deeper root of intrigue at work here than just that of infatuation to weird science, and back-wood ingenuity.

Though becoming trendy among the baby boomer techno-yuppies in the late 1980’s and early 90’s;  “Steampunk”  had already gathered a full head of steam, hissing and bellowing a wedding vow commemorative of the joining of yesterdays inventions to today’s innovations as early as the 1960’s, as many related works etched in pen reveal.

The actual term however was coined by K.W. Jeter, the science fiction author of  “Morlock Night” in 1979.  In the ensuing letter written to “Locus” Sci-Fi magazine, and published April of 1987, this is clear, and documented.

Dear Locus, Enclosed is a copy of my 1979 novel Morlock Night; I’d appreciate your being so good as to route it Faren Miller, as it’s a prime piece of evidence in the great debate as to who in “the Powers/Blaylock/Jeter fantasy triumvirate” was writing in the “gonzo-historical manner” first. Though of course, I did find her review in the March Locus to be quite flattering.

Personally, I think Victorian fantasies are going to be the next big thing, as long as we can come up with a fitting collective term for Powers, Blaylock and myself. Something based on the appropriate technology of the era; like “steampunks”, perhaps..

All three Authors mentioned by Jeters, including himself, had released books around the same time fashioned on the resourcefulness of  Sci- Fi greats such as ‘H.G Wells”,  and  “Jules Verne “. Although Jeter did coin the phrase, it is well-known that the trend began earlier as afore-mentioned many works released, actually, from 1959 until today  broach the enthusiasm toward the craze.  Below are a few of those books listed:

Titus Alone, 1959  by Mervyn Peake

Worlds of Imperium , 1962 by Keith Laumer

Warlord of the air, 1971, y Michael Moorcock

And,  Queen Victoria’s Bomb,  1967, by Ronald W. Clark, just to name a few.

Ultimately, as many musicians go branded under the title of ; “Steampunks” we know that this trend not only entails Vintage Hybrid Arts and Collectibles, but also brandishes its own fashion statement. The preferred wardrobe for those who consider themselves mainstream

“Steampunkers” is that of the British Victorian era,  as are the most desired Antique items used to play the role of the Groom to be joined to the Bride in modern quixotic artful marriages which could be called a “Bridge Across Forever”.

Though I must admit, I’m a little old-fashioned about the desecration of Antique items to create an extension to the desired imaginative result of ones fabulous fancy, I must also admit…I’m intrigued.

As a long time picker, and a one time avid collector, my creative wheels have spun round and round from first I saw of these improbable unions…     If only I’d of had such proclivity as those who join these long-lost agglomerations, while I still  possessed the many broken, partial or incomplete wounded soldiers of yesteryear…  I  may have been known as the “Marriage Chaplain of Quantum-Punk”    But, more likely just another accumulator of Quantum Junk!!! But, I’m good with that…really…say…

I wonder what I can do with this broken steam engine? Humm….

See the Video Discussion with  Dan Von Hoyle here:

Victory met defeat though her discovery promises a victorious sweep.

In 1737  the largest sailing vessel ever to set sail on the high seas of her time  launched from Portsmouth England. She lengthened 226 and a half feet long from bowsprit to taff, with a lower gun deck of 186 feet. Construction of such a ship in eighteenth century funding would equate to present day cost of an aircraft carrier.

6000 oak trees fell from life to give birth to her massive 52 foot deck breadth. Seven short years later, along with74 year old war hero Admiral John Balchin, 800 – 1,100  highly skilled seamen sank to their death beneath tons of darkened water while scurrying to try and save her massive four story lamp lit hull.

1884 photo of duplicate HMS Victory built in 1759-1765

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Undiscovered for 12 generations, at the floor of the English Channel near the Channel  Islands, the Victory, along with many sons of the most prominent British dignitaries who volunteered voyage, rested in polyandrous frozen time.

Why would there have been dignitary volunteers?  Presumably to keep watch over the treasures that were aboard the greatest ship ever built for the Royal Navy.

Ships of those days many times were what the “Brinks” and “Wells Fargo” of today are to us…armed transportation!

Victory, at the time of her demise, was the most heavily armed Battle Ship in the world.

( Her replacement built 1759-1765, piloted by famed Lord Nelson is the oldest naval ship still in commission, and is dry docked in Portsmouth ,England as a Museum Ship).

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Victory ?  For England, or for ( Odyssey ) the Florida Salvage Company who has located the all but forgotten wreckage?

This is the most significant shipwreck discovery in history” Said Odyssey president Greg Stemm. “It’s the solution to one of the most intriguing naval mysteries in history. It went down with the most famous admiral of his time, it went down with the largest collection of brass cannon in the world on-board, and research suggest it has one of the largest shipments of  gold and silver that will likely ever be found on a shipwreck“.  ( Feb.2 2009)

Stemm and his company are very aware of possible controversies stemming from such discoveries by (Original Propitiatory) countries. Odyssey Marine is currently still in a court battle with Spain over the discovery of the shipwreck 17th century ( Nuestra Senora de las Mercedes ), in 2006. The Mercedes is said to hold $500 Million dollars worth of treasure.

*(US federal court records filed by Odyssey, seeking exclusive rights, describe the site as 25 to 40 miles from the English coast, outside UK territorial waters)*.

Wow?  You may ask. How much treasure is the Victory said to have been carrying when she went down?  The answer is a shocking …More!!!

Over 100,000 of these babies with an estimated value of $1 BILLION Dollars.

The HMS Victory was returning from Lisbon, Portugal, according  to Odyssey’s research carrying 100,000 gold coins for numerous merchant companies.  She was dispatched to Portugal’s Tagus River to rescue a Mediterranean Convoy being blockaded by the French. The great “Man of War” was needless to say successful on her last assignment.

Sadly, however, she never made it home to Portsmouth to be greeted or accommodated for her gallant mission. None of the said 900 to 1,100 sailors aboard her final voyage in her short seven year life span would ever see lands end, or the shores of merry old Ingland again. “She went down in deep waters”.  Stemm said; The most likely cause of her demise was faulty construction of the ship herself.

Manned by some of the most highly skilled seaman known and available to England at the time, and piloted by the most esteemed admiral of his, and many days before, (Admiral John Balchin), the HMS Victory rested not alone for 250 years on the silent floor of the English Channel…but in the best company she could ever have been in…the company of her valiant and loyal crew.

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Happens upon the break o’ morn

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Song    to   the    Moon

SONG TO THE MOON

Hail to thy cold and clouded beam
Pale pilgrim of the troubled sky!
Hail, though the mists that o’er thee stream
Lend to thy brow their sullen dye!
How should thy pure and peaceful eye
Untroubled view our scenes below,
Or how a tearless beam supply
To light a world of war and woe!

Fair Queen! I will not blame thee now,
As once by Greta’s fairy side

No more beautiful site


Each little cloud that dimm’d thy brow
Did then an angel’s beauty hide
And of the shades I then could chide
Still are the thoughts to memory dear
For, while a softer strain I tried,
They hid my blush, and calm’d my fear.

Then did I swear thy ray serene
Was form’d to light some lonely dell,
By two fond lovers only seen,
Reflected from the crystal well,
Or sleeping on their mossy cell
Or quivering on the lattice bright,
Or glancing on their couch, to tell
How swiftly wanes the summer night!

Sir Walter Scott

Excerpt from Canto I Rokeby

1813

It happens upon the break o’  morn:

Paul Willis, 2010…night of  Earl

Soon as seen first born  light,

Aft sleep depraved another night.

From coast guard  Lightship  captain

one,  and the saving station attending  son.

On January 31st, 1921…

Twas seen through sea misty morning eyes,

with all her sails adorning wind filled  skies,

The Schooner  Carrol A. Deering,  Yes twas seen…

Stranded on the treacherous Diamond Shoals.


She’d been sailing home to Hampton roads, aft

a tour de-browse de Barbados …n  passed the lightship

twice, with a crewman yelling in a tone quite nice that

the Deering had lost her Anchoring capable’s


Nothing  seemingly yet

arie… 10 hours later against a cold January sky,  She was

boarded in reluctant eerie un believing eyes…

Against a destiny of wind and Gale…


I saw a ship from yester-sail.,.straunded upon a

soned  born way…et laist et seemed to may a bound…

And certainly was at that…

Yet upon our boarding her in fact… found we one

living being…

a Cat…

And no either creature aboard…

There is a very distinct Sir Walter Scott Connection   Aye…boot woon moost fail the mist…

As the first light of dawn broke over the North Carolina coast one midwinter morning in 1921, coastguardsmen along the shore near the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse were astounded to see a five-masted schooner, The Carroll A. Deering, under full sail, her prow caught deep in the sand, heaving mightily against the restraining land.

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The men were stunned – the previous night had brought no storm, no distress signals or lights had been seen. Where then did this ship come from? Where was her crew? No sign of life, save a lean gray cat was to be found when the ship was boarded and searched. What tale could this feline tell, if only she could talk? Bunks were all made up, food left on plates and icy-cold on the stove. Everything appeared shipshape.

Eventually six government departments undertook an exhaustive investigation, to no avail. For though her identity would be learned, how she became the ghost ship of Diamond Shoals and the circumstance of her vanished crew was never known. Gone were the days of pirates such as Blackbeard who, two hundred years earlier, might have accounted for her fate, so even that possibility was ruled out. Only her memory lives on –majestic snow-white canvases in full sail without captain or crew.

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“Santa Maria”

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Many a swell did she toil, while

carried wind and wave asunder.

And for 36 years she did sail;

Without anything taking her under.

Born and Christened the great Galician;

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Kampat ( Santa Maria )

She floundered about the seas.

Slower than most, yet gained flag host;

as for Atlantic crossing none fared better than she.

But on the Christmas morn of Columbus first land;

She ran aground, both on corral and sand,

tearing her hull in two. So they stripped

her down, to build a town, on an Isle now known as Haiti

to the likes of me and you.

A twisted  irony, or maybe prophetic fate;

One can not but surely relate, and suspect

a Devils trick.

And wonder how the great

Santa Maria de la inmaculada Concepcio’n;

On Christmas day became a town called Mole’ St. Nick

( Just my thoughts after reading this )

Wiki= Santa Maria

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“Follow This”

Don’t let them get you down;

You’re the Queen of the jungle

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with a vine earned crown.


Never let them see you sweat;

At least that’s what they say

on the T.V. set.     Of  course,

they don’t call it that any more,

now that everything’s on the internet.


When you feel your niche will never be found;

remember those high payed models can’t

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afford to sweat:  But then… neither

can a clown.


What’s the big deal about following?

Twitter this twitter that…when they

all have the same thing to sell…but,

Who’s buying?  Not me. And imagine

the view from the top, when those up hill

battles get you down. 

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One day after years of keeping your

cool, you’ll see those tweeter birds swimming

in schools, asking themselves…how did she get

to be so cool?


And you’ll just smile and say;       I  just never flew away.

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Colony Lost From the Start…

During the years between the fourteenth, and seventeenth, centuries A.D. many nations were striving to out do neighboring countries.

They sought to be first to discover new ideas, concepts, and be first to put ship, and flag, on land(s) never seen by anyone from their own known world.

Come to think of it, nothing’s really changed in the evolution of mans attempt at being the first to out-do the other.

Understandably, as scientists, sociologist, and historians, need a system and means of separating time lines, we recognize some of them by general terms such as the “Renaissance”, and the “Space Age”.

This is a story from history beginning in the 16th century of the European period of the Renaissance. Yet, still here in the latter part of the Space Age, remains a mystery; details of which will probably never be unveiled.

Four-hundred and twenty-seven years ago, before the first Thanksgiving dinner at Plymouth rock, which may or may not have included turkey on the menu; another adventurous pilgrimage set mainsail for the New World.

Before Pocahontas met John Smith and the other strange people who came across the big pond to settle

Jamestown Virginia, twas a ship at sail in search of a new land to spread.

England was abuzz about sending a group of settlers to the  New World from the time Columbus first brought the news of its discovery.

Speeches, letters, and wishful plans to land funding and provisions for such an expedition ran through the halls from British dignitaries like archeological and scientific Net-Geo, and Discovery channel lobbying documentaries of today.

English courtier Sir Walter Raleigh finally acquired colonization rights from Queen Elizabeth I, after 1583, with a ten-year charter contract.

Prior to gaining such a contract and commission, Raleigh was just one of many courtiers and dignitaries vying for the virgin Queens liberty for the undertaking.

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Raleigh, prognosticating that his could be just another name unwritten on the palisades of time, resolved to the financial, and political, contingency of financing an expedition his own. Ironically, the ship that he sent landed off Roanoke Island on the fourth of July, 1584.

After his Captain, and explorer, Philip Amadas, and Arthur Barlowe, returned from the New World in 1585, with two Native Americans, Wanchese, and Manteo, aboard their ship, the virgin Queen spurt her awards on Sir Walter Raleigh’s personal financial dare.

Respectively, after two failed attempts, and the loss of many lives to settle the island of Roanoke; on August 18th, 1587, another dare gave birth to the first little lady to take the first breath of  New World air; Little miss Virginia Dare.

Virgina was the first name given to the New World by the Queen, who was known as the virgin Queen, never having married. A land  manne a ship she sent asail.

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Virginia was also the first name given to the first child born in the foreign land, by her mother, Eleanor Dare, who was never to return to the homeland from where she hailed.

While coastal breeze’s calmed the heat from the scorching August sun, the most elated moment in Eleanor’s young life thus far most assuredly was torn with uncertainty, doubt, and fear.

A bitter-sweet blessing young Virginia was, as now here on an island, thousands of miles away from the mother land, a baby came to be.

A baby, in the middle of nowhere, on a verdant, yet often hurricane swept stretch of land in the middle of the Atlantic Sea.

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Thrashing squalls that often flooded washed, and drubbed the island were not Ananias, and Eleanor Dare’s first concern to say the least, as they had not yet even encountered the first one soon to come in the season which was upon them. An eminent season of Gail, wind, splash, and swell;  a season none of the colonist were aware twas be. No, the thing that struck fear in the hearts of the young mother, and father, of sweet Virginia was a much more clear and present danger. It seems that not all had gone as planned when first they stretched leg onto the sandy beaches of Roanoke Island. No, things were not going  as planned at all .

You see, back before they set sail from England,  Sir Walter Raleigh,  for reasons I shall soon disclose, had decided that Chesapeake twas a more fitting place to be.

I’m the Queen!!!

It all began the year before, early in 1586, when Raleigh commissioned a Military Captain by the name of Ralph Lane, along with 100 men to set sail and settle the atoll.

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I’ll Be the Queen One Day


Arriving too late in the planting season with supplies soon to wane, when settlers and crew stared at doom, they should have been watching Captain Lane.

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Yes, sadly be sure, after the old salt made chum with the Natives, eating and drinking the brew; one of the drunken Indians stole a cup, and to the Captain, oh, thar was nothing worse one could do…

So, the good Captain sent for Chief  (Pamis-apan) head of the Roanoke clan…and standing thar before his men, Captain Lane merciless killed the man.

Needles to say, when it is known that any one of the Indians could survive in the bush for months just living off the land, and your own provisions had dwindled away, this was about as dumb a thing as anyone could do. Not to mention unusually cruel, and morally insane.

Things quickly closed in around the Captain and the 100 men who had only a stick built fort in which to rely on for protection. With little food, and less nerve left to venture from the fort to retrieve any, you could say that the Captain had single-handed-ly sealed the fate of them all.

It is not clear whether the Captain and his crew were aware that Sir Raleigh had a supply ship well on it’s way to the island and their provisional rescue or not.

What can be readily assumed, however, is that with 200 hungry eyes staring at him every waking moment, the good Captain was probably not getting a lot of sleep at night.

One could also surmise that the good Captain would not be awaiting any cargo, or food laden ship to arrive, should another means of escape from his present accommodations happen to arrive on the scene.

Ironically, that is just what happened. Sir Francis Drake;  Vice Admiral, pirate, English sea-captain, slave runner, navigator, privateer, extraordinaire…Oh, and of course politician…Moored his ship(s) all 23 of them)  to the Roanoke shore to steady and count his bounty after a plundering expedition.

Without a doubt, Captain Lane, and all the 100 settlers of Fort Raleigh as it were boarded the ship and never looked back.

Now, you’re probably thinking that tales of this fiasco fresh and floating through the minds of any young couple who had just given birth to their first-born on the same island less than a year later would be cause for alarm. And you are right, and certainly would have been enough had the Fiasco ended there.

At this time, however, the young father to be, and his pregnant wife were still safe and sound on another island, way down south in London town.

Meanwhile, a week after Sir Francis Drake sailed from Roanoke loaded with French, and Spanish booty and a new-found passenger crew, the ship that Sir Raleigh had sent with Captain Lane’s provisions was casting anchor in the New World off the coast of Roanoke. 

Talk about two ships passing in the night…but wait, it gets worse.

Back in merry old England, Sir Walter Raleigh was not so merrily scorning Captain Lane about his actions that resulted in total settlement impossibility of the newly found world of Roanoke Island…

After all, it was the place Raleigh and the virgin Queen had long since decided perfectly located for both the first English settlement, as well as capturing, and plundering enemy ships.

A month and a half before Sir Frances Drake arrived in England with Captain Lane and his crew, 3500 nautical miles away, the captain of the commodity ship found Roanoke Island abandoned. He then turned and headed back to jolly old England with all provender aboard.

A fortnight later Sir Richard Grenville himself comes a sailing in sight of the island along with two other ships and sets foot aground.

With nary a soul to be found and not knowing about the troubles Captain Lane stirred up before running like a school girl from the fort and diving headlong aboard the first departing ship, Grenville quickly re-boarded his ship… a landing fifteen men to hold down the fort…a fort that you and I know thoughts of defending sent 100 soldiers, sailing away for their lives with the infamous Dragon. (Franciskus Draco); Latin for Frances Drake, and the title the Spanish invariably called him in their own language.


Not to have his plans, and colonization patent completely thwarted, Raleigh quickly delegated a party of 117-150? men, women, and children to go and settle the New World , only this time, they were to settle the Chesapeake Bay area.

Now, this may have worked out for all concerned had Sir Raleigh chosen a more reliable sea-captain to pilot the pilgrims to Virginia.

But, then as the highest ranking military and political chaps of the day gained their notoriety, riches, and distinction, by pirating for the Queen, well, let’s just say he probably chose the best of the lot at dock.

Raleigh commissioned a three-ship convoy called the Virgina Company and charted out a cargo drop via Haiti. (Which for reasons unknown was never carried out)

Simon Fernandes was the captain of the ship that would carry most of the colonist, and after they were safely planted on Virginia soil in the Chesapeake bay area, the ships were to continue on with their usual pilfering expeditions.

They were also instructed to stop and rescue the fifteen men who were left on Roanoke Island by Sir Richard Grenville. (Sir Walter Raleigh’s cousin)

John White, who had sailed to North Carolina in 1585, as an assistant, and Artist under Richard Grenville, was appointed the Governor of the would be city of Raleigh at Chesapeake.

White was the first artist to bring back significant, illustrative watercolors of the landscape, and the Native American people of the Eastern Seaboard. (Mostly Roanoke) Manne a painting was later engraved by Theodore de Bry and became renowned works of Art.

All the original paintings remain today in the print room of the British Museum, and as they predate any other paintings of the region many attribute White as giving birth to the Art Period “Discovery Voyage Art” which the unnamed Artist traveling with Captain James Cook in the late eighteenth century is generally accredited .

White, known as a “Gentleman of London”  was also the father of ” Eleanor’ White”;  but of course, you know her better by her marital name as Eleanor Dare.

Upon arriving on the shore of Roanoke Island on July 22, 1587, only part of the Virginia company went ashore. Among those of the uncertain amount to arrive,  Manteo, known as the “Lord of Roanoke” was returning from England for the first time in two years.

Wanchese had returned to his homeland aboard the flagship Tiger with Sir Richard Grenville. He boarded the ship on April 19,1585, sailed and saw many things from England via San Juan de Puerto Rico, Espanola, and many other areas before the Tiger ran aground on Ocracoke island on June 29.

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Wanchese is said to have made it back to his people that same year, which would have placed him in prime position as an eye witness to the killing of Chief Pamis-apan.

On shore, White found all the houses of the original settlement still intact, but the surrounding fort wall  destroyed. Finding no sign of the fifteen men who were left on the island, (except for the skeletal remains of one) White continued his search, spending much more time on the island than Fernandes had intended.

Fernandes soon became frustrated, or impatient and ordered all members of the Virginia Company off his ship, with all their belongings to set up the colony on Roanoke, instead of the Chesapeake area further north.

Maybe this was because Fernandes was anxious to get back a pirating for the Queen? But, then being a Portuguese pilot himself, who really knows which side of the Spanish/English war he was loyal to, if either.

Nonetheless, reasoning for Fernandes ordering the party to set up camp on the island of Roanoke has remained just one more oracle within one of the greatest mysteries in the history of the New World.

Parenthetically, were there television back then, I feel certain all cast members seen here would have had leading rolls in what could decidedly have been called, “As the New World Turns“.  Particularly considering that all the ship looting, flag staffing, and claim- jumping of the time was spawned for the most part from dysfunctional step-family master minds.

England hated Spain, Spain hated England, yet, both countries were ruled by blood relatives of the same royal pain…uh, I meant to say strain. With differing opinions of Religious beliefs of course. (See Armada)

Manne a supposed theories are entertained as what happened to the fifteen men who were left on the island the previous year. Yet, excavation, and archeological digs as recent as this decade still have not unearthed any evidence.

Some contend, as the houses were intact, though the walls of the fort were missing, that possibly the remaining men built rafts to escape. As far as the bones of the one person found on the island it is possible that the Indians took a life for the life of their slain Chieftain Wingina.(Pamisapan)

One may envision Fernandes sailing the horizon of the high seas by this time in search of a Spanish ship to attack, but, curiously, history tells us that he remained on the island for 37 days. Whether or not he was only using the island as a sea port while seeking unsuspecting merchant flotilla to rob is uncertain.

A trip was made to the neighboring island of Croatoan located south of Roanoke, possibly to take Manteo to his home. Some writings say that it was Fernandes who did the sailing. Once ashore, White and others learned the fate of the fifteen men who were left, which made the reality of settling Roanoke instead of Chesapeake an unsettling thought indeed.

According to the Croatoan Indians, the men were slaughtered by a group of hostiles from within an undisclosed tribe.

Later, as Manteo had allied with the English, and even led a raid against a neighboring Indian tribe at one point, he had acquired a different story about the fifteen missing men.

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According to his inside sources, the men had indeed been run away from the island, on slipshod rafts that they had been forced to build. According to Manteo, the one leading the renegade group of hostiles was none other than Wanchese.

Ten days after little Virginia Dare was born, her mother Eleanor, stared fear-struck, and bleak, into the reluctant leaving eyes of her father, John White, as Fernande’s ship left the island headed for England at the request of the colony for supplies.

It was the last time that she would ever see her father, and the last time anyone from the mother country would ever see Eleanor, Ananias, or sweet little Virginia Dare.

Also, (and the list of names will be found at the conclusion of this article) the last time anyone from the Old World would ever see anyone who was left standing on Roanoke Island that hot summer day, August 28, 1587.

On a brighter note, it would not be the last time that others throughout history have discovered the names of those people, in some very unheralded, and far away places.

Meanwhile, back in not so jolly old England, John White frantically trying to get back to Roanoke with the desperately needed supplies for his family and the colony, found himself trapped on the Royal island unable to amass a vessel that wasn’t already apportioned to fight off the onslaught of the Great Spanish Armada.

It took Raleigh, who was not abandoning his own dream-ship of colonizing for the Queen, but, also engulfed with fighting the invasion, until the following year to come up with two small pinnaces.

Both ships were freighted with all manner of supplies, one even carrying fifteen new colonists. One has to wonder how Raleigh was able to spare the two ships in 1588, the most decisive time of the Armada invasion.

Grievously, White soon found out why neither Raleigh nor merry old Ingland could afford to assign a ship of any size to carry the goods to Roanoke, as an entire squadron of Spanish ships turned the two pinnaces fleeing for their lives back to shore.


Two years more passed before John White was able to get a ship back to Roanoke to be reunited with his family. Even then, he was only a guest on the ship.

They arrived early on August 18, 1590… Yes, August 18th…the third birthday of Whites grand-daughter. But little Virginia was nowhere to be found. In fact, Roanoke Island was completely void of any human occupancy whatsoever.

The only clues found among a shabbily reconstructed Fort Raleigh were three letters carved into a tree;  CRO, and the word CROATOAN carved into a log used to reconstruct the retaining wall of the fort.

White knew what these signs meant, and found temporal easement in them, as can be seen here in his own words, there was a symbolic code of distress agreed upon among him and the colony at his departure.

“to signifie the place, where I should find the planters seated, according to a secret token agreed upon betweene them and me at my last departure from them…for at my coming away, they were prepared to remove 50 miles into the maine”.

In the event that the colonists were forced to leave under distress of any kind, they were supposed to also leave a carving of a Maltese Cross.  No cross was found on either carving, however, and White assumed that they had moved to the island of Croatoan.

Sadly, as happens in that area, especially during the months between June and September,  several squalls, and eventually a hurricane set in on White and the search party. Being a guest on the ship, and contrary to all of his begging, and pleading to stop off at Croatoan, the captain of the fleeing ship refused to stop till they reached England, for fear of another storm.

Though John White tried many times to raise funding to come back to the New World,  his friend Sir Walter Raleigh had over spent the Queens loot as it were as far as colonizing the savage wilderness.  Sir Walter Raleigh’s  personal wealth diminished greatly during the 90’s, and he lost his Royal Charter in 1603, at the death of his friend the virgin Queen Elizabeth I.

White died in 1593, at the ripe young age of 53,  in one of Raleigh’s estates never knowing the fate of his family and the rest of the settlers. Raleigh , who was twelve years Whites junior, lived to the age of 66. He continued a life as an  exploring, adventurous poet until he was executed in 1618, eleven years after the first successful colony was founded in Jamestown.

What became of the “Lost Colony” of Roanoke has intrigued historians for as long as there has been  European history in North America.  Still today Roanoke Island is visited frequently by historians, archeologist, as well as hopeless romantics  desirous to catch a glimpse, finding a clue, or hearing a whisper in the wind, that could solve the mystery of the “Armada Age”.

In his journal, ( A New Voyage To Carolina 1709 ) John Lawson, the first  literate explorer, writer, naturalist, and surveyor to explore the unsettled area south of Virginia, then called Carolina;  Lawson wrote of Hatteras Indians, (Croatan):

” several of their ancestors were white people and could talk in a book as we do, the truth of which is confirmed by gray eyes being found infrequently among these Indians and no others”.

As one who has extensively studied the Native heritage of  North Carolina first hand, I can attest that many intriguing accounts exist of where little Miss Virginia’s blood pumps still today.

Lawson’s  journal;  ( A great read that has been edited, revised, and modernized, several times, ( though was perfectly legible in its originally published form) can be found in most libraries. In the confines of  (A New Journey to Carolina) one can find the names of many Indian tribes.

Indian tribe names ending in double ( E ) ie:  Wateree, Oconaluftee, Sueree, etc… are all Eastern Coastal Carolina tribes living on well-beaten trade routs from the sea leading to the Cherokee nation who live in the western hills, (mountians) of North Carolina.

(Just a quick foot note): Most Eastern U.S. highways, for example, U.S. Highway # 1 are paved over Indian trade routs.) U.S. Highway #1 goes from Florida to Maine.

The town of Cherokee North Carolina consist residuary of offspring from those who escaped Andrew Jackson’s dreaded trail of  tears by hiding in deep caves,  and fissures,  and returnees to the now Gamble – ized Commercialized, reservation called Cherokee.

(Parenthetically) The Cherokee were the second largest indigenous Indian tribe existing in Pre-English North Carolina,  second only to the Tuscarora…of whom they had many inter-relational dealings including wars, ( Which were mostly infused after French, Spanish, and English occupation).


From tales of the first explorers, beginning on Hatteras Island North Carolina, (Previously known as Croatoan) to the hills of a place now called Tennessee, if one only listens to the winds blowing through the fields of the woods and the trees…  they will hear voice’s…from the still existing names…the names which first gave birth here, from a bloodline from across the sea.

The ensuing is a list of names of those who sailed the ocean blue…in hopes of finding a new way of life…a variation of my name is there:I wouldn’t doubt the same is found of  you…

Allen, Archard, Arthur, Baily, Bennet, Berde, Berry, Bishop, Borden, Bridger, Bright, Brooks, Brown, Browne, Butler, Burdon, Cage, Chapman, Charman, Cheven, Clement, Colman (Coleman), Cooper, Cotsmuir, Dare, Darige, Dorrell, Dutton, Earnest, Ellis, English, Farre, Fernando, Florrie, Gibbes, Glane, Gramme (Graham), Graeme, Harris, Harvie (Harvey), Hemmington, Hewett, Howe, Hynde, Humphrey, Johnson, Jones, Kemme, Lasie, Lawrence, Little, Lucas, Mannering, Martin, Merimoth, Myllet, Mylton, Newton, Nichols, Paine (Payne), Patterson, Pierce, Powell, Phevens, Prat, Rufotte, Sampson, Scot (Scott), Shabedge, Smart, Smith, Sole, Spendlove, Sutton, Starte, Stevens, Stilman, Taylor, Tomkins, Topan, Tappan, Traverner, Tydway. Viccars, Warner, Warren, Waters, White, Wildye, Willes, Wilkinson, Wood, Wotton, Wright, Wyles, Wythers.

All of these names were found to be used across the entire state of North Carolina,  all the way into the Cherokee hills… back before the British built Fort Louden, Tennessee,the first fur trading fort in America…and all  the names were said by the Cherokee to have been introduced into their culture between 1588, and 1600. Those who care to do any further study of how such a thing could have taken place will find trails of virtual bread crumbs, from today’s Hatteras Island, inland through the Croatan National Forrest. On southward to a place on the black river. From their due west to Sampson Counties Clinton, N.C, where survive still today a very happy group of Native people hailing most recently from a place called Indian town. From here, historical records, and even lasting blood-line connections of relatives of a group of Indians today called the Lumbee, in Robeson County an hour and a half to the south. Robeson County Indians have fought many political battles throughout the years to try to regain their true identity as Native Americans. There has never been any doubt in  my mind from the evidence left. Pre- and-post revolutionary war writings, by both Scottish immigrants who intermarried with the people there, as well as writings of their own, show a record of Native American people of that area voluntarily going off to battle against the Red Coats,with Scotch and Irish brothers by their sides. Here, also is an area where a Cherokee trade lane comes into the coastal planes, and leads all the way from the Mountains to the Sea. Many tribes along that trail bore original titles ending in double “ee ” carding them as descendants, and related to the Cherokee. According to explorers who wrote, or told of of their discoveries while living among these tribes,many of these people were speaking Elizabethan broken English, and bearing European last names; the same as those found in the list above. Some then, and even today still use the name in which would intrigue most who venture a care; in fact, there’s little doubt should one seek among them, they will find a sweet little Virginia Dare.

 


Queen Annes Revenge

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“Along the shore I spy a ship
As she sets out to sea;
She spreads her sails and sniffs the breeze
And slips away from me.

I watch her fading image shrink,
As she moves on and on,
Until at last she’s but a speck,
Then someone says, “She’s gone.”

Gone where? Gone only from our sight
And from our farewell cries;
That ship will somewhere reappear
To other eager eyes.

Beyond the dim horizon’s rim
Resound the welcome drums,
And while we’re crying, “There she goes!”
They’re shouting, “Here she comes!”

We’re built to cruise for but a while
Upon this trackless sea
Until one day we sail away
( by John T. Baker)

Into infinity”.

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Bristol, England, 1680, born was a chap, the name of Teach. Edward Teach, according to most references to his name in historical documents written within the past 200 years.

Original documents, under protection of the North Carolina office of Archives and History, and the North Carolina Maritime Museum, however, show that the fellow went by the name of Edward Thache.

At least he did during the time of his shenanigans, and brief attempt to live a reformed life in Bath Town, the first (English) town established on North Carolina soil.

Though there are other aliases, or discrepancies, about what his name actually was, none of them are all that important to us here in this rendering of his story.

Quite simply, this is because we readily recognize him by the name that carries as ominous an undertone to it, as does his legacy, and that being “Blackbeard the Pirate”.

Little is known of his background before becoming the world’s most notorious pirate. A claim to fame ironically twisted with one of the shortest durations of existence in the historically documented tyrannical tirades of the high seas.

Was he one of the many penal subjects of his time,
commissioned by the British government, to sail as crew members along with Picaroon, or Privateer Captains?

Or, was he a dedicated British sailor at one time, working a legitimate job in a far away place, that made sticking to that kind of life, rather than sailing back to England and facing unemployment seem practical?

These are details of the mans life that we may never know, but, most everything that he did from the point of parting ways from the Captain that he had worked under out of Jamaica, have been well documented.

Privateer, as well as picaroon pilfering were both sanctioned, and many times commissioned by the British, both during the Queen Anne’s war,(1702-13) and off the tidewater states, in the New World.

Virginia, Maryland, and Delaware, openly expressed their disdain for British control, and therefore suffered many attacks on their ships, as well as many of the Plantations along those shores by picaroon fleets.

The original reason for the British Picaroons being in North America, was to protect the colonies who were being brutally attacked by the French, with allied Indians.
Later, however, they took on their own pirating practices, against the colonies, and divided the booty among themselves to auction off.

Privateers like Benjamin Hornigold, whom Edward Teach served under as first mate, worked for the British out of Norfolk England, attacking, and disarming enemy ships in and around the Bahamas during the war of the Spanish Succession.

Though Hornigold and his crew were already pilfering, and stealing, or sinking ships for there personal benefit by 1713, Hornigold was careful to not attack any ship flying the British flag; thereby keeping the pretense, and commissions as a privateer working for the British.

Hornigold, and his crew had taken a 30 gun sloop by 1717, and he gave the Captaincy of his previously manned sloop over to Teach.

Later that year, after acquiring a total of five ships, and a crew of at least 350 men, the lieutenants of the fleet mutinied over Hornigold, because of his policy of not taking all the ships that they came across, including the British flagships, and voted Edward Teach in as the new Captain.

Thus began the short lived, but greatly feared pirating career, as well as the renaming , of Edward Teach, to Blackbeard the Pirate.

In two short years by means of self-projecting a fearsome reputation, to gain a psychological advantage over any ship’s crew that he came across, Blackbeard took over 40 ships.

Usually, a loosely armed merchant ship would surrender readily after seeing the message that was given when Blackbeard’s flag was hoisted.

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When the crews did not resist his crews stealing of their cargo, then they were left with ship to sail, and lives to live. Others who put up resistance to his plummeting, plunderers, found themselves on a deserted sand bar, or island, watching their ship burn into the tide.

Said to have been a very tall, large framed man, with a black beard covering nearly all of his face, Blackbeard, who claimed to have been empowered from Satan himself, hung lime-juice soaked canon wicks under his hat before leaping on board a vessel filled with young merchant sailors, and lit them, to give off an even more ominous look.

By November 1717, he had taken an even bigger, 14 gun French slave ship, called the La Concord, quickly increased it’s fire power to 40 guns, and called her the “Queen Anne’s Revenge”. The reputation quickly swelled to “the Pirate armed enough to put a British Man of war under the sea“.

North Carolina was governed at the time by British Lord Governor Charles Eden, who had come over from England in 1714, and assumed the Governorship of the colony.

Not only did the shallow, difficult maneuvering waters of the outer-banks of North Carolina make good hiding places for Pirates and there ships, but, it is said that with a substantial cut in the booty, so did Governor Eden.

In fact, though, there are other stories of why Blackbeard decided to go back into piracy, after settling in Bath, and receiving a full pardon from the good Governor; it is said that the Governor and Teach had a secret plan for one more big haul.

During that attempt at one last bit of skulduggery, is where Blackbeard met his watery demise. Some say this was due to Governor Eden double crossing him,to relieve himself of any connection, after learning that a British Naval Ship was on it’s way to track down the Villainous swashbuckler.

Though Blackbeard was armed to the hilt, with swords, knives, and guns, there is no record of him ever killing anyone, prior to his final battle,against Lieutenant Maynard, and his crew of British Navy men.

This battle took place, on November, 22,1718, and Teach is said to have received 20 cuts, or stabbings, and five gunshot wounds before falling to his knees, to be decapitated by Maynard’s sword.

His head was hung on the front of the Virginia ported ship, and later his scull was turned into a drinking bowl, and is now on display in a Massachusetts museum.

And though it is also told that he had 14 different wives, all of whom he was supposed to have been very gentle, and loving toward, there is only one record of him ever being married, and that to a 16 year old girl from Bath, North Carolina, by the name of Mary Ormond.

During his stay in Bath, Blackbeard was said to have been the Gentleman’s Gentleman, and sociably graceful, and poised enough to charm the likes of even the governing officials.

Apparently, he did however, frighten most everyone, due to his reputation, which, seems to have been greatly enhanced by himself to strike fear into those whom he was about to take a ship or cargo from.

No one was ever killed during a raid, and no one ever walked the plank…at least, not at the command of Blackbeard, that was ever documented.

Some say prior to his last attempt to go a pirating, he was angering, or scaring his new found neighbors, by several wild parties that he joined with other jolly roger flying crews in his favorite place to hide his ship, in Ocracoke inlet. A place that is still known today as “Teache’s Hole
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