North Carolina Ghosts and Legends
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Nancy Roberts has often been described to as the "First Lady of American Folklore" and the title is well deserved. Throughout her decades-long career, Roberts documented supernatural experiences and interviewed hundreds of people about their recollections of encounters with the supernatural.
This nationally renowned writer began her undertaking in this ghostly realm as a freelance writer for the Charlotte Observer. Encouraged by Carl Sandburg, who enjoyed her stories and articles, Roberts wrote her first book in 1958. Aptly called a "custodian of the twilight zone" by Southern Living magazine, Roberts based her suspenseful stories on interviews and her rich knowledge of American folklore. Her stories were always rooted in history, which earned her a certificate of commendation from the American Association of State and Local History for her books on the Carolinas and Appalachia.
Nancy Roberts
Nancy Roberts is a multi-award-winning freelance Arabic-to-English translator and editor. In addition to novels, she enjoys translating materials on political, economic and environmental issues, human rights, international development, Islamic thought and movements, and interreligious dialogue. Nancy lived across the Middle East for twenty-five years in Lebanon, Kuwait and Jordan, and is now based in the Chicago suburbs.
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North Carolina Ghosts and Legends - Nancy Roberts
THE GHOST COMES FOR BLACKBEARD
Death and the Devil had done for the rest. Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
Blackbeard had always liked the color of night, and it suited him well. He made it his habit to wear black from the crown of his rakish, broad-brimmed felt hat and thigh-length coat to the dark, sooty hue of his immense boots.
It was Friday, November 22, 1718, and he had no reason to believe that today would be unlike any other. The rising sun limned the outermost rim of the dark winter sea with a flaming scarlet border, and the ropes and rail of The Adventure glistened with silvery hoarfrost. Blackbeard’s strong rough hands, thickly mantled with black hairs, traveled expertly over the rigging. From habit, the big fingers, half numbed, checked the rope-yarns of the furled sails, so that whenever he wished he could haul home the sheets without his men scrambling up to loose them.
It was an old precaution of his. The lowered main and foreyards gave The Adventure the deceptive appearance of having lain at anchor for a long time. This morning, in the bleak gray light before sunup, he was a caged panther pacing the deck of The Adventure. A tall man, he had a yard-long cutlass that swung on the belt at his hip as he strode back and forth with immense suppressed energy. The wide, wicked blade hanging from his belt had the slight curve of a saber but was actually a much heavier weapon, its rounded brass guard designed to protect his hand and wrist.
Blackbeard had taught his crew how to use these blades with brute strength and deadly accuracy. Sailors on merchant ships often panicked at the sight of the pirates’ cutlasses swinging in murderous arcs, blades glittering in the sunlight, and many surrendered even before their ships were boarded.
The captain of The Adventure saw a pale, sickly sun, barely visible through the clouds on the horizon, and bellowed. Israel! Israel Hands! Where in hell are you?
It was Israel who often helped keep the crew in line. When the men didn’t see action for a while, they grew slack and impudent.
Damn! Where was that rascal, Israel? Blackbeard threw back his head and took a great swig of rum from the leather flask at his waist, savoring the familiar fiery feel of it the length of his throat. Israel should be here to drink with him—keep him abreast of whatever crazy rumors crewmen were always whispering, or fight if need be, but the latter was unlikely. There could scarcely be a safer place than Ocracoke for mooring The Adventure.
And it ought to be so. He paid North Carolina’s Governor Eden, who lived but a few miles away, well for it. Barrels of sugar and rum as well as other plunder were transported furtively by darkness from his ship to the governor’s back door.
The heavy, dark rum had left a pleasant, lingering warmth upon Blackbeard’s tongue, and despite a slight clouding of memory, he suddenly recalled why Israel wasn’t there. When the weather was raw and the wind’s icy breath blew wickedly across the water, Israel often remained in Bath Town because of his bad knee.
Long ago, during a gambling game in his cabin, Blackbeard had playfully turned off the oil lamp, shoved a pair of crossed pistols under the table, and pulled the triggers. One pistol misfired and the slug from the other tore through Israel’s knee, crippling him for life.
Why did you do that, sir?
a crew member asked timidly.
So you’ll remember who I am,
roared Blackbeard, laughing raucously and slapping his thigh. Crew members within earshot melted away, stealing off to their quarters.
This morning Captain Edward Teach, or Blackbeard, as he was often called, wondered himself why he’d shot off the two pistols. Drink and the Devil, probably. Some even called him the Devil! Maybe they were right, he thought grimly, but a little fear was good for the crew—kept ’em in line.
Israel Hands had been a damn good fighting man, and despite his bad leg he could still swing a wicked cutlass. Why hadn’t the shot hit one of the ruffians gathered around him instead? Some of ’em were better deck hands than fighting men. They’d have been garroted long ago, if he had not trained them well. Nobody would ever take him alive. He would fight until his last breath.
But today he couldn’t get the superstitious talk of the crew out of his mind. It was on that last voyage from Bermuda back to Ocracoke that it started as a whisper. There’s one man too many aboard, a man no one knows.
Israel had told him what they were saying. Well, blast them!
he had replied. Let’s find the rascal who started it, and I’ll hang him from a yardarm. Assemble the crew!
Israel got together seventeen men.
This extra crewman you think you’ve seen, men—tell me what the rogue looks like?
Blackbeard boomed out. But they stared off in the distance or down at the deck and none would say. Some began to slink off until finally only Israel and a handful of the crew remained. After questioning them and receiving blank looks or shakes of the head, he dismissed them, leaned against the rail, and spat into the water. Yellow-bellied riffraff!
he pronounced with loathing.
His best officers and fighting men had left him, drifted off to join pirates of the high seas who had not accepted a pardon. Men like those would have told him the truth. Well, it didn’t matter. In a few months, everyone would have forgotten this superstitious bilge about a mystery crewman.
He fingered the covered handle of his cutlass, its broad blade razor-sharp, and he recalled bitterly how he and his crew had agreed to the Royal Proclamation offering a pardon to pirates. Now he wondered why he had agreed to such foolishness. He knew it was the source of his restlessness and frustration, an act that would doom him to years of boredom.
He had found the people in the small coastal village of Bath both foolish and contradictory. They wanted to hang pirates if they caught them at sea, but when they met them ashore, face-to-face on the street, they thought them glamorous. Blackbeard soon began to see that he was treated as the town hero. He never ceased to be amazed at how the silly fawned upon him and asked nonsensical questions.
I say, what was it like to be a pirate, Captain Teach?
The men would probe curiously, and women would look at him, asking coyly, Do pirates really make people walk the plank?
He would reply with a chuckle, Not pretty women like you.
But now he was bored by it all.
He had chosen Bath Town as ideal for his purposes. It was situated on a river where boats could go up and down for pleasure but it was not navigable by large ships that might prove a threat to him.
Today The Adventure was anchored in Blackbeard’s favorite spot—at the southern tip of Ocracoke Island on the sound side—Teach’s Hole,
some called it. His elbows rested on the mahogany rail of his ship. He lifted his spyglass and pressed it beneath his fierce-looking brow, his hard, bright black eyes searching the purple rim of the horizon.
Gawd! How he wished a sail would hove into view out there, and he could shout to his helmsman, Chase the sail!
His crew would begin yelling, A sail! A sail! Where?
And then the excitement of the pursuit … giving the fleeing vessel a broadside from his ship’s guns, pouring shot into it until the other vessel slackened its fire, watching for the right moment to throw the grappling hooks over the rail and board it by force. He loved to hear the earsplitting revolver shots, smell the smoke, and be in the thick of the screams and curses. His blood began to race just thinking about it.
He hungered for the feel of the hammerlike jolts to his right arm, the jolts that accompanied each cutlass blow as his blade struck or was struck by