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Blackbeard's Ghost Said To
Still Haunt The Coast At Ocracoke
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c. 2001 The Free Lance-Star Publishing Company
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The day he died in a bloody battle off the coast of Ocracoke Island, the pirate Blackbeard bade his 13th wife a final farewell.
 
"Look for me in the afternoon," he told his bride. "You will hear the cannons firing. And the creatures of the sea will dance at your feet when I return."
 
Today, villagers swear they can still hear the volley of gunfire booming off Pamlico Sound. And as the sun rises over the misty inlet Blackbeard called home, they sometimes catch a glimpse of his masted ghost ship gliding through the silver water.
 
 
The pirate Blackbeard favored the mists of Ocracoke Inlet in North Carolina's Outer Banks so much he lost his head there
 
 
A triumphant British Royal Navy impaled the bloody trophy on the bowsprit of its sloop after the pirate's fiercest battle in November 1718.
 
The sea-worn face and flowing, black-as-night beard rotted there for weeks as an example to other bandits of the sea.
 
Blackbeard was the boldest pirate to infest the waters of Colonial America. His Jolly Roger flag displayed an eerie, horned skeleton holding fish bones in one hand and a spear in the other. A blood red heart dripped below its deadly blade.
 
The isolated barrier island was Blackbeard's most beloved hideout. Anchored close to shore, his crew could spot merchant ships cruising the coast without being spotted in return.
 
The pirate would braid his long, salty beard with brightly-colored ribbons and tuck slow-burning matches in the tangles, letting wisps of smoke curl around his face. He wore pistols, daggers and a cutlass in a belt about his waist. Across his chest he carried a sling that held six pistols primed, cocked and ready to fire.
 
He would rally his men and sail out on his ship, Queen Anne's Revenge, to plunder cargoes and slay crews.
 
But in 1718, Lt. Robert Maynard of the British Royal Navy took a fleet of sloops to Ocracoke and attacked the band of pirates off shore.
 
The legendary Blackbeard was shot 20 times--then beheaded.
 
But many say his spirit remains in the silvery waters of his inlet anchorage and today his name graces many shops and restaurants in the historic village of Ocracoke.
 
One legend holds that Blackbeard, who went by the alias Edward Teach, gave the island its name the morning of his death. Impatient for dawn, he supposedly bellowed "Oh Cock Crow!"
 
But the name more likely comes from the American Indian tribes that have inhabited the haunted beaches since the 1500s. No one knows what the name means.
 
The 16-mile long stretch of abandoned sand sits at the southernmost tip of the Cape Hatteras National Seashore, maintained by the National Park Service. The sparkling blue-green waters, warmed by the nearby Gulf Stream, wash a wild beach.
 
It's rare to see another soul wandering the lonely seashore.
 
At the end of the island is the little village of Ocracoke, which was incorporated in 1753.
 
Today, residents and visitors amble along on bicycles, shaded by crooked oak trees warped by the ocean winds. Cars are allowed, but they just don't seem to fit in on the quiet streets.
 
The village is packed with restaurants, shops, cottages and little motels.
 
Even in the middle of town in the middle of summer, the feeling of isolation from the rest of the world clings like sea spray.
 
Ocracoke is North Carolina's land's end. You can only get there by boat or by plane. And it's a 40-minute ferry ride from the closest land neighbor--Hatteras Island.
 
In summer, ferries chug across warm seas to Ocracoke day and night. Cackling seagulls follow, hoping for a free meal.
 
Once the ferry unloads, it's a 16-mile, sand-swept drive to the village. Great dunes covered in sea oats rise along either side of narrow State Highway 12, offering glimpses of the clear, turquoise water.
 
Along the way to town, visitors notice a pen the National Park Service maintains for the island's Banker ponies. The horses are likely descendants of those brought to the Outer Banks by English explorer Sir Walter Raleigh.
 
Today they live in a fenced pasture near the ocean where they once roamed wild.
 
During tourist season, the town of Ocracoke's narrow streets are crowded with bicyclists and sunburned beach-goers eating ice cream cones. It's not easy to get around town by car, but there's no need. Everything is within walking distance
 
At the visitors center in the middle of town is a reminder of the sea's unforgiving power--the jaws of a whale stranded ashore in 1988.
 
Across the street, the metal masts of sailboats clang like wind chimes in the inlet now known as Teach's Hole, named, of course, for Blackbeard.
 
Follow the road from the visitors center to fudge shops, ice cream stands, bait-and-tackle stores and lazy outdoor eateries offering cold beer and cheap spicy steamed shrimp.
 
A museum and shop dedicated to all things Blackbeard is a few blocks away. Across the street, there's a coffeehouse that also offers handmade pottery.
 
On the other side of town, one of the oldest lighthouses on the East Coast casts its beams over Ocracoke's jeweled waters.
 
Built in 1823, it is a survivor of hundreds of coastal hurricanes and nor'easters, sending its light 14 miles out to sea
 
 
Many sailors have died along the coast the Ocracoke lighthouse protects. The sea is a graveyard to most of their bodies.
 
But during World War II, a British ship was torpedoed by a German submarine and four bodies washed ashore. They were buried by villagers in a tiny homemade graveyard. Two of the grave sites are marked "unknown" and the other two bear the remains of Thomas Cunningham and Stanley R. Craig.
 
A bronze plaque among the graves reads: "If I should die think only this of me, that there's some forever corner of a foreign field that is forever England."
 
But for visitors to the strange little island at land's end, the opposite might be true. Visit and some part of you may be forever Ocracoke.
 
On the Web: www.ocracokenc.com http://www.fredericksburg.com/News/FLS/2001/072001/07282001/347128/printer_frien dly
 

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