Outer Banks Tales to Remember
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Nearly every time he visited the Outer Banks, the author heard a new tale or another version of an old one and gets "that itch" to write it down for everyone to enjoy. That itch produced the seventeen stories in this fourth volume. There are tales of Indians and trappers, ghosts and firebirds, sea horses and sand dollars, romance and heartache. Some of the stories tell of eerie and frightening events. Some chronicle the history of the coast and its early inhabitants. Others tease us with the promise of love and happiness, only to end in tragedy and despair. Still others explain the strange habits and appearances of local flora and fauna in ways far more intriguing than the scientists do.
For decades, the folk tales of Charles Harry Whedbee have been available wherever you care to look on the Outer Banks. Their popularity has transcended Whedbee's loyal readership among North Carolinians and visitors from the Northeast and the Midwest. Charles Harry Whedbee was an elected judge in his native Greenville, North Carolina, for thirty-plus years, but his favorite place was the Outer Banks, Nags Head in particular. Whedbee was the author of five folklore collections. He died in 1990.
Charles Harry Whedbee
For decades, the folk tales of Charles Harry Whedbee have been available wherever you care to look on the Outer Banks. Their popularity has transcended Whedbee's loyal readership among North Carolinians and visitors from the Northeast and the Midwest. Charles Harry Whedbee was an elected judge in his native Greenville, North Carolina, for thirty-plus years, but his favorite place was the Outer Banks, Nags Head in particular. Whedbee was the author of the five folklore collections listed below. He died in 1990. In 2004, the staff of John F. Blair, Publisher, collected 13 of Judge Whedbee's finest stories for the volume titled Pirates, Ghosts, and Coastal Lore. If this is your introduction to Charles Harry Whedbee, you'll soon understand his love for the people and the history of the Outer Banks.
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Outer Banks Tales to Remember - Charles Harry Whedbee
PETER PAINTER’S REVENGE
FOR MANY GENERATIONS before the American Revolution, the Outer Banks of North Carolina were populated by a sturdy, honest, and almost fearless people, mostly of English stock.
Although these early settlers were fishermen for the most part, some pursued other occupations. Some were merchants, with small shops in places like Ocracoke and Portsmouth. Others were, quite frankly, pirates. These Brethren of the Coast
were not held in low regard. Many of the merchants and some of the other residents depended on them for the material things that made life a little easier. Like smugglers, they were regarded as a source of necessities as well as some luxuries, and they were at least as honest as many of the merchants in places such as Portsmouth, who were believed to cheat and steal from the honest fishermen at every opportunity.
While there exists scant written history about the region in those days, many of the fisher families still survive, and they remember the tales handed down from grandfather to grandson. It is a folk history which is theirs alone. While it is most probable that these stories have been embellished somewhat in the telling and retelling down the generations, the majority of them are surprisingly accurate and check out with what bits of written history do exist. They are usually prefaced with an expression such as the old folks say
or my great-grandfather once told me.
One such story, which is greatly beloved and frequently retold, is the narrative of Peter Painter’s revenge.
That Peter Painter actually existed in the late 1600s and early 1700s there can be no doubt. His name does appear in the colonial records of that day. However, it is the gaps in his recorded history that make Mr. Painter fascinating.
People say (and the records agree) that Peter Painter was a pirate, and a very successful one. He knew his business well. The small, swift, and easily maneuvered boats he preferred allowed him tactical advantages over the usually large and clumsy merchant ships that were his prey. It is said that he never flew the skull and crossbones flag or the black flag so commonly associated with piracy. His ensign was a blood-red battle flag, which he displayed whenever he was going into action.
Legend has it that Painter was also a humane pirate, within limitations. There is no reason to believe that he ever made anyone walk the plank, and he is said to have offered captured seamen the chance to serve with him as pirates if they chose. If they refused, he would not have them killed. He would simply maroon them on some deserted coast and sail away with their boat and cargo.
One exception to this procedure occurred whenever Painter captured a slave ship. According to folk history, Painter would free the slaves from their chains in the holds. As the pirates watched and cheered, the freed men would then rush up on deck and proceed to kill the captain and the crew of their former floating prison. That done and the bodies heaved overboard, Painter would give the ex-slaves a few basic instructions in navigation and ship handling, after which he would sail away in search of more profitable prey. Many of the slaves were from the island of Jamaica, and some of them were wise in the ways of the sea and could handle their new-found vessel competently. Though some of them perished, others made it back to Jamaica, and a few no doubt turned pirate on their own.
Captain Painter’s home was in Portsmouth Town on Portsmouth Island in what is now Hyde County, North Carolina. He was held in rather high regard there. He never caused any trouble ashore, and he kept his word with the local merchants and the other coastal residents as well as with his own crew members. He was a pirate and the people knew it, but they did not fear him. He is said to have helped many people in need and in trouble, sort of a one-man welfare department. Ashore, he behaved himself and was a good citizen—a good deal better than some. What he did when he was at sea was his business, and most people did not try to pry into it.
Painter’s happy hunting ground was the Caribbean Sea, and his home away from home was the notorious pirate town of Port Royal on the island of Jamaica in that sea. This small city was a phenomenon not seen before or since in this hemisphere.
Christopher Columbus discovered the island of Jamaica on the morning of May 3, 1494, and he was greatly impressed with the beauty and charm of the place. He anchored in what was later to be the Port Royal harbor and took possession in the name of the royal government of Spain. From that time the island changed hands a number of times as the unsuccessful Dutch, the frustrated French, and the eventually victorious British all tried in turn to conquer and to hold the verdant land. The English finally solidified their hold in 1655, and the island has been British ever since.
In terms of actual government, however, the pirates took hold of the town of Port Royal and ruled that city for years. The story of how Henry Morgan, pirate extraordinary, first came to power is a strange one.
In the 1670s, Morgan sailed from Jamaica with a large fleet of pirate ships and burned and sacked Spanish Panama City, bringing away treasure that totalled, even in that day, in the millions of dollars. It made no difference that Spain and England were at peace and that Madrid’s protests against the piracy were loud and long. Morgan was tried, but not only was he acquitted, he was actually knighted for his feat and was named by King Charles II as deputy governor of Jamaica in November, 1675. He returned to Port Royal in triumph and soon greatly enlarged the size and power of the pirate population of the town.
That lovely city became the most wide-open, rip-roaring center of debauchery you could imagine. One reliable report of the time estimated that for every one hundred people in Port Royal, there were at least fifty establishments that sold strong drink. Even then Jamaican rum was famous, and the pirates guzzled it with abandon. Prostitutes were encouraged and were on hand by the hundreds, plying their ancient profession where they chose. Many of them returned to England rich beyond belief after a few years. Public drunkenness was the accepted norm, and fist fights and duels were an everyday occurrence. So long as the pirates paid their bills, they could do just about anything they pleased without let or hindrance.
This unusual system was administered and enforced by a governing group composed entirely of pirates, and Sir Henry Morgan was the chief pirate. His word was law, and he sat as both judge and jury, but he was consistent. Mutiny was punishable by death on the gallows. Debt was punished by long and sometimes indeterminate prison sentences.
The chief revenue of this administrative body was a port tax that was imposed on each incoming pirate ship. The captain of such a ship was required to pay a small percentage of the value of his entire cargo. For that port fee or tax he was allowed the freedom of the city, plenty of room to careen and repair his ship, all the rum he could pay for, and protection from the British authorities. It was truly a pirate sanctuary run by pirates for pirates, and it roared with revelry both night and day.
This, then, was Captain Peter Painter’s vacation spot. The North Carolina pirate visited there often. It was conveniently close to the sea lanes used by the Spanish treasure ships and offered refuge in time of storm or of pursuit by a superior force.
Sir Henry Morgan ruled for awhile but had the bad judgment to immerse himself in the rowdy life of the city he ruled. In spite of the gout and stern warnings from his doctors, he practically lived in the so-called pot houses of the town and literally drank himself to death, dying of liver disease in late 1688. He was fifty-three years old.
Upon the death of the old pirate, the governing power of the city passed to a group of pirates headed by the infamous Red Legs Graves. This worthy earned the name Red Legs
because of the savage way he used his cutlass when boarding a ship. It was said that the decks of such ships ran red with the blood of his slaughtered adversaries until he was stained almost to his hips with their gore. This was the man who had taken Sir Henry Morgan’s place as the actual ruler of Port Royal.
It was in 1692 that Captain Painter returned to this city, unaware of the changes in the pirate government. No sooner had he gotten into town and gotten drunk than he was clapped into jail on a charge of not paying his port fee. The captain was furious. He knew full well he had paid his entry fee, but he could not find his receipt. Although he was well known in the town and respected among the other pirates, his protests against the new administration were in vain. He was tried quickly and as quickly sentenced to remain in prison until he paid five times the port fee for his vessel.
The visiting pirate might well have stayed in that stinking prison for the rest of his life had not his quarter-master and several of his crew gotten together and sold what remained of their share of the last conquest to raise money to pay him out. As soon as he was out of jail, Captain Painter lost no time in setting sail toward the west.
Once out of the harbor and well away from the island, the outraged captain walked to the rail at the stern of his quarterdeck. Shaking his clenched fist at the city in the distance, he swore an awful pirate oath. The story goes that he actually called on the devil himself and all the evil spirits of the undersea world to avenge his treatment, promising to serve the devil the rest of his days in return.
Even as the crewmen watched in terror, there came an awful rumbling from the very depths of the sea. The ocean became violently agitated with waves running in every direction and colliding with each other in confusion.
Ashore, a violent earthquake shook the island of Jamaica from end to end. Before the eyes of Painter’s crew, the city of Port Royal suddenly sank beneath the sea, lock, stock, and barrel. It just disappeared as though some giant sea creature had swallowed it up. Where the town had been, the