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REMASTERED – Episode 21: Adrift

2022-02-07 | 🔗

This remastered edition of a classic Lore episode takes us back to the chilly waters of the North Pacific, where tragic wrecks have left haunting reminders and frightening tales. Fresh narration from start to finish, scored with music by Chad Lawson, and an entirely brand new story at the end. Enjoy!

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I have a confession to make keep in mind. I write about frightening things for a living. I haven't read a horror novel, yet that's managed to freak me out, and yet I am deftly afraid of open water there. I said it I hate being on boats, I'm not even sure why. To be honest, I just am perhaps it's the idea that thousands of feet of cold darkness wait right beneath my feet. Maybe it's the mystery of it. All of what creatures known and unknown might be waiting for me just beyond the reach of what little sunlight passes through the surface of the waves. Now I live near the coast, and I've been on boats before so my fear comes from experience, but it's not the cold deep darkness beneath the ship that work.
To me, the most know what really makes my skin crawl is the fact that at any moment, the ship could think. Maybe we can blame movies like Titanic or the Poseidon adventure for showing us how horrific a shipwreck can be, but there are far more true stories of tragedy at sea than there are fictional ones and its in these real life experience. as these maritime disasters that dot the map of history like an ocean full of MECCA buoys that we come face to face with the real dangers that await us in open water. The ocean takes much from us, but in rare moments, scattered across the pages of history, we ve heard darker stories stories of ships that come back of sailors returned from the dead and of loved ones, who never stop searching for land, sometimes
Our greatest fears refused to stay beneath the waves, I'm Erin Mahnke, and this is lore shipwrecks arts, a modern notion. As far back as we can go, there are records of ships lost at sea in the odyssey by Homer one of the oldest and most widely read stories ever told. We meet a deceased shortly before he experiences a shit wreck at the hands of Poseidon, the God of the sea, even farther back in time. We have the edge and tale of the shipwreck sailor dating to at least the eighteenth century BC, the truth is for as long as humans have been building seafaring vessels and said
sale into unknown waters. There have been shipwrecks it's a universal motif in the literature of the world and that's most likely because of the raw basic risk that a shipwreck poses to the sailors of the ships. But it's not just the personal risk shipwreck. Have been a threat to culture itself for thousands of years, the loss of a sailing vessel could mean the end of an expedition to discover new territory or turn hide on a naval battle. Imagine the results.
Admiral Nelson had failed his mission off the coast of Spain in eighteen, o five or how differently Russia's history might have played out. Heads are Nicholas. The seconds fleet actually defeated the Japanese in the battle of two shimmer. The advancement of cultures has hinged for thousands of years in parts on whether or not their ships could return to port safely. But in those instances where ancient cultures have faded into the background of history, it is often through their shipwrecks that we get information about who they were just a few years ago, and ancient phoenician shipwreck was discovered in the Mediterranean Sea near the island of Malta is thought to be at least twenty seven hundred years old and contains some of the oldest phoenician artifacts ever uncovered for archaeologists and historians who study these ancient people. The shipwreck has offered new information and ideas the ocean takes much from us and upon occasion it also gives back
Sometimes, though, what it gives us is something less inspiring. Sometimes it literally gives us back our dead. One such example comes from one thousand, seven hundred and seventy five. The legend speaks of a whaling vessel discovered off the western coast of Greenland in October of that year. Now this is a story with tricky providence, so the details will vary depending on where you read about it. The ships name might have been the Octavius or possibly be Gloriana and from what I can tell the earliest telling of this tale can be traced back. a newspaper article from eighteen, twenty eight. The story tells of how one Captain Warren discovered the whaler drifting through a narrow passage in the ice. After hailing vessel and receiving no reply, their own ship was brought near and the crew boarded the mysterious vessel inside they discovered a horrible site throughout the ship. The entire crew was found frozen to death, where they sat when they explored for
and found the captain's quarters. The scene was even more eerie there in the cabin were more bodies, a frozen woman holding a dead infant in her arms, a sailor holding a tinder box ass. If trying to manufacture some source of warmth and there at his desk sat the captain. One account tells of how face and eyes were covered in a green, wet mould. In one hand, the man held a fountain pen and the ship's log book was opened in front of him. In war and leaned over and read the final entry, they did no the eleventh of seventeen sixty two thirteen years prior to the ships discovery. We have been in closed in the ice seventy days. It said the fight went out yesterday and our master has been trying ever sense to kindle it again, but without success. His wife died this morning. There is no relief
Captain worn and his crew were so frightened by the encounter that they grabbed the ship's log and retreated as fast as they could back to their own ship. The Octavius, if, indeed that was the ship's name, was never seen again The maid eighteen hundreds saw the rise of the steel industry in Amerika. It was the beginning of an empire that would rule the economy for over a century and like all empires, there were capitals, Saint Louis Baltimore, Buffalo Philadelphia. All of these cities played hosts to some of the largest steelworks in the country and for those that were close to the ocean. This created the opportunity for the perfect part
ship. The shipyard steel could be manufactured and delivered locally and then used to construct the oceangoing steamers that were the life blood of late nineteenth century life. The flood immigration through Ellis Island, for example, wouldn't have been possible without the steamers. My own family made that journey one such steamer to roll out of Philadelphia in eighteen. Eighty two was the S S Valencia. It was two hundred fifty two feet: long and waiting at nearly sixteen hundred tonnes. The Valencia was built before complex, bulkheads and whole compartments, and it wasn't the fastest ship on the water, but it was dependable it spent the first decade and a half running passengers between New York, city and Caracas. Venezuela, in to ninety seven, while in the waters near Guantanamo Bay in Cuba, the Valencia was attacked by a spanish cruiser the next. Here it was sold and move to the West Coast, whereas served in
spanish American WAR as a troop ship between the, U Dot S and the Philippines after the war, the Valencia was sold to a company that use the ship to sail between California and Alaska, but in one thousand nine hundred and six it filled in for another ship that was under repair and the ship's new route became Francisco to Seattle. They gave the ship a check up in January of that year, and everything checked out good for a twenty four year old vessel. The Valencia was imperfect, working order It set sail on the twentieth of January nineteen o six leaving sunny California and had he north. The ship was crewed by nine officers, fifty six crew members and played host to one hundred and eight passengers. Somewhere near Kate, Mendocino off the coast of Northern California, though the weather turns sour visibility. Dropped in the winds kicked up. now, when you're a ship at night, even us a one losing the abyss. to see is a very bad thing. Typically,
Visual navigation captain might fall back on the celestial method using the stars in the same way. Sailors dead centuries ago, even that option was off the table for Captain Oscar Johnson, and so he used the only tool he had left dead reckoning The name alone should hint at the efficacy of the method, using last known vocational points as a reference captain Johnson, essentially guest at the Valencia current location, but guessing can be deadly, and so stead of pointing the ship at the strait of Wanda Fuca between Vancouver Island in Washington, state he unknown we aimed at the island itself, blinded by the weather and faulty guesswork. The Valencia struck a reef just fifty feet from shore near patina. Point on the South West Side event
or I ll, and they say the sound of the metal ripping apart on the rocks sounded like the screams of dozens of people. It came without warning and the crew did what they could to react by immediately reversing the engines and backing off the rocks damage control reported who had been torn wide open water was pouring in at a rapid pace, and there was no hope of repairing the ship. It lacked the whole compartments that later ships would include for just such occasions, and the captain knew that I'll hopeless last, so he powered the engines again and drove the ship back onto the rocks. He wasn't trying to destroy the Valencia completely, but to ground it, hoping that it would keep the ship from sinking as rapidly that's when all hell broke, loose before Captain Johnson could organise and evacuation. Six of the seven lifeboats were lowered over the side three of those flipped over on the way down dumping out the people who are in
two more capsized after hitting the water and the sixth boat simply vanished. In the end, only one boats made it to safety Break land was one of the few survivors of the shipwreck he later described the scene in all its horrific detail, screw hymns of women and children mingled in an awful chorus with the shrieking of the wind, the dash of rain and the roar of the breakers as the passengers rushed on. Jack. They were carried away in bunches by the huge waves that seemed as high as the ship's mast heads the ship began to break up almost at once and the women and children were lashed to the rigging above the reach of the sea. It was a pitiful sight to see frail women
wearing only their night dresses with bare feet on the freezing rat lines. Trying to shield children in their arms from the icy wind and rain. About the same time. The last lifeboat made it safely away under the control of the ships Bosun officer, Timothy Mccarthy accord. to him. The last thing he saw after leaving the ship was- and I quote the brave faces looking at us over the broken rail of Iraq and the echo of again to him sung by the women through the fog and missed and flying spray. The situation was desperate attempts were made by the ship's remaining crew to fire, a rescue line from the Lion line gun into the trees at the top of the nearby cliff. If someone could reach the fine and Ankara. The rest of the passengers would be saved. The first line they fired entangled and stabbed clean, but the second successfully reached the cliff above
a small group of men even manage to make it to shore too. There were nine of them, led by a schoolteacher named Frank Bunker, but when they reached the top of the cliff, they discovered the path forked to the left and the Right bunker picnic left had he. dead turned right. Then the men would have come across that second line within minutes and possibly saved all remaining passengers. Instead he led the men along a telegraph line path for over two hours before finally manner To get a message out, two authorities about the accident, making a desperate plea for help and help was sent, but even though three separate ships race to the site of the Rex, to offer assistance, the rough weather and choppy see prevented them from getting close enough to do when a good, even still the site of the ships nearby, gave a false sense of hope to those remaining on the wreckage, and so when the few survivors offshore offered help they decline.
There were no more lifeboats, no more lifelines to throw and no ships brave enough to get closer. The women and children stranded on the ship clung to the rigging and rails against the cold Pacific waters, but when a large wave wash the wounded ship off the rocks and into deep water, every one was lost all told one hundred thirty seven of the one hundred sixty five lives aboard the ship were lost that cold early January morning. If that area of the coastline had yet to earn modern, nickname of the graveyard of the Pacific. This was the moment that cemented it. The wreck of the Valencia was cool the result of a series of unfortunate accidents, but officials still went looking for someone to blame in the aftermath the tragedy, the canadian government took steps to ensure life saving measures along the coast that could help with future shipwrecks. A lighthouse was constructed near patina point and a coastal trail
laid out that would eventually become known as the West Coast Trail, but the story the Valencia was far from over and keep in mind. There had been scores of shipwrecks tragedies that span centuries in that same region of water and like most areas with a concentrated number of tragic deaths. Unusual activity has been reported. Those who visit just five months after the Valencia sank. A local fishermen reported an amazing discovery, while exploring seaside caves on the south western coast of Vancouver Island. He described how he stumbled upon one of the lifeboats within the cave in the boat he claimed, were human skeletons, the cave, was said to be blocked by a large rock and the interior was at least two hundred feet. Deep experts found it hard to explain how the boat could have made it from the waters outside into the space within a theory, speculate that an unusually high tide could have lifted the boat
and over a search party was sent out to investigate the rumour, but it was found that the boat was unrecoverable due to the depth of the cave and the rocks blocking the entrance in eighteen. Ten, these Seattle Times ran a story with reports of unusual site. in the area of the wreck. According to a number of sailors, a ship resemble. The Valencia had been witnessed off the coast, the mystery shit could have been any local steamer, except for one small detail. The ship was already floundering on the rocks, half submerged clinging to the wreckage. They say where human figures holding on against the wind and the waves. Humans have had a love affair with the ocean for thousands of years across those dots
can mysterious waters, lay all manner of possibility: new lands, new riches, new cultures to meets and trade with. Setting sail has always been something akin to the start of an adventure whether the destination was the northern passage or just up the coast, but An adventure at sea always comes with risk. We Understand this in our core, it makes us cautious, it turns our stomachs. It fills us with equal parts, dread and hope, because there, on the ways of the ocean, everything can go according to plan or fail tragically. Maybe this is why the ocean is so often used as a metaphor for the fleeting temporary nature of life time, like waves, eventually where's us all down Our lives can be washed away in an instant, no matter how strong or high we build them. Time takes much from us just like the ocean.
waters off the coast of Vancouver Island are a perfect example of that cruelty and risk. They can be harsh, even brutal toward vessels that pass through them. The cold winters and sharp rocks leave ships with little chance of survival and with over seventy shipwrecks, two dates. The graveyard of the Pacific certainly lives up to its mutation. Four years after the tragedy of nineteen o six fish men in locals on the island told stories of a ghostly ship that patrol the waters just off the coast. They said it was crewed by skeletons of the Valencia sailors who lost their lives there. It would float interview and then disappear like us, spirits again before anyone could reach it in
One thousand eight hundred and thirty three in the waters just north of the twenty seven year old wreck of the Valencia, a shape floated out of the fog when a local approached it the shape became recognizable. It was a lifeboat. It looked as if it had been launched just moments before yet they're on the side of the boat were pale letters that spelled out a single word: Valencia, As I have already said, water has a way of taking things from us. We see that truth play out in stories of tragedy at sea, but it's also present inland wherever we find a body of water. If you stick around through this
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their community and MRS Marvin receive frequent visits from the wives of the men who worked for her and her husband, one of those visit was a young mother name, MRS Clifford. Each day she would walk the short road that connected her own property to that of the margins and then the two women, would spend a wild chatting. Mrs Clifford always brought along her infant girl and the pair of them always wore a set of matching shawls that kept the son out of their faces. One day though Missus Clifford and her cheek were accompanied by Mr Clifford himself. It was a Sunday and he had come to ask for some help from the Marvin's. Mrs Clifford parents lived in Fairfield just on the other side, the pond, and rather than walk all the way around it, they were wondering if the Marvin's might lend them their boat. Mister Marvin agreed and the young family set out toward the shore where they, until the boat and road west The Marvin's got on with their Sunday plans and quickly forgot about the visit at some
though a knock brought them back to their front door, where they found Mister Clifford standing by himself. Mr Marsh and assume the man had come to tell them that the boat had been returned and secured at the dock. But one look at Clifford told him that there was more to the story than that Mr Clifford was wet from head to toe and he had a look of panic on his face. The boat had capsized. He told them it had rolled over in a freak accidents. He tried to save his wife and child, but they were gone before he could reach them Mister Marvin assembled some of his employees and the group all set about searching the waters for bodies some time before sunrise. They found them Mrs Marvin was there with Mr Clifford when he viewed the bodies and then gave one slow grim nod to signal that. Yes, they were indeed his wife and child, but she noticed something else. The matching shawls that they had worn each and every day we're both missing lost to the called waters of the pond
no doubt a few nights later, MRS Marvin had a dream in it was standing on the shores of Fairfield Pond, where she could see Mr Clifford stumbling out of the dark waters as the dream unfolded. She followed his path to shore and into a dark hops of trees, weaving in and out of tall oaks and fallen pines. Finally, Clifford came to a stop at an old hollow stump. Bending down on one knee, he pulled something from his shirt. There was a flash of color and MRS Marvin recognise the fabric at once. It was the set of identical shawls that Clifford, wife and child had been wearing the day they drowned. She then watched as he stuffed, both of them inside the stump and covered the seen from wondering eyes MRS Marvin awoke the following morning within uneasy feeling, soon after she asked
What are the farm hands to walk with her to the pond and then veered into the cops of trees there along the shore. Every step felt familiar to her in the path seemed obvious, a few moments. After arriving, she was standing over a hollow stump, the shawls where side after the authorities were led to the hidden Shawls Clifford was arrested. He confessed to the murders of his wife and daughter, a short while later and the subsequent trial put him in jail for the rest of his life. Mrs Marvin, of course, was the most significant witness in the courtroom Sometimes the thing you're looking for is lost in a dream, and sometimes, if you're lucky, you ll find it there as well.
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