#maritime mysteries

[lilithsaintcrow]

“The boat--and Moorman--must have arrived on the atoll sometime after 1982. Where were they before that time?"

#scott moorman #maritime mysteries #the sarah jo

[outofcontext-unsolved]

[Shane: I also don’t wanna buy a house that people have been murdered in.

Ryan: Why not?

Shane: ‘Cause it’s a fucking bummer.]

#bfu #buzzfeed unsolved #out of context #bfu shane #shane madej #bfu ryan #ryan bergara #the maritime mystery of the mary celeste

[scotianostra]

On March 27th 1943 tragedy struck when Aircraft carrier HMS Dasher blew up and sank off the island of Arran.

80 years ago today HMS Dasher, a hastily converted aircraft carrier, mysteriously exploded and sank within eight minutes in the Clyde. Of the 528 men on board, only 149 survived. 379 lives were lost. Of the 379 who perished, only 23 were given an official burial. However many more bodies – either brought ashore or washed up on local beaches and possibly burned beyond recognition, lie in unmarked plots. To this day, no acknowledgement has been made of the number or the whereabouts of these unmarked graves. The lasting and callous secrecy has left hundreds of families not knowing what happened to their sons, brothers, relatives or loved ones and most went to their graves still not knowing.

An official Board of Enquiry was hastily convened and within just two days they concluded that the Dasher had sunk due to an internal petrol explosion. However, several key witnesses were not called to give evidence. The official cause of her sinking is still doubtful. It could have been a mine or even possibly sabotage but it could also have been one of the first cases of friendly fire. The findings of the Board of Enquiry were never released until 1972 and even now information is being witheld. This is just part of a veil of secrecy which has surrounded HMS Dasher ever since. Rescuers, survivors and witnesses – everyone with any knowledge of what befell the Dasher in these waters – all were sworn to secrecy.

There is a strong possibility that one of the bodies from the Dasher was used in Operation Mincemeat to dupe the Germans about a possible invasion of Greece at a crucial time of the war in 1943. The loss of HMS Dasher and 379 young lives is still not fully understood by those affected. Mystery still surrounds the sinking, the burial graves and the true identity of the Operation Mincemeat body. Perhaps when all the facts have been revealed, they can be finally laid to rest.

Memorial events took place in Ardrossan over the past weekend to remember those that were lost.

#scotland #scottish #world war two #maritime disaster. #sinking #history #mystery

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Mystery the archaeologist! I think that you said one of your things that you’re working on currently has something to do with pirate ships right? Does that mean that you’ll be doing something for Sonic Mermay/Maritime May prompts? You know, since sonadow pirates are very, very popular?

Hey Darlin’!❤️✨

You are absolutely correct—my current project has something to do with pirates! (And may I say, it’s really cute when you guy ask me questions about what I do in my career. It makes me incredibly happy!)

You know, I haven’t considered it. I’ve thought about participating in an event like this before. I wish I could, I’m always busy. But I’ll definitely reblog artwork of the topics!

#Sonadow pirates rotate in my brain like a microwave burrito #I’ve definitely got some pirate facts to share too! You know… in case you want some pirate facts for the maritime prompts come May #mystery anon #off topic

[oceanlinersmodeller]

The Cargo - a digital illustration drawn in 2019. The ocean liner in the background is based on SS Columbia attraction from Tokyo DisneySea's American Waterfront.

#daryltoh #oceanliner #art #ocean liners #maritime art #tohdaryl #tohdraws #ss columbia #cargo #digital art #digital illustration #ship #mystery #ships

[garthnadermemestash]

Sovereign citizens are dunning kruger on display.

#sovereign citizen #maritime law #road boat #no insurance #sovcits #copbaiters #frauditors #commercial capacity #mst memes #mystery sovcit theater memes #mistaken con man #pathetic3 #political memes #garth nader memes #tumblr memes #dankest memes

[y0ur-maj3sty]

Ghost Ship 'Jenny'

“May 4, 1823. No food for 71 days. I am the only one left alive.” – Was the captain’s last entry in the ghost ship Jenny’s log book. Jenny was an 1800’s English schooner that became frozen in ice crossing the Drake Passage in 1823.

The ship set sail in 1822 and went missing in 1823. According to Polar Record, it was rediscovered in 1840 by a whaling ship “Hope.” By the time of discovery, the ship had been encased in ice for almost 7 years. Other accounts place the discovery in 1860, however, the most commonly agreed-upon timeline is 1840. On either timeline, the frozen bodies of the crew were encased in ice for no less than 7 years or up to 27 years.

The article from Globus in 1862, a popular German magazine, recaps the fantastic re-discovery of the ghost ship Jenny. As the story goes the whaling ship, named “Hope,” happened upon Jenny after the ice had broken revealing what appeared to be a fully manned ship. To the horror of the men aboard the whaling ship, the crew for the Jenny were actually frozen in place and had been for 7 years. It is reported that Captain Brighton of the ship Hope found the captain of the ghost ship Jenny still with pen in hand as he scribed the last entry. Some say that Captain Brighton properly buried the ship’s captain, crew, wife, and dog all at sea. Other urban legends state that the Jenny and Crew are still aimlessly lost at sea.

#ghost ship #jenny #mystery #horror #history #maritime #boat #ship

[jomiddlemarch]

"This isn’t exactly what I had in mind." + Phoster? please and thank you, friend!

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Mary said, taking in the house with its well-scrubbed pine floorboard bare of any rug or even a scrap of drugget, the light pouring through the wide front windows without any muslin curtains to obscure the view, the high ceilings and the gracious staircase whose banister seemed designed largely for the delight of anyone under twelve to slide down. Jed, who’d held his hands over her eyes as she walked up the path to the front door, now stood with an arm laid along the mantle, the expression in his eyes a familiar mixture of curiosity, daring, and what Mary referred to as audacity, Charlotte impudence, and Emma the devil’s own sass. “Jed, you said it was a cottage. A seaside cottage.”

“It hasn’t enough of that maritime aesthetic for you? I admit, I am not the native New Englander here, but you can see the ocean from every story of the house and there’s a widow’s walk, ghoulishly named though it is, and I think we could scare up some old ropes or scrimshaw or a rusty anchor to add a touch of authenticity,” he said. Mary mentally admitted that both Charlotte and Emma had chosen more accurate adjectives for her husband’s attitude. She took a deep breath instead of sighing, because he worried when she sighed that she was in pain or needed to rest, and because there was a most delightful cool breeze off the water wafting through the open rooms.

“It’s so terribly splendid. I thought it would be small, cozy, perhaps a little rough with a cantankerous stove that would try my patience and creaky floors,” Mary said. “It isn’t a lack of scrimshaw, though I begin to wonder if you have any sense of the scale of actual scrimshaw—”

“You suggest I have never made the acquaintance of an accomplished scrimshander, madam?” he said, the laughter all in his dark eyes. He’d begun to go grey in ’63, but the sunlight flattered his silver, and she made sure his beard was always properly trimmed, lest he begin to resemble some Abrahamic prophet lately come from the wastes.

“I’ve learned not to doubt the breadth of your acquaintance,” Mary said. “But you won’t divert me with the tale of how you met an old salt at a Parisian salon or when you were frequenting the coffee-houses of Vienna.”

“It was only a tavern in New York,” Jed said. “All my stories don’t happen in Europe.”

“I agreed it would be nice to have a place at the shore to go in the summers,” Mary said. “Something comfortable, not grand or elegant, just a place for the children to be able to run about and swim and fish, maybe learn to sail or go clamming. Something simple and pleasant. Maybe with some blue hydrangeas. And you’ve brought me here—”

“It’s not a palace, Molly! We’re not in Newport,” Jed exclaimed. “You can surely clam all you like—"

“No, we’re not in Newport but this is hardly the cottage we’d discussed,” Mary said. “You’re extravagant, we oughtn’t—”

“Sweetheart, you will have to accept that we have widely differing calibrations for what constitutes extravagance,” Jed said. “I don’t think it’s extravagant to choose a summer house which will hold us all comfortably and allow family and friends to visit without pitching a tent or three in the back. And if you think I would have you turn kitchen-maid and cook when you are the lady of the house, you are sadly mistaken, which meant there had to be reasonable accommodations for Mrs. Harmon and Patty.”

“I could manage with a daily girl,” Mary said.

“Molly Foster, if you think to recapture some flavor of your first days in Alexandra when you were worked to the bone and given a pallet in a corner, you will be sadly disappointed. As much as I adored Nurse Phinney, she was treated most abominably—”

“It was no worse than anyone else suffered, Jed, you exaggerate,” Mary said mildly. It was true exaggeration was one of his chief delights and few remaining vices, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t point it out, at least from time to time. It was important that the children learned some accurate degree of perspective and Jed only reined himself in modestly when he was being Papa.

“It was a travesty and I am still heartily ashamed of how I treated you,” he said. “And truly, this place isn’t so dear, my frugal goodwife. My practice is thriving nearly as robustly as the boys and there’s still a tidy sum left from my family’s estate even after we established funds for Charlotte’s school and the free clinic. We can come back here every year, invite Dr. Sam and his brood, make Henry take off his dog collar for a few weeks, get some exercise other than tending his infernal roses. You could teach Emma how to organize a clambake—I assume you know how if you mastered spanferkel. You could practice resting instead of bustling, let Patty get a little sunburned chasing the boys on the beach.”

“Don’t underestimate Rebecca,” Mary said. “I feel confident that as soon as she starts walking, she’ll outrun them all.” If their daughter kept on pace with her brothers, there were only a few months left before the baby would start dashing about the house, leaving mayhem and crumbs in her wake.

“Even better reason for a place like this,” Jed said. “Perhaps it’s not exactly a cottage, but it felt like home, just as much as the brownstone in the city. Maybe more.”

Mary looked around again, seeing crisp curtains at the windows, a brass bowl full of fresh-cut flowers, a row of sturdy little boots and a little straw bonnet trimmed with red ribbons. She heard the clamor for lemonade and sugar cookies, Charlotte’s laugh, Emma’s fond remonstrances and the soft rumble of Sam’s snores. There would years of sunny days and clear nights, of smoke from driftwood and always the sea calm or rough, always beautiful, and Jed’s eyes meeting hers, encouraging and warm. It wasn’t the worst thing, to let him get his way.

“All right then,” she said. “I can’t argue with that.”

“You can but you won’t, which is far preferable, for it means I achieved the near-impossible task of convincing Mary Foster that sometimes, too much of something can be a good thing,” he replied, accompanying the words with an embrace.

It wasn’t until they were home, abed, the children all tucked up, the clock in the hall chiming lightly, that he confessed he’d already purchased the cottage before they arrived to visit and had been in a terrible state, worrying that he wouldn’t persuade her to his position.

“And if I hadn’t agreed, what did you meant to do?” Mary asked, her head laid on his chest.

“I’d have had to fall back on my prodigious and inexorable charm,” he said.

“You think that would have worked?” she said.

“Well, you married me for it,” he said. She chuckled.

“That’s not why I married you, Jedediah,” she replied. “But it did help.”

#phoster #fluff #mercy street #prompt fill #tortoiseshells #post canon au #seaside cottage #that maritime aesthetic #always such a treat to write jed foster #humor #shout-outs to some faves #domestic bliss #could be post mansion house murder mystery #mercy street pbs

[mvshortcut]

I have a theory about the time period of MBS but my main piece of evidence is so stupid aldsajfhjf

👀 anon please share with the class (if you want to, no pressure lmao)

No but seriously I have gone insane over when it takes place. Still am going insane. Like I know it’s supposed to be an ambiguous time period but TLS AND MBS SHOWRUNNERS I WANT TO KNOW

I’m sure it’s not stupid at all, my ideas have ranged from “the books take place in the year they were published” like @shiningsagittarius mentioned to “Sticky mentions that in the year of the first book, maritime piracy cost the global economy $3bil” which lead to a pointless Wikipedia rabbit hole. Both ideas/theories/clues are equally valid in my opinion

Anyways I’m so interested now please share if you care to!

#ask #WHEN WAS IT I NEED TO KNWO #AAAAAAAAAAAA #anyways hmu if you want some pointless facts on maritime piracy lmao #tmbs #mbs #the mysterious benedict society

[joncronshawauthor]

Discover "Siren's Song" – Free Prequel to the Ravenglass Legends Series!

I am thrilled to announce that my latest story, “Siren’s Song”, a prequel to Ravenglass Legends series, is now available to read for FREE on Ream! In this gripping tale, a haunting melody lures ships to their doom on the treacherous Braun Sea. When Ragnar, the young heir to the chieftain, learns of the mysterious disappearances, he defies his father and sets sail with his loyal friend Kest to…

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[dzelonis]

Sam Llewellyn - Blood Knot (Sailing Thrillers)

Links uz grāmatas Goodreads lapu Izdevniecība: Michael Joseph Manas pārdomas Bils reiz būdams kara korespondents Tribune laikrakstam nav svešinieks dzīvībai bīstamām situācijām, bet visam ir sava vieta un laiks, un Bils savā gadījumā ir veicis izvēli par labu burāšanai ar kuģi Vixen, kuru mantojis no burāšanas entuaziasta tēva, kuru gan pašam diemžēl nav bijis lemts tik labi iepazīt. Un kur nu…

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#Blood Knot #Maritime #Michael Joseph #Mystery #Sailing Thrillers #Sam Llewellyn

[sliceoflife-stories-blog]

Adventures at Sea - Slice Of Life Stories 🎧

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[outofcontext-unsolved]

[Shane: Good wood.

Ryan: Good wood, right?

Shane: A great medley of woods.

Ryan: Yeah.]

#bfu #buzzfeed unsolved #out of context #bfu shane #shane madej #bfu ryan #ryan bergara #the maritime mystery of the mary celeste

[mapecl-stories]

#Neptune's Garden #Seafarer's Adventure #Fehmarn Island #Mystical Waves #Stormy Evening #Fishing Boat “Stormbird” #Sea Gods #Maritime Secrets #Enchanting Radiance #Weathered Sailor #Mysterious Light #Depths of the Sea #Shimmering Wave #Sea Calm #Majestic Figure #Trident #Pearlescent Robe #Rare Spectacle #Heart of a Mariner #Spectacular Show #Spraying Fountains #Sparkling Water #Radiant Colors #Night Sky #Nature's Rhythm #Sailor's Yarn #Rich Heritage #Magical Sea #Living Heart #Maritime Legacy

[dougielombax]

Bermuda Triangle?

No.

Horrors beyond human comprehension older than the Universe itself!

#dougie rambles #personal stuff #bermuda triangle #bermuda #maritime shit #mysteries #my poor attempt at a joke #horrors #the horrors #no context #what #embermythos #empyrean rings #analog horror #this sounded funnier in my head #terrors

[whats-in-a-sentence]

In the year 1866 the whole maritime population of Europe and America was excited by a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon.

"20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" - Jules Verne

#book quotes #20000 leagues under the sea #twenty thousand leagues under the sea #jules verne #60s #1860s #maritime #europe #america #mysterious #inexplicable #phenomenon