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The Ghost Ship of Ossabaw Sound
by Susan K. de Vegter   
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Last edited: Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Posted: Wednesday, February 19, 2003

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~ There she is!!!~

The ghost ship glides right through the marshes and the light from a distant lantern waves back and forth on her stern. It's the eerie glow that sets your eyes and the first mist that precedes the fog as the Ghost Ship glides across Ossabaw to the inlet. The light is like fireflies as the muffled voices of men are heard scurrying to hoist her sails. There is no one. Just this great mast from a tall ship stroking the fog and hinting at the ship's torn canvases, her creaking boards and the damp smell of musk. It permeates the mist and surrounds the marshes with her wonderous mystery. It is the voyage of long ago. Perhaps Blackbeard on his way to bury his fortune on St. Catherines Island. Perhaps the loot of Jean Layfitte as he made his way hiding among the barrier islands along the southeastern coast.

Who knows but the Ghost Ship still guards the haven where the bones of those slain rests from long ago . Only the Ghost Ship knows where the treasure lies.

Many a Savannahian still seek the treasure...some are lost for days before they are found by the Coast Guard helicopters. They all tell the same story about the fog and tall oaken masts of the Ghost Ship....and being surrounded by a glowing mist and a hypnotic desire to follow her wake.


The Ghost Ship of Ossabaw Sound

There in the mist of Ossabaw the mystery still abounds

Right here in the view of Warsaw...deep in this green tea sound

Just here in these deep waters where shrouds of grays roll in

Where endless creeks and channels wreath with north eastern winds

There lies a pea green inlet where giant oaks weep down

Their silent gray Spanish Moss moans to this mystic sound

It comes up on you quickly and shrouds you most complete

It woos your gut instincts and settles round your feet

It is a complete mystery for here the spirits fly

You sense intrusion coming near the masses by and by

Out in the mist where vapors rise and chills come with each breath

She comes out of nowhere...her mast and this great ship

She moves without a whisper and glides on blades of grass

Then enters from the marshes then gently she rolls past

She looms just like her mystery, her masts of oak turned bold

She comes upon a whisper and turns the calm to cold

She looms out of nowhere but from the ages gone

There's no company of strangers or sailors with her bones

She skips the waters freely then steely she glides on

She's manned by ghosts of yesterday this pirate with her bones

Some call her the Ghost Ship...her scars,to this,attest

 To battles won in victory upon her canvassed chest

Where did she hail and why has she determined this her home?

Tis a haven for her kin...her pirates and their bones

She is but a sentry left here to guard the stakes

Waiting for her captain and bides til he awakes

She comes in with the fog of dawn then she dissipates

She is loyal to her kin, their honor and their fateOssabaw is gifted for the spirit here

This mystery is a blessing for all who wonder nearIt speaks of faith in honor...her lessons give us pride

This Ghost so grand with her charm still sleeps with every tide

Then when's the need to check her lot, she looms through misted veils

Then comes again aloof and proud to hoist anew her sails.

 © 2000 Susan K. Rowse

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Reviewed by Simon Barreiros 10/3/2006
Very much enjoyed this poem, full of mystery. your words paint a magnificent picture. and the bonus for me is that i love a good ghost story. charleston here has many souls wandering in the night. in the daylight they fade in the shadows and attic windows watching life outside.
You're a treasure ever beckoning with more jewels at every turn.
simon b
Reviewed by Simon Barreiros 2/20/2003
You painted and told a mysterious and spooky picture. You word choice left me shivering in the fog as I awaited the sails to be unfurled.
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