This is an expanded version of my 2020 piece "A Ghost Story".
The Ballad of the Nell McBride (Expanded)
We all have heard the stories
Of spirit ships and ghosts
That sail upon the oceans
And up along the coasts
This tale is a whopper
And I'll not forget the day
So as God is my witness
Listen now, to what I say
We were sitting in the tavern
Telling tales of days of old
When the door, it burst wide open
And Bill came running from the cold
His face as white as ever
Like he just had seen a ghost
When we told him that we thought this
He said, "I did, just up the coast"
We laughed and ordered whiskey
To warm us up inside
"I did, by gum, I saw it—
I saw the Nell McBride"
"There's no way that you saw that boat
It's been sunk a hundred years!"
"A hundred sixty," said a voice
As we tended to our beers
"The Nell McBride was lost, boys
Late eighteen and fifty-nine
You didn't see her, Billy
She's sunk down in the brine"
"I did," said Bill, "I saw her—
I was standing on the beach
She came out of the clouds there"
"Aw, Bill... cut back on the screech"
"I haven't had a drop today
And you know, I don't tell lies
I saw the Captain up on deck
I looked right in his eyes"
The wind was really howling
We all huddled round the fire
As far-fetched as the story was
Old Bill, he was no liar
"The Nell McBride was lost at sea
All fourteen men were drowned
The ship went to the bottom
And no bodies were found"
The barkeep chirped, "We have ghosts here
I've seen a few, I swear
With all those lost at sea near here
I believe they still sail there"
We laughed at him and Billy
"Ghosts? Nope, dead is dead"
But Bill just sat there shaking
He believed the words he'd said
Now me, I was a pup then
Just a minnow, if you please
But I sat and felt my hair rise up
I'd not heard of ghosts like these
"The last time the Nell McBride
Was seen was in aught-four
Old Johnson, at the lighthouse
Said he saw that ship and more"
"They proved Old Johnson crazy
All alone out with the light
‘Twas just the moon a-playing
There was nothing there that night"
Another man chimed in then,
"Old Johnson was no loon
His diary says he saw that ship
'Twas no trick of the moon"
"Okay then boys, tomorrow
We'll meet here and head on out
We'll see the ghost ship sailing
Or we'll see that she is now't"
The wind was really whipping
It was louder than a train
Nobody made a move to leave
They feared the dark, the rain
"Ghost ships sail the waters
I believe to warn us still
I believe the Nell is out there
I believe in our boy Bill"
"There's tales of ships and mermaids
There's been sightings of great whales
Their stories, boys—just stories
They ain't nothing more than tales"
At this the wind was screaming
Like a wail now or a scream
My skin turned cold, my breath stood still—
This could only be a dream
"I remember when Mike Watson
Said he saw that woman black
Standing on her rooftop
Waiting for her man come back"
"I remember that as well," said Bill
"God, old Mike, he loved to talk
He saw her up there weeping
On the iron widow's walk"
So tomorrow it was settled
We would meet and hit the shore
We'd watch for ghostly sailors
And the Nell McBride once more
"Boys, we never made it
We don't talk about that night
See, Billy boy, he left us there
Then vanished out of sight"
"Turns out Billy Boyle
Drowned early in the day
Was it his ghost come calling?
It is not for us to say"
"Bill Boyle washed ashore, you see
Around two, cold and dead
So who it was came through that door
And said the things he said?"
There's ghosts out on the water
Like the ghostly Nell McBride
I swear and cross my heart now
But boys… you must decide
Some say she sails at moonrise
When the tide is running high
With phantom sails a-glowing
And a captain’s hollow cry
And some still hear old Billy
At the tavern, clear as glass
Recounting what he witnessed
As if time refused to pass
So if you walk the shoreline
And the sea begins to moan
Take heed, my friend, and mark my words:
You may not be alone
We all have heard the stories
Of the haunted and the drowned
Of those who sail forever
And are never homeward bound