
09/06/2025
307 YEARS AGO THIS AFTERNOON
Imagine the scene.
Three hundred and seven years ago on this date, Monday, June 9, four sailing vessels—three sloops and one large, three masted ship—appear over the southwest horizon and slowly sail toward what is today known as Beaufort Inlet.
Near the entrance of the channel leading from the ocean to the placid waters of the sound, the vessels converge and round up into the wind.
Orders were shouted from the quarterdeck of the large ship. Then, the three sloops fill their sails and creep slowly northward through the channel, guided by a small tender ahead taking soundings, searching for deepest water.
The large ship remains outside of the inlet, waiting until the next morning to enter on the rising tide. Sometime after the sun rises the next day, the ship hoists anchor and begins to sail in to join its consorts.
Suddenly, the ship hits an immovable object with a crash. The ship lurches forward. The bow dips down, the stern rises abruptly, and the hull rolls over on the ship’s beam, throwing the hundred men standing on deck to their knees.
Below deck there is a loud, sickening crack as the keel is shattered. Topmasts snap and tumble to the deck.
The QUEEN ANNE’S REVENGE, given her Jacobite name by her captain as a salute to the Stuart dynasty of Scottish kings and queens, has run hard aground, never to sail again. The date is June 10, 1718, the birthday of Queen Anne’s younger half-brother James III, the hapless pretender to the British throne.
The scuttling of the pirate ship was no accident. It had been cleverly planned months earlier by the captain and his closest and most-trusted officers and friends. The cunning gambit was executed brilliantly. Hundreds of pirates were fooled, marooned, and abandoned.
Within a few days, the notorious pirate Black Beard was on his way to the tiny North Carolina village of Bath with all of the pirate company’s treasure.