At the turn of the century there were between four and five thousand large and medium-sized sailing ships circling the globe, still managing to pay their way. Most of these ships came to be known as "windjammers." They were very a different breed from the "clipper" ships of fifty years before. Whereas the clippers were built for speed and to carry high value cargoes, the windjammers were built to carry bulk cargoes as cheaply as possible. The windjammers were significantly larger ships of iron or steel and carried more cargo than the clippers, which were were usually built of wood. Though the windjammers were considerably larger, they carried smaller crews than the clippers. The windjammer can be looked upon as the most advanced development of the sailing ship and perhaps also, the most brutal.
The windjammers sailed on the last profitable trade routes for sailing ships, the long windy passages below Cape Horn and the Cape of Good Hope, where the fueling stations were too few and far between for steam ships. The windjammers carried wool, grain, coal, iron, nitrates, case oil and other bulk cargoes. These remaining sailing ships cost less to build and operate than the steamers and held on with a surprising tenacity. The last voyage of a cargo carrying windjammer was in 1957. Almost a dozen of these great old ships survive to this day, including the Star of India, now a museum ship in San Diego, built in 1863, a full two decades before the construction of the British Isles, the inspiration for the Lady Rebecca.
Alan Villiers writes in his book, "The War with Cape Horn" that the winter of 1905 was particularly brutal for sailing ships bound west around Cape Horn. At any one time, four to five hundred ships were attempting to round the Horn. That year, between forty and fifty had to turn back and run to the Falklands, Montevideo or even as far as Rio de Janeiro for repairs. A number of these ship were too damaged to be worth repairing and were cut down and sold as coal and sand hulks. A dozen or so ships would give up the attempt at westing entirely and turn and run before the winds, easterly around the bottom of the world. Six or seven ships simply disappeared, sinking in the Cape Horn storms or being lost in the Antarctic ice. As brutal as the voyage of the Lady Rebecca was in the novel, she was one of the lucky ones. She survived and finally arrived in Chile.
The six or seven ships that were lost that year left no record whatsoever. The ships that survived were only slightly better documented. Most would leave no more record of their passage than their wake on the sea itself. The voyage of the British Isles that inspired this novel was very different. Its story would be revealed in stages over a period of 65 years.
In the 1930s, Captain James P. Barker sat down with his son, Roland, who, in addition to being a sailor himself, would become a writer. Captain Barker told his son about his life on sailing ships and Roland turned it into a memoir, "The Log of a Limejuicer: The Experiences Under Sail of James P. Barker, Master Mariner." Much of the memoir was an account of the 1905 voyage of the British Isles around Cape Horn. Though Captain Barker would have a career in steamships and later serve as the captain of the Tusitala, the last US flag square-rigger, the memoir ends in 1905, on the coast of Chile, less than halfway through the voyage that continued through 1908. It was if, after the brutal months rounding Cape Horn described in the book, that anything more would seem anti-climactic. The New York Times review of the book raves, "In the "Log of a Limejuicer," Captain James P. Barker tells a great story of rounding the Horn...This single passage makes an astonishing tale without an exact counterpart in books of the sea.”
Captain Barker would retire as the Marine Superintendent for Prudential Lines in January 1946. He died on August 9th of that year, survived by his wife Mary, his two daughters and three sons. In his career, Captain Barker rounded Cape Horn forty-one times.
That might have been the end of the story but in 1956, Captain William H. S. Jones wrote a book titled, "The Cape Horn Breed." Fifty one years before, he had sailed as a first voyage apprentice on the British Isles. Oddly, Captain Barker never mentioned an apprentice named Jones in his memoir. This may have been part of the motivation for Captain Jones to write the book, a half century after the ill-fated voyage. He wrote that his memoir was based on a diary that he kept in pencil in a small notebook, that he had retained for the intervening years. He said that the pencil markings on some of the pages had been rinsed away by saltwater, so that in some cases, he had to rely on his memory.
So, after the publication of the captain's recollection of the voyage, followed decades later by the apprentice's version, one might assume that the record was complete. But it was not the case.
In 1970, sixty-five years after the voyage, Alan Villiers, a square-rigger sailor, captain, shipowner, writer and documentarian, heard of a collection of ship's Articles and official logs stored in n large hanger at Hayes, Middlesex in Great Britain. The crates and crates of documents were about to be thrown away. Villiers examined the documents in the hangar and found what he described as a "treasure trove." There were hundreds and hundreds of logs from sailing ships and thousands from steamers. One of the logs that Villiers discovered was from the 1905 voyage of the British Isles.
Based on these newly discovered logs, Villers wrote, "The War with Cape Horn," which focused on the particularly brutal winter of 1905. One of the logs that Villiers paid special attention to was that of the British Isles.
So why write a novel about a voyage that is so well documented? One reason is because the primary sources do not agree, one with the other. The remarkable thing about the three accounts of the voyage of the British Isles is how widely Captain Barker, Apprentice Jones and the official log disagree on key points. They did not for, example, even agree on how many had died during the voyage. The official log reported three deaths at sea, while Captain Barker reported four, and Apprentice Jones counted six. If we assume that the official log is accurate, then the two memoirs are, at least in part, each historical fiction. In the simplest terms, they are the stories that the story tellers wished to be told. Alan Villiers thought that both Captain Barker and Apprentice Jones may have revealed more about themselves than they had intended. (Villiers was not an admirer of Captain Barker.)
Beyond the differences detailed in three accounts, what I found particularly interesting as a writer, were the differences in perspective. The ship, as seen through the eyes of the captain and a first voyage apprentice, is a very different place. I decided to write a novel of the fictional Lady Rebecca as seen through the eyes of the captain and an apprentice but also, as seen by an American sailor before the mast and by the captain's long-suffering wife. In doing so, I hoped to capture a more complete picture of the remarkable individuals who sailed on a beautiful, if often dangerous ship, attempting to round the merciless Cape of Storms in the middle of the winter. I will leave it to the reader to judge whether or not I've succeeded.
The British Isles, and her fictional sister the Lady Rebecca, were struck by a rogue wave in 1905. Rogue waves are typically two to four times taller than the other waves on the sea and seem to appear from nowhere, often coming from a direction counter to that of the wind or current. They can be up to one hundred feet high and are usually far steeper than a normal wave. These waves can indeed be ship killers, sinking modern ships far larger than any windjammer.
Perhaps the most remarkable thing about rogue waves is that until quite recently, oceanographers and even many ship's captains claimed that they did not exist. The surviving captains of ships struck by rogue waves were dismissed as exaggerating, telling sea stories, or for seeking an excuse for their own failings in preparing their ship for a storm at sea.
Oceanographers had a good reason to dismiss the existence of rogue waves. They had a very functional mathematical model for waves and sea states that agreed quite closely with observations at sea. The model worked. There were no rogue waves predicted by the model, therefore there were no rogue waves.
Even sea captains could be skeptical. Alan Villiers who had sailed before the mast and as ship's captain of square-riggers around Cape Horn, comments in his book, The War With Cape Horn, "It is strange that the ship [the British Isles] was so much damaged from her brush with the Horn. She was in the area for ten weeks which is at least seven longer than enough, but she was strongly built to take that sort of punishment indefinitely.”
What she was not built for, however, was to be struck by a rushing vertical wall of water the size of a ten story building.
From the standpoint of the scientific community, rogue waves only came into existence on January 1, 1995 on the Draupner drilling platform in the North Sea off Scotland. The platform was hit by an unusually high and steep wave. What was different this time, however, was that there was a downwards-pointing laser sensor installed on the drill rig, which accurately measured and documented the wave heights. In one night, the mythical wave was captured in a form that scientists could accept. We now understand that rogue waves do indeed exist and they look just like the wave described by Captain Barker that nearly sank his ship.
The British Isles did informally race the German windjammer Susanna from Wales to Chile. (The actual ship's name was spelled Susanna. Captain Barker, however, spelled it with an ending "h," which I have continued to do in the novel.) Despite the difficult passage, the British Isles (and Lady Rebecca) beat the German windjammer to port. In his memoir, Captain Barker thought that the captain of the German ship had given up in the attempt to round the horn to the west and had turned and run before the wind instead. He wrote, "the Susannah ran her easting down, rounded Australia, sailed over a vast expanse of storm racked Pacific Ocean, and finally arrived in port in Iquique after a passage of two hundred and seven days.”
Given the length of the passage, the explanation is not implausible. Nevertheless, Captain Barker had it wrong. The captain on the actual Susanna had a faulty chronometer which indicated that he was father east than he actually was, so they kept sailing west, farther and farther into the Pacific Ocean until the captain finally turned north. He had sailed almost 500 miles farther to the west than he needed to, and therefore, when he turned east toward Chile, had to sail back an additional five hundred miles. The Susanna holds the unenviable record for the longest passage around Cape Horn in history. Despite the lengthy passage, however, the ship arrived in port without significant damage or any loss of life.
Faulkner wrote, "The past is not dead. It isn't even past." The days of the windjammers seem a long way away. We will never again see ships that sail without engines or electricity, that are wholly out of touch with the world once their t'gallants sank below the horizon and that sail the vast oceans powered only by the wind and the brawn of sailors setting and trimming the sails. Nevertheless, the windjammers are not entirely gone. Close to a dozen of the original ships remain as museum ships around the world and several are still actively sailing. The Padua, one of the last Laeisz Flying P-line ships, is sailing as the Kruzenshtern, a Russian flag school ship, as is the sail training ship Sedov, originally the Magdalene Vinnen II. Add in the dozens of sail training ships of various ages and the few sailing cruise ships and there are still square sails on the vast oceans, despite the exaggerated rumors of their demise.
Beyond the ships themselves, I came across a more personal connection to Captain Barker recently. Once a month, a group of folks from around New York City who love the music of the sea get together to sing sea shanties. The get-together is informal but has the rather grand title of the "William Main Doerflinger Memorial Sea Shanty Session" at the Noble Maritime Museum in Building D at the Snug Harbor Cultural Center in Staten Island, New York. I attend whenever I can, which recently has been somewhat infrequently.
Snug Harbor was originally a grand and unique retirement home for indigent sailors, called Sailor's Snug Harbor, established through the generosity of Captain Robert Richard Randall, a wealthy ship's captain and merchant, in 1833. From the mid-1800s to the 1960s, old sailors lived in a row of five Greek Revival mansions on the New Brighton waterfront.
Starting in the 1930s, William Doerflinger, an archivist and collector of folk songs, began traveling to Sailor's Snug Harbor to record sea shanties sung by old sailing ship sailors from the very last days of sail. In 1951, Doerflinger published "Shanty Men and Shanty Boys" later republished as "Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman." The volume is considered to be one of the essential collections of work songs of the sea.
For those of us who gather to sing shanties at Snug Harbor, there is a special magic to the setting, because the space where we gather was where Bill Doerflinger set up his tape recorder to record the sea shanties sung by the old sailors.
What does any of this have to do with "Hell Around the Horn?" After the book was largely written, I learned that Bill Doerflinger also recruited retired ships' captains to sing for him at Snug Harbor. One of these retired captains was none other than Captain James Pratt Barker, ex-master of the windjammer British Isles. At Snug Harbor it is easy to imagine Captain Barker singing out in full voice, Rise Me Up from Down Below, or one of the other shanties that he sang for Doerflinger. And now, we latter day shanty singers sing the same old songs in same building where Captain Barker and all the rest sang, recalling their days on the mighty oceans beneath a cloud of canvas.