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Thu, 06 Aug 2009
A New page is developing, TRUE TALES, though I think they will all be a little tongue in cheek.





AND HOW ABOUT THIS FOR ANOTHER TERROR-BLE TALE

     Only four men escaped when the British square-rigged yacht Pierrot capsized in the Atlantic in July, 1884. huddled in a battered dinghy, they drifted for 25 days. Near death from starvation and exposure, Captain Edwin Rutt then made a last desperate suggestion.
Lots should be drawn to determine which of the four would be eaten.


Now this could be a
British Square-Rigged yacht, who knows.

I am quite certain that this isn't out valiant cannibals yacht but it's a lovely
yacht to look at. And it is 1884.


Two of the sailors agreed with Rutt, but 18-year-old Dick Tomlin, the youngest crewman, protested that he would rather die than eat human flesh.

Tomlin's resistance sealed his fate. At the first opportunity Rutt crept toward the sleeping boy and drove a knife into his neck.

The mate Josh Dudley and seaman Will Hoon had no reservations about cannibalism. When they were rescued by the yacht Gellert four days later, it was the slain boy's flesh that had sustained them.

The horror-stricken master of the Gellert rejected the idea of burial at sea. Hidden away underneath a tarpaulin, the body of the victim accompanied the three survivors to the Cornish port of Falmouth.

All three were tried and condemned to death for murder on the high seas. But the Home Secretary decided that there had been horror enough and commuted the sentence to six months imprisonment.

No one could have known that the horrors were only beginning.

When the three men were freed from jail, they found little fortune. To keep body and soul together, Josh Dudley found work as a drayman. Two weeks later his team of horses saw something that frightened them in the middle of a foggy London street. Bolting, they tossed Dudley to the cobblestones where his head shattered.

Witnesses said the thing in the fog had been a figure swathed from head to foot in bloodstained bandages. After Dudley's death, the figure mysteriously vanished.

With fear beginning to take root, Captain Rutt went to the Soho slums and Will Hoon a bit
drunksought out Will Hoon. he found the old seaman far gone in drink, a sodden derelict in desperately bad health.

Rutt told Hoon that some vengeance-crazed relative was masquerading as Dick Tomlin's ghost, and he urged Hoon to help him ferret out the plotter. But Hoon wanted only more gin, and in a last delirium, he was taken to the charity ward of a hospital where he died in a screaming fit.

Witnesses said later that another patient 'dressed all in bandages' had been holding Hoon down, apparently trying to sooth him. Then the patient vanished.

Now in a state of abject terror, Rutt went to the police. They scoffed at his tales of a 'figure in bandages'. But in view of the captain's mental condition, they offered him one night of lodging in a cell.

Rutt went gratefully to the cell, checking twice to be sure he was locked in. It was a cell block for the disturbed of London, and screams in the night were not uncommon.

But when at 3 a.m. the police heard the captain, some distinctive quality in his cries brought wardens running. They unlocked the door and went to his bunk, where Rutt lay with his knees scissored upward and his dead eyes like marbles.

Clenched in his fingers the shocked bobbies saw shreds of cotton. And bloodstained gauze.   



This wonderful but gory tale reminds me of the Nancy Bell, the poem is extremely long and so funny but I actually found a puppet theatre who perform it far better than I can tell it, so here you are.

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