The Ill-Fated Voyage of the Duchess of Argyle
A majestic ship meets a violent end against the rocky cliffs of the Washington coast, leaving a crew stranded and a vessel shattered.
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At 8:15 a. m. Thursday, while the second officer was on deck and barely a cable's length from the ship, the dreadful and thrilling sound of breakers ahead broke upon the ears of the ship's company. 'Put the helm down!' was the first command. The ship would not steer. Not a breath of air was stirring, nothing but the fearful roar of the sea breaking on that rock-bound shore. 'Put the helm up!' came the next command. An instant later, the bow of the Duchess of Argyle struck a rock. She glanced sideways. The swell was heavy, and the ship was dashed onto the rocks. The crew realized it was utter folly to remain on board. No ship that ever rode the ocean could live for an hour in that place. The captain was the last to depart. They reached a rocky shore where an Indian village was seen, later identified as Port San Juan on Vancouver Island, directly opposite Neah Bay. The forward part of the ship's hull was cut thirty feet under water and the sea had washed the forecastle away. The ship's stern was 15 feet out of water.
“No ship that ever rode the ocean could live for an hour in that place.”
Shipwrecks along the treacherous 'Graveyard of the Pacific' remain a haunting part of the Washington coast's maritime identity. Today, hikers visiting the Olympic Peninsula often stumble upon the iron remnants of these 19th-century disasters, reminding us how the unforgiving geography of the coast still dictates life and death.
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