Posted August 31, 2009 at 1:20 am.
as told to Veronica G. Burnish
Back in the late fifties, we went to Southport High when the school was where the post office sits today. There was a gang of us that hung around together. Not anything like the gangs you hear about today, but a group of pals. On one partiular night it was just Can Head and me. My name is Jack.
About where the Charthouse restaurant was in Southport in the late 1950s was a little grill called Mae and Ike’s. The place was a drive-in offering curb service.
The building was long and narrow from left to right and had a back wall grill where you could get a hamburger, a hot dog or the blue plate special. Seamen from Sunny Point came to sit at the counter and have a beer after work. The only other place you could get a beer with a meal was Ed Oliver’s. This was back when Brunswick County was dry.
You could go to Mae and Ike’s and pull up in front in the summer time. No one had air conditioning in those days so you could sit there with the car windows down and see and hear everything that was going on.
Boys didn’t have a lot of choices for entertainment so we would go to Mae and Ike’s to hang out. I was sitting out front with Can Head when Louis Herbert Fullwood came over. We all had a hamburger each with a beer. You see, 18 was the legal age then.
There was a fellow inside Mae and Ike’s who had been dropped off by his wife. The couple was on vacation from Fayetteville and she and their little girl wanted to go to the movie at the Amuzu Theatre, Southport’s movie house. The two must have had a few words since they had gone their separate ways for the evening’s entertainment.
The gentleman sat in Mae and Ike’s and had a few beers and got louder and louder. He proceeded to talk to no one in particular about his disagreement with his wife and allowed as how he wanted to go back to Fayetteville. The louder he got, the more he talked about going home and stated that he would pay someone one hundred dollars to take him back to Fayetteville. The fellow began to flash money around which caused some eyes to pop a bit.
Next to the three of us was a car loaded with unseemly charcters we had never seen before. The loafers began to discuss offering our loud friend a ride. The ride they had in mind had nothing to do with getting the old boy home as they planned their scheme for taking the fellow up the road, throwing him out and taking his money.
Growing up where we did and how we did, the three of us began to grow alarmed for the old boy’s safety. We did not want to see the man get hurt and the one hundred dollars did not offend us either. So we decided… we’d take the man to Fayetteville.
Can Head was elected to make the deal and went inside before the ne’r-do-wells in the car next to us could get in.
“You want a ride to Fayetteville, mister?” Can Head asked. The fellow tried to focus on my friend and nodded. “What’s the pay?” Can Head wanted to know. The fellow was in a cloud and agreed to pay one hundred dollars. Can Head was known to negotiate like a pro and stated that if the man would throw in a case of beer he had a deal. Our new friend agreed. Without missing a beat, Can Head raised one finger in the air and said, “A case of tall ones, Mae”.
The three of us let our families know that we were off to Fayetteville with a caution from the folks to take care. The night was growing late as we headed for the Green Swamp and drove and drove and drove.
Our paying passenger was in the backseat between Can Head and Louis Herbert. Now both these boys were of a good size, each tall and meaty. Can Head weighed about 245 pounds with Louis Herbert not that heavy, but that boy could pick up the end of a car if he wanted to. I remind the reader again that entertainment was scarce around Southport in those days.
We had received our money in advance with the promise of getting our friend home and continued our long drive. With the droning of the motor, the warm, humid night and a little too much to drink, our passenger’s conversation drifted off and his head began to nod. Every once in a while the old boy’s head would bounce and he’d look up and mutter, “Son of a gun” or words along that line. Then he’d look up and see these two big boys on either side of him and look from one to the other and say, “Nothing personal. Nothing personal”. The he’d take a swallow of beer since he had brought his own supply along.
Well, we drove on to Fayetteville and our passenger drank and slept and swore and swore and drank all the way there. Fortunately, he had given us his address as we set out on our trip. because by the time we got to his hometown, he was sound asleep.
We arrived at the location our old friend had indicated and found no one to be home. He managed to give Can Head a key to the place and the two big boys took the fellow into the house. They put the man to bed, placced the key where he could find it and safely locked the door.
Now we don’t know if his wife spent much time looking for him, or if he remembered how he got home. Or if she ever even spoke to him again. But those things did not cross our minds. We knew we had done the right thing by taking the old boy home and placing him out of harm’s way. And that’s the truth as I remember it about young fellows being noble back in the summer of ‘58.
Originally published in The Pelican Post in April 1996.
Posted August 29, 2009 at 4:07 pm.
by Capt’n Jack
Someone once said that the only heroines at sea are the ships. Well, not by my reckoning, for the history of seafaring is full of stories of women at sea both heroines and rogues. Certainly it is true that sailors from the beginning of time have mostly been men and that strong traditions have developed which have discouraged women from working on ships at sea. Some of these traditions turned into superstitions and others into laws.
But the pirates were different. They had scant respect for superstition and none at all for the law. Women were free to serve on pirate ships if that suited the rest of the crew, whatever their reasons might be, and many women did.
Often, the pirate captain brought his wife, or sometimes wives, aboard to live with him and keep him company. Some ships allowed the crew, as well, to bring wives and sweethearts along and other ships allowed tavern girls aboard to entertain the men on long voyages. But the women we are interested in are the woman that served aboard the ships and did the same jobs as men. They climbed the rigging, served the mess, fired the guns, swabbed the decks and fought the enemy. These were the real petticoat pirates even though you would be hard pressed to ever see one of them in any kind of frilly things.
We don’t remember any of the names of these common seawomen, except perhaps Ruth who served aboard the fictional pirate ship in the lighthearted operetta The Pirates of Penzance. But we do know the names of some of the women who were captains of their own ships and commanded their own crews. Anne Bonney, Mary Reade and Fanny Campbell were names that struck terror in hearts of 16th century mariners along with Blackbeard and Stede Bonnet. In the 19th century, Madam Chang was the scourge of the China seas and as late as the 1920’s, Lai Choi San ruled the approaches to Hong Kong. There were many others like the Danish vixen, Alvilda or the French noble woman, Jeanne de Belleville or the English girl, Pretty Peg, who wasn’t, or Charlotte de Berry who was reputed to be beautiful and deadly. All lovely ladies I’m sure.
Certainly, the most famous of the lady pirates in western culture was our very own Anne Bonney. Born in about 1701, she was the daughter of William Cormac, a fairly prosperous North Carolina planter and lawyer. Anne, it seems, was a restless girl with a violent temper; traits which caused her considerable trouble most of her life. By the time she was fifteen, her hot blood and lust had pretty much alienated her from family and community. Anne yearned for adventure and faraway places so when a young sailor named James Bonney came along, she took up with him to the final disgust of her father. She married Bonney, or at least took his name, and the couple signed on a merchantman out of Bath on the Pamlico and sailed to the Bahamas.
By virtually all accounts, Anne was as beautiful as she was tough. She found it easy on one hand to seduce men with her feminine charms and wild beauty and on the other hand to whip them in a fight. Once in New Providence, she quickly rid herself of Bonney and took to the waterfront bars where she courted the pirates. Eventually, she took up with Calico Jack Rackham with whom she fulfilled a lifelong dream. Anne Bonney, as she was always known, went “a-pyratin”.
Her ship, The Vanity, was reputed to be the fastest sloop in the islands and was acquired in typical pirate fashion. Anne decided that she would have The Vanity, so she befriended the owner, one John Hamen, and she spent her nights in his cabin. Once she knew the routine of the watch it was simple to have her buddy Calico Jack and a crew of scum slip aboard and take over the ship. Now with ship and crew, she and Calico Jack went about the business of being pirates for the next several years.
Aboard ship Anne regularly wore trousers and shirts with a cutlass at her side and two pistols in her belt. Ashore, she usually put on dresses and makeup to tantalize the sailors in the bars she frequented. Anne and Calico Jack were partners in The Vanity and sometimes lovers. In about 1718, she bore him a son in Cuba. Strangely, Calico Jack never seemed to be jealous of her trysts and bar room antics with other men. Not until a tall rugged sailor named James Morris signed aboard The Vanity. Anne and Morris beame instant friends and soon were inseparable. Calico Jack was evicted from the Captain’s cabin and sailor Morris installed.
But James Morris wasn’t quite the man he seemed to be. He was, in fact, Mary Reade. Now Mary was definitely one tough cookie as she had served in the army, the calvalry and in the navy for more than twenty years masquerading as a man. My kind of girl? Probably not! But, she certainly was Anne Bonney’s kind of girl for the two women became lifelong companions and soul mates. They even took to dressing in identical costumes. Where Anne was loud, boastful and temperamental, Mary was quiet, introspective and possessed a certain dignity. Even though Anne was clearly the captain of The Vanity, Mary greatly influenced her in virtually every decision. At their first meeting, Mary was about thirty-five while Anne was mearly eighteen. It was a profitable, comfortable and satisying relationship for the two women.
But all good things come to an end and by late 1720, The Vanity had been captured by Captain Jonathan Barnet sailing in the man-of-war HMS Albion. Even though much of the world knew better, Calico Jack Rackham was charged with being the pirate captain of The Vanity and was hanged very shortly after they reached Jamaica.
On November 20, 1720, Mary Reade and Anne Bonney went on trial for piracy on the high seas and were almost certain to have a date with the hangman. But in a surprise move, they were both spared from the gallows on a technicality. It seems under English law you can’t hang a pregnant woman. Somehow during their imprisonment awaiting trial, they managed to get themselves in just that condition. They were sentenced to prison terms which were suspended through the influence of Anne Bonney’s father from North Carolina.
Like any good story, there are several possible endings so I will choose the one that I like best. After many months of waiting in Jamaica to clear up the final legalities during which time their babies were born, the two women moved to the island of St. Kitts where they raised their children and led productive, law abiding lives. We know for sure that today thousands of people scattered across the Caribbean can trace their roots directly to Anne Bonney and her two sons.
So what happened to the petticoat pirates? Certainly, there aren’t still gals around who would rob, cheat and leave a poor guy for dead? Not, at least, anybody that I know.
Originally printed in the August 1996 issue of The Pelican Post.
Posted June 29, 2009 at 1:00 am.
Oliver’s Grill was born on March 21, 1949 at 306 Howe Street. In attendance were Edward L. Oliver, the father, and Antoinette Oliver, the head nurse. On that day no one in Southport realized that a tradition had just been born that would live on in the memory of people from Ohio to Florida for several generations to come.
Just going in to Oliver’s Grill was an exciting experience- the oiled wooden floors that bore the aroma of grilled hamburgers, the pleasant odor of Budweiser spilled from the long-necker brown bottles that Ed always demanded from his suppliers and, of course, the all knowing wisdom of Ed Oliver himself who, as many old-time Southporters will attest, was certainly an authority on any subject that came up, made this a visit to be remembered and cherished.
More meetings of the Board of Alderman were held in Oliver’s Grill than were held in City Hall, and Ed Oliver, who was not even an alderman at that time had as much, or more, influence on the important issues of city government as did the mayor. After Ed closed the grill at about 5:30 or 6 p.m. each afternoon, the real business of the day would begin as Pierce Horne, Al Trunnell, Harold “Gumstump” Spencer, Bobby Jones, and various city officials gathered to reduce the inventory of long-necker bottles of Budweiser and decide what next needed to be done from city hall to the halls of Congress. Any time they were stumped they turned to Ed for advice.
Ed’s hamburgers gained fame far and wide. There was one banker who lived in Morehead City who made weekly trips to Southport to gorge himself on these famous sandwiches. There was one little Southport boy who demanded that he be taken to Oliver’s Grill every Saturday morning so he could have a hamburger with “collards” on it, meaning lettuce of course. And then Ed had one steady customer with four legs and an unlimited charge account. Every morning this canine customer would come to the grill’s back door and bark until Ed carried him a hamburger on a bun with tomato ketchup and mustard, but no lettuce on it. His master came by every week to pay the bill.
There was another customer who did odd jobs for Ed- washed the windows, swept and mopped, or cleaned up behind the grill. No matter what job he did, he always charged $1.69 which, incidentally, was the price Ed charged for this fellow’s favorite brand of wine. As soon as Ed paid him he would buy a bottle of the wine with the money he had just earned, and trot off happily toward Taylor Field.
Many yachtsmen, motoring down the Intracoastal Waterway, between New York and Florida, made regular stops in Southport to buy a bag of Ed’s hamburgers. But the strangest incident of all was the day a prominent Deacon Emeritus of the Baptist Church fell headfirst out of the front door of Oliver’s Grill and sprained his wrist- it took him awhile to live that down, but he always claimed that the ketchup on the hamburgers had fermented.
Oliver’s Grill lived the life of a grand old lady. She passed away on April 25, 1985 after 36 years of meritorious service “above and beyond” the call of duty. Everyone was saddened, but the pall-bearers dutifully gathered together in the empty grill to do their share of helping Ed eliminate the final inventory of long-neckers. The tombstone in the window attests that she died a virgin.
Originally published in the The Pelican Post June 1996 issue.
Posted June 27, 2009 at 4:14 pm.
The Friends of the NC Maritime Museum at Southport are sponsoring a Family Pyrate Night at the Southport Community Center on Tuesday, July 21. Dress up like a pirate and enjoy the tales of children’s author, Marsha Tennant. The event will start at 7 p.m. and is free and open to the public. Reservations are recommended. Call the museum at 457-003 or check out the website at www.friendsncmmsouthport.org.
Posted May 18, 2009 at 1:32 am.
Monday, May 25, 2009
5:45 pm
Remember those who gave their lives in service and honor veterans at our traditional Memorial Day Observance featuring a military guest speaker, an all-service Color Guard, a 21-gun salute by a Marine Corps Honor Guard, military band, Taps, and a memorial wreath cast onto the waters. FREE. Program held on the Fantail of the Battleship. For information: 910-251-5797 Ext. 2050
Posted May 16, 2009 at 1:00 am.
Saturday, May 23 2009
7:30 pm
Over two dozen artists will share the stage in Battleship Park with the North Carolina Symphony in BB&T Blue Skies and Golden Sands, a celebration of the coastal Carolinas that began with Blue Skies and Red Earth in the fall of 2006. The all-star cast includes Legends of Beach, a band comprised of five former members of the Embers.
Concert admission is FREE. Limited parking at the Battleship and water taxi shuttle from downtown will be available for a fee.
Posted May 15, 2009 at 4:18 pm.
Fabulous Fantail Film Festival
Fridays, May 15, 22, 2009
8:30 pm
Friday evenings in May, enjoy movies on the fantail (back deck) of the ship just like her WWII crew. Tickets are $1.00 and are only available at the door. Fresh popcorn & sodas are on sale for $1 each. For information: 910-251-5797 Ext. 2049.
• May 15 - They Were Expendable: 1945 War, Drama. Directed by John Ford. Starring: Robert Montgomery, John Wayne.
• May 22 - Father Goose: 1964 Adventure, Comedy, Romance. Directed by Ralph Nelson. Starring: Cary Grant, Leslie Caron.
Posted March 16, 2009 at 5:59 pm.
Originally published June 1993
We who live by the shore and travel about in boats also live by the tides. But people who live only a bit inland give nary a thought to this incessant rise and fall of the ocean water that so effects the lives of us who live and work by the sea.
From the beginning of time it has been important to seamen, fisherman, and merchant interests along the coast to know exactly the state of the tide and to be able to predict the tides days and even weeks ahead. The scholars who wrote down the times of the tides were like seers or prophets in the early days and the formulas they used were closely guarded family secrets. Today such people are call Tidal Mathematicians and, of course, the computer does all the hard work. When one of these ultra smart people with her neat little tailored suit walked into the Shamrock the other day I thought that perhaps for the price of a couple of beers I could get the straight poop on the tides. Besides, she wasn’t to hard to look at even if her name was Henrietta. I was greatly relieved when I found that she preferred to be called Muffy. Something left over from college days she said.
Everyone knows that the tides are caused by the moon’s gravity pulling up on the water making a bulge which travels around the world as the earth spins on its axis under the moon. Now, for a lot of complicated reasons, and everything about the tides is complicated, there are actually two bulges of water; one under the moon and the other on the opposite side of the earth from the moon. Suffice it to say that if there weren’t two bulges the earth could be out of balance and we would have wobbled out of orbit a long time ago. So now we have two bulges of water with two low spots in between going around the world giving us two high tides and two low tides every day. But, everyday is really every lunar day which is 24 hours and 50 minutes long so the tides tomorrow are going to be about an hour later than they are today.
Actually, this isn’t what my new friend said at all. She said that the tides were caused by the moon’s horizontal traction force along the surface of equilibrium…vector sum of the forces…line intersecting the surface tangent…
My version is sort of a loose translation of the Muffy’s mambo jambo. Capt’n Jack has a rule about never using the term “arc cosine”.
Just as the moon goes around the earth every lunar day, the sun goes around every solar day, that’s the one that is only 24 hours long, and also causes a tide. The sun’s tide is only about 40% as strong as the moon’s and on a different schedule (by 50 minutes a day) so the extra tide either adds to or subtracts from the regular moon tide which accounts for the difference in tide heights throughout the month. At new moon and full moon, the sun and moon are exactly lined up so the two tides fully add up making extra high tides called spring tides. At the quarter moons the tides are extra low and called the neap tides.
Listening to Muffy all this sounds perfectly simple and straight forward; except for the part about the hyperbolic intersections. But one thing has always bothered me. If, as we have established for reasons of neatness and safety, there are two high tides going around the world every day; how come some places have just one tide a day? Here on the eastern seaboard we are used to the apparently normal tide pattern, but down on the Gulf Coast they have just one diurnal tide. Many places in the world have diurnal tides. People in California think they have just one daily tide but in fact they have two; one is just much smaller than the other. And there, according to Muffy, is the whole answer. Everybody has two tides a day but one is large and the other is small. At Biloxi, Mississippi, the second daily tide is virtually zero so to them there is only one tide a day, and rightly so.
Any why, you may ask as I did, is one tide so much bigger than the next? Muffy says the diurnal high-water inequality happens when the interference vector… harmonic periods…dynamic equilibrium…
The gist of it has something to do with the outgoing tidal stream over riding the incoming tide and canceling it out one time and reinforcing it the next. This phenomenon is caused primarily by land forms which shape and direct the tidal flow. This land form effect can also cancel out the tides altogether in certain places in the Carribbean and Mediterranean or amplify them to the extreme such as in Nova Scotia where tides run as high as 50 feet.
Enough about the tides, it was one of those beautiful warm afternoons so I asked Muffy if she wanted to dig some clams at low tide, which she predicted was about 43 minutes and 15 seconds away. She said that she would love to for awhile, but then she had to go to a meeting of the astrophysics club in Wilmington. Someday, though, for the price of a couple more beers she would come back and tell me why the Carolina sky is so blue. I can hardly wait, really.
Posted March 16, 2009 at 4:24 pm.
Originally published in the first issue of The Pelican Post June 1993-
“Aye matey, pirate country ’twas and pirate country “twill always be ,” intoned one of my aging shipmates as he looked out across the wide river toward the open ocean from Waterfront Park in Southport. “Aye, and gold, there is plenty of that buried around these parts. Pirate gold, just waiting for some young sand dauber to dig it up.”
And it’s true. Oak Island, Bald Head and the Cape Fear River were well known to the bucaneers of old as they plied the sea lanes of the new world seeking treaure and adventure. Blackbeard himself often hid along our shores even though his headquarters was further north up the Pamlico. But others also lurked here and if my vigilant mate had been at the Whittlers Bench in the park two hundred and seventy-five years ago he would have witnessed the last great battle of the last great pirate of the golden age of piracy.
Stede Bonnet was a prosperous gentleman planter on Barbados in the early 1700s when he suddenly decided to give up everything and go “a pyratin.” Most historians agree that he was likely seeking refuge from a sharp-tongued, whining shrew of a wife. He may also have seen life at sea as a way to extricate himself from a messy affair with the wife of a high government official. Whatever the reason, Bonnet bought a ship and hired a crew, actions unheard of among pirates, and took to the seas to rob and pillage.
The sea raiders such as Bonnet and Blackbeard were virtually all from the Caribbean where a thriving economy was already well established in the British, French and Spanish colonies. But with civilization also came law enforcement which forced the freebooters to find easier pickings. And they certainly did in North Carolina when Charles Eden became the Royal Governor in 1714. He let it be known that pirates were welcome in North Carolina as long as he got a cut of the booty. I guess that was kind of tradition even in those days. Anyway, old Blackbeard took the Governor’s offer so much to heart that he bought a fine home near government house in Bath, took a wife and settled in as one of the foremost citizens of the colonial capitol.
By 1717, Captain Bonnet and his crew of the Royal James were also regular residents of the hidden bays and coves of the Carolina coast, enjoying the protection of Governor Eden. The Lower Cape Fear was his favorite haunt and he had etablished camps on both Bald Head and Oak Island. The region was wild and pristine not yet having been settled by white men. The land grant to Maurice and Roger Moore for this entire area wasn’t issued until 1725 and Brunswick Towne wasn’t established until a year later. By then the pirate menace had been broken and most of the pirates had seen their final day swinging from a royal yard arm.
In late 1717, Governor Robert Johnson of South Carolina and Governor Alexander Spotswood of Virginia had grown weary of constant harassment from the pirates and decided to act in concert with the Navy to “wipe out the pyrate pests.” Colonel William Rhett the Receiver- General of South Carolina and commander of her militia was charge to mount an expitionary force to wipe out the scoundrels.
On the afternoon of September 26th, 1718 , the sloops Henry and Sea Nymph under the command of Colonial Rhett rounded the eastern end of Oak Island and spotted the topmasts of the Royal James further upriver. Bonnet was caught by surprise and should have been finished then and there, had not both the Henry and Sea Nymph run hard aground on a sand bar in the river. Probably the same one I’ve run on a few times. It was midnight before the Navy ships floated off on the rising tide. By this time Stede Bonnet had been able to get the Royal James ready for combat at dawn.
At first light anchors were weighed and the battle was joined with all three ships issuing broadside after broadside. In maneuvering to cut off Bonnet who was trying to escape to the open sea, the Sea Nymph went aground again and it looked as if the pirates would escape. But the Navy sloop was still able to bring her guns to bear wrecking great damage on the pirate ship.
Next the Royal James went aground on the falling tide letting the Henry close to a hundred feet before she too fetched up on the bottom. Soon the militia swarmed over the side into small boats and attacked the stranded pirates in hand-to-hand combat. It was a pitched battle and many men on both sides were killed but Colonel Rhett finally prevailed at great cost and captured Captain Bonnet and the remainder of his pirate crew. His battered little task force returned to Charleston with the prisoners on October 3rd.
Meanwhile a little to the north Lieutenant Robert Maynard and “sixty of the best men in the Royal Navy” sailed aboard HMS Ranger with but a single mission; to find and end the career of Blackbeard the pirate. On November 21st, less than two months after Bonnet was captured, Maynard found Blackbear in Ocracoke Inlet and killed him in one of the mot furious sword and pistol fights in Navy history. With the severed head of Blackbeard on the bowsprit, HMS Ranger sailed up the Pamlico to Bath delivering a message of sorts to Governor Eden.
Stede Bonnet stood trial in Charleston and was sentenced to hang. But, as always seems to be the case, he had his loyal supporters. One of those supporters was a most surprising gentleman. In what was perhaps the greatest tribute to the buccaneer, his captor and nemesis, Colonel Rhett, offered to personally accompany Bonet to England to seek a pardon from the King. But the Admiralty stood firm and on December 10th, nineteen days after his compatriot, Blackbeard, had been killed at Okracoke, Stede Bonnet, gentleman planter and last of the bold pirates, swung out from the gallows and was left twisting in the wind until his bones were white, as a lesson to any man who might get a notion to go a-pyratin.
And what of Governor Eden? Well he got the just deserts that all crooked politicians eventually get; they named a town for him across the Pamlico River, Edenton.
The old seaman said that there would always be pirates about and he was probably right. We know that the Caribbean still teems with pirates and buccaneers most of whom are driving taxicabs. But what about the decendants of the pirates of the Carolinas? I’m pretty sure I have run into a couple of them down in Myrtle Beach. And then there was a used car dealer here- abouts that I thought might have had some pirate blood, but he said not so. He was from an old and respected family up in Beaufort County by the name of Teach.
(Capt’n Jack is our local expert on all things nautical, philosophical and historical. For ten years, he was captain of a sailing ship that ranged from Canada to Venezuela along the Eastern Seaboard and throughout the Caribbean. Now days you might find him hanging about the waterfront watching the ships. )
Posted March 16, 2009 at 12:10 pm.
The publishers of The Pelican Post magazine have taken the magazine to the next level with The Pelican Post Online Magazine. You will still be getting the same old favorites- Tide Tables, Ferry Schedule, Events, Ongoing Events, Area Attractions, and The View from the Bridge, but we are also excited about adding some new content that space did not allow us to add to the printed version!
New to the website will be a Archives of old stories back to the first issue, a Business Directory, and a section called The Arts which will include Artists & Writers.
We hope you enjoy our NEW website- We thank you for supporting The Pelican Post over the years and we hope you will continue with us on this new journey.
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