thing. Does that mean you really meant the opposite?”
“Ah! I was testing you to see if you’re catching on,” I replied. “It’s not what you say, but how you say it.”
“I’m wondering if John Smith might have had a similar difficulty when dealing with the Salvages,” my wise confidante mused. “Perhaps the Salvages talked backward as well.”
“Well, you can be sure that how they said things was often much more important than what they said,” I replied.
After a friendly visit with the Salvages, Smith set sail again, following inlets and the coast, when suddenly an ex-treame gust of wind, rayne, thunder, and lightening happened, that with great danger we escaped the unmerciful raging of that Ocean-like water, in Smith’s words. Barely escaping with their lives, they sought shelter on one of many islands that Smith named the Russell Isles.
Setting sail again, they were struck by a second storm that blew their mast and sail overboard and almost sank them as they frantically bailed out the barge. For two days, they waited out the tempestuous weather and searched for water to drink on an uninhabitable spot that Smith named Limbo Island. Finally, they repaired their sails with the shirts off their own backs and headed home to Jamestown.
Most scholars seem to believe that Tangier is one of the Russell Isles. But I asked myself after studying several old maps and a modern flight chart: Is it possible that Tangier might really be Limbo, and might this explain the Islanders’ tendency not to mean what they say or say what they mean? I don’t think historians can completely rule out the possibility any more than I can offer much of a case for it. But if you look on a Washington sectional flight chart, you will see that Tangier and Limbo Islands are only a few minutes helicopter flight apart.
To investigate this further, I decided to fly a helicopter to Jamestown and from there record the exact coordinates were Smith to sail from Jamestown to Tangier and then return to Jamestown and sail to Limbo. Note the geographic coordinates, which I shall supply here for Jamestown, Tangier, and Limbo as they were displayed on my GPS when I hovered over each island. After you study the chart, I will explain the significance:
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Clearly, Tangier and Limbo are not at all far from each other. So the hypothetical case I make is if you, the reader, imagineSmith and his men in the open barge with terrible rains, thunder, lightning, and zero visibility, how could Smith be so certain that when he thought he sought refuge on what he named Tangier Island that he really wasn’t on Limbo Island instead? I know with reasonable certainty that had I been flying in such conditions after a nip or two of Wild Turkey, perhaps I could have ended up on Limbo as easily as anywhere else.
Whether Tangier is really Limbo will never be known. I doubt if John Smith were here today that even he could tell us. But I have no doubt that if Smith visited Tangier in modern times, he would feel as if he were in Limbo, even if he weren’t.
If Tangier is really Limbo, then I personally wish the name had stuck. I believe Limbo Island could have developed a strong and specialized market in attracting tourists who are neither here nor there and would like to go somewhere in the middle of nowhere and do nothing about anything for a while. I also don’t think the governor of Virginia would have bothered ordering speed traps painted on the streets of a place named Limbo, nor would the people of Limbo have cared one way or other.
Be careful out there!
Seven
Andy could measure Hammer’s impatience by the rhythm of her fingers drumming her desk. This moment, she was tapping out a loud staccato on her ink blotter as Andy briefed her on Tangier Island and how the uprising was connected to the Tangiermen’s past, because he had no reason to know at this moment that his comments about dental malpractice had riled up the Islanders just as much as the
“Ah! I was testing you to see if you’re catching on,” I replied. “It’s not what you say, but how you say it.”
“I’m wondering if John Smith might have had a similar difficulty when dealing with the Salvages,” my wise confidante mused. “Perhaps the Salvages talked backward as well.”
“Well, you can be sure that how they said things was often much more important than what they said,” I replied.
After a friendly visit with the Salvages, Smith set sail again, following inlets and the coast, when suddenly an ex-treame gust of wind, rayne, thunder, and lightening happened, that with great danger we escaped the unmerciful raging of that Ocean-like water, in Smith’s words. Barely escaping with their lives, they sought shelter on one of many islands that Smith named the Russell Isles.
Setting sail again, they were struck by a second storm that blew their mast and sail overboard and almost sank them as they frantically bailed out the barge. For two days, they waited out the tempestuous weather and searched for water to drink on an uninhabitable spot that Smith named Limbo Island. Finally, they repaired their sails with the shirts off their own backs and headed home to Jamestown.
Most scholars seem to believe that Tangier is one of the Russell Isles. But I asked myself after studying several old maps and a modern flight chart: Is it possible that Tangier might really be Limbo, and might this explain the Islanders’ tendency not to mean what they say or say what they mean? I don’t think historians can completely rule out the possibility any more than I can offer much of a case for it. But if you look on a Washington sectional flight chart, you will see that Tangier and Limbo Islands are only a few minutes helicopter flight apart.
To investigate this further, I decided to fly a helicopter to Jamestown and from there record the exact coordinates were Smith to sail from Jamestown to Tangier and then return to Jamestown and sail to Limbo. Note the geographic coordinates, which I shall supply here for Jamestown, Tangier, and Limbo as they were displayed on my GPS when I hovered over each island. After you study the chart, I will explain the significance:
----
----
Clearly, Tangier and Limbo are not at all far from each other. So the hypothetical case I make is if you, the reader, imagineSmith and his men in the open barge with terrible rains, thunder, lightning, and zero visibility, how could Smith be so certain that when he thought he sought refuge on what he named Tangier Island that he really wasn’t on Limbo Island instead? I know with reasonable certainty that had I been flying in such conditions after a nip or two of Wild Turkey, perhaps I could have ended up on Limbo as easily as anywhere else.
Whether Tangier is really Limbo will never be known. I doubt if John Smith were here today that even he could tell us. But I have no doubt that if Smith visited Tangier in modern times, he would feel as if he were in Limbo, even if he weren’t.
If Tangier is really Limbo, then I personally wish the name had stuck. I believe Limbo Island could have developed a strong and specialized market in attracting tourists who are neither here nor there and would like to go somewhere in the middle of nowhere and do nothing about anything for a while. I also don’t think the governor of Virginia would have bothered ordering speed traps painted on the streets of a place named Limbo, nor would the people of Limbo have cared one way or other.
Be careful out there!
Seven
Andy could measure Hammer’s impatience by the rhythm of her fingers drumming her desk. This moment, she was tapping out a loud staccato on her ink blotter as Andy briefed her on Tangier Island and how the uprising was connected to the Tangiermen’s past, because he had no reason to know at this moment that his comments about dental malpractice had riled up the Islanders just as much as the
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