The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow 048 - The Ghost of Captain Bayloe

Episode Date: July 14, 2026

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In Bellows, waterfront saloons around here. I know you'll be interested in hearing his story. I'm sure I will. Tell me, Mr. Ware. What happened to the rest of the crew when the Northern Queen went down? Lost every man, Jack of him. This mate we're looking for is the only survivor. He just got a fort.

The Northern Queen was your biggest freight ship, wasn't it? Biggest and best in the whole fleet, Trinson. He was smashed a bitch. Well, how did it happen? I don't exactly know. I've heard some crazy explanations, but no facts. That's why I'm so anxious to talk to this mate. Maybe he can clear things up.

You say the Northern Queen was smashed a bit. Where did it happen? On an uninhabited island, off the ship lanes, in the middle of the Pacific. Uninhabited? What was your freight of doing there? That's just what I've got to find out. There's something strange about this whole business. Ten liners have been wrecked in the same spot during a score of years in the same manner.

I'd see we can be little trouble mustering your ship crew in this saloon, hey, Mr. Ware? Yeah, shouts would bring you enough men to man a boat from keel to bridge, Gransom. Oh, uh, here's my mate. I'll fix the ride of gale. On the back room there, have a seat, Gransden. Thank you. I know you want to hear about the wreck of your ship, the Northern Queen. Tell me the fact.

That I will, sir. And it'll likely raise the hair on your head just as it's whitened mine. What happened? It was Captain Baylow, Stead. on the rock, sir. Captain Baylor wasn't after the Northern Queen, was he? No, but he rode the bridge the night she broke up. Least wise, his ghost did.

The ghost of Captain Baylor held the wheel and all the men aboard couldn't budge it from his grip. That strong he was. Now, what I want to know, maids, but the Northern Queen was doing off her course. We'd sprung a leak in our freshwater tanks, sir. The nearest land point was Baylow Island.

The skipper set the Northern... Queen to the wind and stared the course for the island. The crew was again it, but it was that or die of thirst. Gentlemen, if I knew then what was before us, I'd have died

a thousand times. What happened? Nothing, sir, till we were a few miles off the island. Then Captain Baylow's ghost took command. I most forgot, Mr. Cranston, I don't suppose you know about Captain Baylo. Captain Baylo's

dead these twas. He was the last of the old square-rigger skippers. It was the China trade he was in. On his last voyage out of the Orient, he carried two precious cargoes, a shipment of silver, and his beautiful young wife. Captain Bello was quitting the sea to settle in South America. A happy pair, they were, sir, none happier. His crew, though, was the mottliest collection of sea scum ever to sail or for the mast. Well, sir, they were just off the island that's now called after him. Captain

Baylow was at the wheel, his wife beside him. The sea spray was washing her lovely face and she was laughing into the wind. Silver locked in his cabin, sir, let to make us all wretch for the rest of our lives. It's a much prettier cargo on the

bridge beside him. His woman, I. Taste like that could only come from above. I want silver. Well, my share goes side a contented man. The crew crept slowly toward the bridge. Cut short. By the sight of the hard-faced men. Captain Bello asked them what they wanted for.

We wanted him. It was mutin. Stood frozen in horror. That's what? The blow from the belay and tin stunned the skipper. He fell to the deck. The crew were on him snapping like a bunch of jackals. I looked him up.

I was conscious when they threw him over the rail. He revived a bit when his bobbed. hit the water. He saw his ship with his wife aboard sailing away, coming back on the wind. The pitiful wail of his lovely wife. All the waters covered him up, both on his lips, swore eternal vengeance on all men who sailed the sea. Well gentlemen, Captain Baylowe's wife died soon after that, but he's had his revenge many times over. He takes the helm of any ship that ventures into the waters where he lost his life and steers it on to the rocks of Baylow Island. You think that's how the Northern Queen was wrecked? I don't think, Mr. Crack.

I'm not given to ghost stories, sir, but I saw the Northern Queen's propeller frozen so her big engines couldn't turn it over. There she rode helpless on the tide straight for the rocks. Warning. I sent off watch when I heard it plain as I hear you. What was it? The pitiful wail of Captain Baylowe's watch. I knew then the North Northern Queen was done for. Another seaman and myself put a small boat over the side and rode away. The other man, not enough money in all the world. Granson, what do you think?

Except on my yacht. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'll join you below in just a moment. All right. I think we might be wrecked. Is that it? Love with a crew. Let me, Captain.

It's a fact. We're off of Baylow Island. Mr. Cranston must be crazy. Well, Mr. Cranston may be crazy enough to come here. That don't mean we have to stay. What do you mean? We can make Mr. Crenston turn the ship back. Me jail for that.

That's any worse than what may happen? We've got to do something. No cruise on watch tonight. Leithwise, not a man's asleep. They can't be far from that coast at Velo either now. If it wasn't so dark, you could see it off the Port Bell. That's close? Aye.

Suppose Captain Baylow took command. But I just right on to talk about. See you something? Yes. That's it. That's the warning. He'll come out of the sea now any minute. He's got to turn back.

We've got to get out of these waters. We've got to get out of it. What's going on, Captain? This man thinks he heard the wail of Captain Balo's wife. I heard it. The other man heard it, you. Oh, that's nothing, man. Just the wind and the rigging, that's all. No, no, you've got to believe me, Mr. Crenton.

It's still time to save ourselves. You've done. The engine. I knew it. On the searchlight. Inside, Margot. Leave here. Oh, this is frightful, Lamont.

I only hope we can find him in the sea. Mr. Lentston. There's a... Yes, Captain. Have you found him? No, I'm afraid, sir, there's not much of a chance in a sea like this. There's no sight of it. We've got to find him.

We must. The metal to all they can up here. I've got to go below and see what can be done upon our end. What's our position, Crenson? We're just off the island, Mr. Ware. Is there much of a drift? It's pretty heavy one. It's toward the island.

That means we make crash if the engines aren't started. Mr. Ware? Yes, Granson? Help me lower one of our small boots. Small boat? What for? I'm going over to that island. Lamont.

But what good would that do? The place is uninhabited. Nevertheless, I've got to see what's there. This is too dangerous. I don't want you to go out there alone. You and everybody else on this yacht, a great danger, Margo. I've gotten you all into it.

I've got to try and get you out of it. Well, if you're going out there in the mutt, I'm going with you. To see you, Miss Dawson. Oh, desolate place, isn't it? It's foolish of you to come, Margo. She'll have taken my advice. What is it, Margot? Something's coming out of that trunk of bushes.

Oh, it's coming towards. A man. A man. A month, crazy the ghost of Canton Baylor. No, be right, Margo. I've got my gun. She'll come from that gout off. You're not one of Yandy's men.

Well, who is Yandy? The devil. A monster. Do you live on this island? I die on this island. We understood it's uninhabited. Oh, there are people here, but not above the ground. What do you mean?

They're buried in dark, dense dungeons. Yet they live. Who are these people? Survivors of ships wrecked on the rocks here. Anybody that ever sets foot on. This island is never allowed to leave again. Go away. Go away before it's too late.

I want to know about those prismas. Their lives are spent in darkness. All day, they work in the mines. Minds? At night, they're locked in dungeons. Always darkness. Never fresh air. Never light.

Are you a captive here? I, captive and slave. I was the skipper of the Nelly Moss. She was wrecked here some 15 year ago. I've been here ever since. But you're not confined to a dungeon? I found a secret exit. I steal out at night to watch the sea and hope.

The Moss, something will have to be done for these unfortunate people. There's nothing. Nothing you can do. Go away. Go away. Can you take me to the dungeons? I can, but I don't think I should. Please.

I think I can help. No one can best Yandy. Perhaps I can. All right, then. Come along and see how dead men live. Careful. The guard is due along any minute. Keep close to me, Margot.

This place is dark. I'm all right, the Montres. The dungeons, they're just below this crevice. You have to jump here. Right. Let me help you, Montrose. This is all the light we ever see. A single flare.

And Mark, look. Are these men? These are the ones that have gone blind from the dark. They can't work. So they must die of slow starvation. How horrible. How many men are here? Half a hundred.

It is awful a month. Men, men, look to, from the outside world. They've come to help us. There's no help for us. Careful, here comes the guard. Take back, Michael. And here, he will pass. Get behind me, Michael.

Tell me, man. Does this guard have the keys to the dungeon? Yes. What are you going to do, Lamar? Get those keys. Liberate these men. But how? Right, Mono.

Here he comes. It's done it. Open the dungeons. Quick, Lamont. Yes, Mama. Say what I mean? It's no use, Lamont. These men are afraid to move.

There's only one way to flee them. Andy. Oh, you can't get near him. He lives and works in rooms carved out of solid rock. Where? It's useless. But if you want to try, come with me. Margot.

You go on, Lamar. I'm going to open the rest of these dungeons and try to coax these men out of this plane. Yes, she will be safer here. There won't be another guard alone before morning. Come along. Very well. But you will never get near Yandy alive. He's guarded day and night.

I've got to get him. The lives of those men. The lives of my friends and crew depend on it. You got her out yet, Mr. Yandy? Yes, he's a yacht. Coffin. They got the engines going again, sir. The motor.

Yes, sir. Magnetize the rudder. Right. From the north end of the island. Yes. Able to tell of the mineral wealth of this island. Your secret is still safe. But exists. It's been the most... Nobody ever doubts him, it seems.

You open? Oh, sir, I cut it before. Captain. Aye, aye, ma'am. You found out yet what happened to Yian and then? Lamont. Yes, Morgul. What have the men just told me?

But he waited until we were well out to sea first. What did they do with them? Well, they didn't pitch them into the sea.