The Ourang Medan: The Death Ship That May Never Have Sailed
The story is almost always told with the flat certainty of a police report, and that certainty is the first thing that should make a careful reader uneasy. Sometime in the waters off Sumatra, in the Strait of Malacca, radio operators are said to have caught a Morse distress call clawing out of the dark. It came, the tale goes, from a Dutch freighter named the Ourang Medan. All officers including the captain dead, the message read; probably whole crew dead. Then a stretch of garbled, meaningless code, as if a dying hand were still tapping the key. And then, breaking every convention of maritime radio, three plain words: I die. After that, nothing but the hiss of an open channel.
What follows is one of the most quietly horrifying scenes in sea folklore, and it deserves to be told soberly, because it describes the deaths of men. The nearest ship, usually named as the American merchantman Silver Star, altered course and found the freighter adrift, riding the swell without a light showing, apparently undamaged. A boarding party climbed aboard and walked into a tableau that the story has repeated, almost word for word, for three quarters of a century. The crew were dead where they had fallen, scattered across the decks, the bridge, the wheelhouse and the passageways. Their eyes were open. Their arms were flung out, some reaching toward nothing. Their faces, the account insists, were locked into expressions of terror, mouths agape as if against some final unbearable sight. There were no wounds, no blood, no sign of struggle or disease. Even the ship's dog was said to lie dead, frozen mid-snarl. And below decks the temperature was strangely, wrongly cold.
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