More than 200 years ago there lived on Ocracoke Island a fisherman of
indeterminate provenance. He was a reclusive figure, preferring to live
in a small hut made of driftwood and bullrushes about 5-6 miles from the
village. No one remembers his given name, but folks called him "Old
Quawk" because, they said, he "quawked" like an old night heron.
Old Quawk was a fisherman, often venturing out into Pamlico Sound in his
sail skiff when cautious islanders stayed in port waiting for more
propitious weather.
On this date, March 16, many years past, Old Quawk made his last voyage
into Pamlico Sound. Storm clouds were piling up in the darkening sky.
Legend has it that Old Quawk defiantly disregarded the warnings of other islanders, raised his clenched fist to the heavens and dared the gods to thwart him, then set out in his sail skiff. A frightful gale churned the Sound into a wild turbulence and swamped Old Quawk's tiny craft. Neither Old Quawk nor his boat were ever found.
For many years Ocracoke fishermen refused to go out in their boats on
March 16. Even today, regardless of the forecast, it's best to be prudent on Old Quawk's Day. There's
no telling what the weather gods will dish out on March 16.
