Hispaniola

Feeling the life force of the indigenous Taíno among the ancient mangroves roots of Los Haitises
© Jeffrey Cardenas 2024

A thin red line bisects the island of Hispaniola. On one side of the line, there is a world of chaos and rage this week as 4,000 of Haiti’s most notorious inmates escaped prison in a machete-wielding bloody rampage. They are terrorizing the countryside and remain loose in the shadows of the island as Haiti declares a state of emergency.

On the same island, but on the other side of this geopolitical line, is the Dominican Republic. This is a pastoral environment of natural beauty where nature thrives and men and women work peacefully with their hands to feed their families.

Several weeks ago, Stella Maris ghosted up to an isolated shoreline of Hispaniola–on the Dominican side. Los Haitises National Park is the Dominican Republic’s most important natural and cultural preserve. Amid the quiet pockets of dense mangrove and subtropical forest, spectacular limestone walls rise from the sea. It is difficult to comprehend why one-half of this island is literally and figuratively on fire, while on this half of Hispaniola, there is an undisturbed natural world of calm and tranquility.

One of the reasons I sail to isolated parts of the world is to try to understand this disparity. Sailing is not always just a simple escape from reality; I recognize the hardship, hate, and despair that is consuming so much of the world around us. Sailing helps me find a balance. As I travel, I choose to be a collector of moments that bring joy and hope. I found those moments in the nature of Los Haitises.

Along this wild shoreline, it is also possible to feel the ancient life force of the Taíno inhabitants who settled the entire island of Hispaniola 2,000 years ago. Christopher Columbus colonized the island of Hispaniola during his first voyage to the Americas in 1492. That voyage was the beginning of the end for the indigenous people. The native Taínos quickly suffered a steep population decline due to brutal enslavement, warfare, and intermixing with the Spanish colonizers.

Two hundred and fifty years later, a political division of Hispaniola occurred as France and Spain each struggled to control the island. They resolved their dispute in 1697 by splitting the island into two colonies, France holding what would be Haiti to the west and Spain taking control of the Dominican Republic to the east. Those colonial chains were finally severed on both sides of the island after two bloody wars of independence in 1804 and 1865. Haiti would eventually become the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, while the Dominican Republic developed into one of the largest economies in the region.

The Taíno indigenous people, meanwhile, were the ultimate losers in this struggle. Some 90% of Taíno civilization was lost to a European genocide of slavery and sickness. Remnants of the lost Taíno culture can still be found in the 618-square-mile Los Haitises National Park.

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We anchor the Stella Maris to explore the massive caves emerging from the limestone karsts on the rugged southern shore of the Dominican Republic’s Golfo del Samaná. Deep inside the more remote caves there are authenticated petroglyphs and pictographs dating back a thousand years. The images depict birds, whales, and, on one wall, the fading image of an ancient shaman. Sadly, where tour groups have frequented the caves, there is also graffiti and empty soda bottles.

Ginny and I hike an overgrown trail up a steep conical hillside to the ruins of a cacao, ginger, and breadfruit plantation. Nothing remains of the overgrown settlement except a lone, untethered donkey standing in a rare patch of sunlight nibbling at the subtropical understory. A critically endangered Ridgway’s Hawk watches our movement from a high branch. A tiny Vervain Hummingbird hovers near a patch of ginger. Later, I find a rock-polished donkey shoe buried in the mud of the trail.

Author Jared Diamond, Professor of Geography and Physiology at the University of California, writes that there is no simple answer to the conundrum of Hispaniola. In an interview with NPR, he said, “It’s a complex mix of history and environment, plus social and political policy.”

Flying from Miami to Santo Domingo, the border is well defined: On the Haitian side, the earth is a scorched brown with two centuries of deforestation and erosion. The Dominican side, where conservation initiatives are apparent, is a verdant green. Six months ago, the Dominican Republic and Haiti closed the land, sea, and air borders between the two countries. 

Today, gangs in Haiti surround the country’s main airport in the capital of Port-au-Prince, making it impossible for Prime Minister Ariel Henry to return to Haiti after an international trip abroad. Haiti’s most prominent gang leader, Jimmy “Barbeque” Chérizier, issued an ultimatum, warning that “if Ariel Henry does not resign … we’ll be heading straight for a civil war that will lead to genocide.”

And the moments of joy and hope? Magnificent frigatebirds spiral above the islands of Los Haitises, the chittering of black-crowned tanagers can be heard deep within the forest, and on the water, humpback whales migrating from the Arctic arrive in the spring to give birth and nurture their young in the whale sanctuary of Golfo del Samaná.

In turbulent times like these, Los Haitises can also be a sanctuary for human beings.


As always, sailing is not just about the wind and the sea; the places, the flora, fauna, and people encountered along the way are equally important.

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Let this be a time of grace and peace in our lives – Rev. John C. Baker

The Lighthouse Keepers of Bird Rock

Now an abandoned and historic relic, Bird Rock was said to have been the scene of murder, mayhem, and madness among lighthouse keepers in the 1880s. Click the play button and turn up the sound. Photos and video © Jeffrey Cardenas 2024

There are no lighthouse keepers today at Bird Rock in the southern Bahamas. However, a story still circulates of murder, mayhem, and madness at this isolated island outpost.

Constructed in 1876, the Bird Rock Lighthouse was an architectural marvel designed with a wide veranda supported by columns around the entire base of the structure. The lighthouse rises from a mass of rock offshore of Crooked and Acklins islands. In its heyday, the light and its keepers guided ships from the Americas to the Caribbean Sea and beyond. 

Still photography images by Jeffrey Cardenas photographed in 2006, video images above in 2024

According to Timothy Harrison, author and publisher of Lighthouse Digest Magazine, two British couples sailed to Bird Rock in the late 1800s to become custodians of the lighthouse. They were unprepared for the hardship and isolation of living on a rock the size of a football field. Supply vessels called on Bird Rock only twice a year. 

One of the wives, Mabel Brock, soon became ill on the island and died. No grave could be dug for Mabel because the rock was impenetrable. Her body was lowered into the sea next to the lighthouse.

Mabel’s husband, Stephen, was said to have gone crazy with grief. He accused the other couple–his cousin John and Mabel’s childhood friend Annie–of conspiring in Mabel’s death. The two men could no longer live peacefully together in the tight quarters of the lighthouse. One cousin had a machete, the other had a gun, and during a physical fight, according to this grisly yarn, the two lighthouse keepers went over the railing at the top of the lighthouse and fell 115 feet to their deaths.

Annie Bock, pregnant at the time, was the only remaining lighthouse keeper of Bird Rock. A relief ship eventually took her off the island and returned her to her home in England.

As sea stories go, this is a pretty tall tale. Author Tim Harrison writes that the initial account was based on an interview with Anna Randall Diehl, a late 1800s writer, who met Annie Bock and recorded the events. According to Harrison, the story appeared in the March 1898 edition of The Half Hour magazine published by George Munro’s Sons.

 Unfortunately (but unsurprisingly), no additional accounts of the murder, mayhem, and madness of the lighthouse keepers of Bird Rock can be found.

I want to marry a lighthouse keeper
And keep him company.
I want to marry a lighthouse keeper
And live by the side of the sea.
I’ll polish his lamp by the light of day,
So ships at night can find their way.
I want to marry a lighthouse keeper,
Won’t that be okay?

We’ll take walks along the moonlit bay,
Maybe find a treasure, too.
I’d love living in a lighthouse:
How about you?

I dream of living in a lighthouse, baby,
Every single day.
I dream of living in a lighthouse,
A white one by the bay.
So if you want to make my dreams come true,
Go be a lighthouse keeper, do!
We could live in a lighthouse,
A white one by the bay-ay-hay.

Won’t that be okay?
Ya-da ta-da-da.

“I Want to Marry a Lighthouse Keeper”–ERIKA EIGEN


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Admiral Cockburn Land and Sea National Park

A spotted eagle ray feeds along the bottom of the Admiral Cockburn Land and Sea National Park in the Turks and Caicos — Photograph © Jeffrey Cardenas

Does it really matter that the Admiral Cockburn Land and Sea National Park is named for the wrong guy?

The short answer is no. Not considering the extraordinary beauty resulting from inspired marine conservation on this isolated corner of the Turks and Caicos Islands. Designated in 1992 and only 480 acres in size, the Admiral Cockburn Land and Sea National Park supports one of the world’s few remaining healthy barrier reef systems. It is also a wetlands site important in maintaining the wild conch, lobster, and fish populations on the Caicos Banks.

A no-take zone has been established here for conch and lobster, and it has been effective. Under the hull of Flying Fish anchored off South Caicos today, there are hundreds of queen conch in the grass beds, and spiny lobster antennae stick out from under nearly every rocky ledge. I saw a mature Nassau grouper today for the first time in decades. I swam with a spotted eagle ray that was more interested in eating crustaceans than it was fearful of my presence.

Just offshore of the small fishing village of Cockburn Harbour is a reef that shows new growth of live coral and masses of tropical fish, a rare sight these days in rapidly warming seas. This coral outcropping off Cockburn Harbour is known as the Admiral’s Aquarium. The only problem is that the Admiral had nothing to do with it.

Admiral George Cockburn, who commanded ships in the Napoleonic Wars, and was responsible for the burning of Washington in the Wars of 1812, appears to have had no connection to the Turks and Caicos. His younger brother Francis, however, a Lieutenant-General in the British Army, played an important role in developing these islands. Unfortunately, Francis never received the honorarium for his efforts. History apparently confused the two men. The reef should be called the Lieutenant-General’s Aquarium.

Regardless of who deserves the credit, South Caicos and its Land and Sea National Park is a treasure, and its health and vitality is a testament that marine conservation works.


Postscript: I cannot resist noting that Admiral George Cockburn and Lieutenant-General Francis Cockburn were distant cousins of the self-proclaimed anarchist Alexander Cockburn, a radical writer who also enjoyed talking about fishing and music. Alexander Cockburn was my next-door neighbor in Key West. He wrote about Admiral George Cockburn burning the White House in his collection of essays, Corruptions of Empire.

Admiral George Cockburn burned Washington but he didn’t have anything to do with the spectacular maritime national park in South Caicos that bears his name.

This week, Flying Fish will continue its passage around the world and toward Key West. Once I’m underway, check out the passage notes on this page. Click on the box labeled “Show Legends and Blogs” for daily musings and observations at sea.


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