Promised Land: Fire & Water – From Mount Breckan to SS Waratah

Inspired by Max’s blog called ‘Old Steam Ships’.
This is my fiction story combined with facts about
four passengers on board the doomed SS Waratah.

The fire had taken everything …. the great house, the library, the good china Agnes had carried from Edinburgh forty years before. Mount Breckan still smelled of char in her memory when she and Dolly boarded the Waratah at Port Adelaide in July of 1909. Agnes told herself they were going forward, not fleeing. Gertrude needed them in London; a new baby was coming. Life, however diminished, was insisting on itself.

She had the manuscript, at least. Three hundred pages tucked in a leather satchel, The Modern Canaan, her comparison of settlers and wanderers, people who carry their homelands inside them because no geography will hold them properly. After eighteen ocean crossings, Agnes understood this better than most.

She recognized the Braggs from the maiden voyage the previous year …. the Professor tall and slightly distracted, his son Lawrence a lean twenty-year-old with watchful eyes and the habit of carrying a small notebook. On that first crossing, the boy had spent hours on deck measuring something, comparing something, always comparing. His father had explained it to her over dinner one evening: they were studying how crystals revealed the structure of matter, how the invisible could be read through what it left behind. Agnes had thought immediately of archaeology. Of grief.

On this second voyage, Lawrence found Dolly at the stern railing on the second morning out of Port Adelaide, watching the wake dissolve into the Southern Ocean. They fell into conversation the way young people do when the usual social architecture has been stripped away by open water. Dolly was thirty-one, sharp-minded, not beautiful in the conventional sense but interesting in the way that tends to last. Lawrence was twenty years old and brilliant in the way that does not yet know what to do with itself.

“Your mother writes,” he said. It wasn’t a question; he’d seen her at the desk in the first-class salon each morning.

“She’s comparing Australia to the Promised Land,” Dolly said. “I’m not sure either place comes off very well.”

He laughed. She did not expect him to laugh. She liked it.

Agnes observed them from her deck chair without appearing to, the way mothers learn. She found the Braggs good company…. the elder was serious but warm, a man of Adelaide like her late husband, and he spoke of his physics with the same quiet conviction Alexander had brought to the land. They were men who believed in what they could prove and yet suspected there was more.

The Waratah rounded the Cape and moved up the African coast. Agnes was on the final chapter. The ship rolled in a way she hadn’t noticed before, a low, patient listing, as though it were thinking about something. She held the manuscript pages flat with her forearm as she wrote.

On the evening of the twenty-sixth, off Durban, the sky behind them turned a color she had no word for …. not red, not violet, something older than either. She stood at the railing until Dolly came to find her.

“Come in, Mother. The weather’s turning.”

Agnes looked back once at the darkening water, at the wake vanishing behind them as all wakes do, as though the ship had never passed at all.

“Yes,” she said. “All right.”

She tucked the manuscript under her arm and followed her daughter inside.

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Nancy’s Notes: This is a work of fiction combined with fact. Agnes Grant Hay and her daughter Helen “Dolly” Hay, and all others aboard the SS Waratah were never seen again. The ship disappeared off the South African coast on July 27, 1909. However, it is of importance to note that Professor William Bragg and son Lawrence Bragg were passengers on the maiden voyage of SS Waratah; they were not on board during this trip when the ship was lost. Father and son went on to win the Nobel Prize for Physics in 1915; Lawrence Bragg was 25 years old …. the youngest Nobel laureate in science to this day.

This is “Nautical Disaster” by The Tragically Hip

SS Waratah: Australia’s missing ship

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