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Black Flag of the North

Bartholomew Roberts, King of the Atlantic Pirates

by Victor Suthren

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category: History
published: 2018
publisher: Dundurn Press
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The incredible story of the “King of the Pirates,” who burst from the waters of early Canada to become a terror of the seas.

He was tall, dark, and handsome, he wore fine velvets and lace, and in four tumultuous years he tore the guts out of the Atlantic. Bartholomew Roberts took over four hundred ships and rarely lost a fight at sea in his short, spectacular reign. Black Flag of the North tells the story of Roberts’s dramatic life, from his boyhood in rural South Wales through his days at sea in the slave trade. He set the Atlantic aflame from the Grand Banks to Brazil, and by blood and fire won his reputation as the fearless and feared king of the pirates.

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In Pembrokeshire, in the wet and windy southwest corner of Wales, there stood in the last decades of the seventeenth century a small, impoverished village of a few houses with the unexpectedly grand name of Castell Newydd Bach, or Little Newcastle. Home to Welsh-speaking cattle herders of the green hills not far from the growing village of Haverfordwest, and, six miles farther south, the port of Milford Haven on its estuary leading to the Irish Sea, it was the unremarkable birthplace of a baby boy on May 17, 1682.
That small, squalling bundle occasioned little more in its anxious parents than gratitude that both mother and child had survived the rigours of the birth and gloomy awareness that, by the dreadful standards of mortality of the late seventeenth century, the child stood a fifty percent chance of not living past the age of three, and even less of reaching adulthood. The parents need not have worried: their lusty-lunged little son, christened John Robert or Roberts, would not only survive, but grow to strapping six-foot manhood and on faraway seas become the most feared and successful — if the word is appropriate — open-ocean pirate of the age. And it would be in what later became Canadian waters that he seized the tools that would have him appear out of the north in this role as uncrowned but de facto king of the Atlantic pirates.
In a brief, incandescent career from 1718 to 1722, he would take more than 450 ships and bring West Indian and African trade virtually to a standstill before dying in a hail of Royal Navy gunfire.
Yet there was little in the boy’s background to suggest not an obscure life in the little houses and rain-soaked hills of Little Newcastle, but an eventual bloody career as a criminal terror of the seas. His father, identified as such in the Pembrokeshire Hearth Tax lists of 1670, was most probably known as George Robert — the change in spelling to Roberts, a common Welsh name, would come later.1 His mother’s name is unknown.
The little village was fervently religious in the manner of the rural Welsh, possibly adhering to the Calvinist rigour of the small Baptist community that had established itself in South Wales in the 1640s. That faith had to struggle to survive in the face of various Acts of Parliament intended to enforce the superiority of the Church of England. The villagers clung doggedly to their abstemious faith, the one small chapel “of the very meanest fashion” a centrepiece of the tiny community. And while English was increasingly the dominant language along the more populous coast to the south, the spare, devout lives of the Little Newcastle people were spent in a grimly surviving Welsh culture.
That is not to say that the Robert family were struggling paupers: there was at least home ownership, which made them akin to the English yeomen class. As historian Richard Sanders has expressed it, it was a status of “middle class, but in the context of a backward, rural society that was poor even by the standards of late seventeenth-century Britain.”2
It was not an auspicious entry for the newest member of the Robert family, but the boy’s later career as an otherwise-ruthless high-seas pirate would always be marked by a puritanical personal restraint and religiosity that had its roots in the dim, fervent world of rural faith in which he was raised.
The nature of life for the poor Welsh was only marginally different from what it had been in the Middle Ages: subsistence farming and animal husbandry tied to the ebb and flow of the seasons, and now marked by a reticence and suspicion of the non-Welsh who increasingly were settling the Pembrokeshire coast. Historian R.J. Hammond observes:

There was one small part of the Principality whose history branches off in Norman times — that part of southern Pembrokeshire known as “Little England Beyond Wales.” This is where the followers of William the Conqueror had some success and they settled their tiny gains with Flemings, refugees from the flooding of the Low Countries. They were reinforced in the time of Henry the Second who brought Flemish soldiers to settle in Wales and interspersed them with Englishmen in order that they should learn to speak English.3

There is an image of the South Welsh that persists from that age: a short, stocky people of swarthy, almost Mediterranean appearance — the “Silures” of the Romans — keeping to their valleys and uplands in ever more heightened suspicion of the English after the great Civil War, when the Welsh had remained largely Royalist, sustained by their nonetheless Nonconformist faith and the unfathomable intricacies of their ancient language: a musical, poetic, darkly serious people with a deep historical sense of loss, an enduring resilience in the face of hardship and want, and their suspicions of the tan-haired strangers on the coast. It was a close, emotional tribal culture akin to that of Scots Highland clans or the wild countrymen of Ireland, and to a lad of modest means it was also characterized by an outdoor life of physical harshness that would go a long way to prepare him for the rigours of the sea. George Owen, a member of modest Welsh gentry at the time, is quoted by Richard Sanders:

I have by good account numbered 3,000 young people to be brought up continually in herding of cattle within this shire who are put to this idle education when they are first come to be ten or twelve years of age — They are forced to endure the heat of the sun in his greatest extremity, to parch and burn their faces, hands, legs, feet and breasts, in such sort as they seem more like tawny Moors than people of this land, and then the cold, frost, snow, hail, rain and wind. They are so tormented, having the skin of their legs, hands, face and feet all in chinks and chaps.4

The influence of religion in the shaping of young Roberts — for such we may begin to call him — is markedly similar to the preparation of another extraordinary seafarer who would emerge decades later, and go on to greater notice, albeit of a markedly different and admired kind: Pacific navigator James Cook. Cook spent much of his formative youth in the company of Yorkshire Quakers, and it was noted of him during his later remarkable voyages of discovery that he was never known to have succumbed to the allure of rum — unlike almost anyone who sailed with him — nor did he share in the sexual contact with Pacific island women when his crews did, virtually to a man. Roberts would be marked by the same restraint, even as he led crews of hardened men characterized by almost no restraint at all. For Roberts, as for Cook, there would be no drunken revels or sexual profligacy, and if both men came to this remarkable restraint due to the strong role religion played in their lives, it would give them incalculable strength through social distance in their leadership of their rough-hewn men. That one bound himself by a sense of duty to the legalities of society and the other set himself at war with those legalities does not mask that they approached the tricky business of leading men in harsh pursuits from the same place. One would die respected and honoured, destined for an admiral’s flag and a knighthood, had he lived; the other died reviled as a criminal, and destined to the shame of the gibbet, had he lived to be captured. But both men had the qualities of which leadership is made, in remarkably similar ways.
For the Welsh, the slow progress into a resolute Protestantism was aided by the 1588 translation of the Bible into Welsh, and the efforts of the Welsh Tudor Elizabeth I to ensure Catholicism would not dominate Britain. That struggle would not be resolved until the “Great Revolution” of 1688, but, during the 1640s and 1650s, and the struggles of the bitter Civil War, the Welsh were paradoxically dogged supporters of the Crown. By 1647, though, the parliamentary army had crushed dissent in both North and South Wales. The exception would be the town of Pembroke, near Milford Haven, which remained a lonely outpost of parliamentary support — and with likely an English rather than a Welsh mentality. Why the Welsh embraced Nonconformist religion, much like the men of Parliament, yet remained suspicious of their motives, and, like the Loyalists of the American Revolution, “would rather be governed by one tyrant three thousand miles away than three thousand tyrants one mile away,” may have its roots in the same Celtic survival mentality that characterized both the Irish and the Highland Scots. Whatever its effect, it gave young John Roberts a unique, almost tribal sense of differing identity in the British world, and seems to have anchored it with an abstemious religiosity in his personal ways even as he led amoral and bloodthirsty “lost” men in a fiery career of theft, destruction, and violence: a life of being, in a very real sense, an outsider at war with all the world.
How a cattle-herding boy of the Welsh hinterland could become the seaman and leader he did is subject to much speculation, as almost no records exist of the period between his birth in 1682 and his reappearance at sea in his mid-thirties as a capable open-ocean mariner. With Milford Haven within walking distance of his village and the increasing pace of shipping offering much to entice a likely lad beyond the mucking-out of byres, it may be that, again like James Cook, who fled his barnyard boyhood to follow the sea, Roberts — we can begin calling him Bartholomew, as he seems to have been known at sea — came to the coast to seek his fortune afloat.
Already a strapping six-footer, in contrast to the short stature so common in South Wales then, he would have stood out as a prime candidate for an apprenticeship as a seaman in one of the many coastal vessels sailing from Milford Haven. Roberts appears years later, in 1718, as a capable Second or Third Mate of a 140-ton slaver — one account claims him to be a carpenter, a valuable man on any wooden ship — and the question arises whether he had grown to manhood with his evident skills solely in the grim world of the slave ship.5

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Contributor notes

Victor Suthren is a writer and historian with a special interest in maritime history. A former director general of the Canadian War Museum, he lives in Merrickville, Ontario.

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Editorial Review

Black Flag of the North provides a good overview of the period, while succinctly entertaining readers with the meteoric rise and fall of the man often referred to as ‘King of the Pirates.'

— Privates and Privateers blog
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Victor Suthren is a writer and historian with a special interest in maritime history. A former director general of the Canadian War Museum, he lives in Merrickville, Ontario.

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