Wreck of the Green Arrow and a Lost Dog

Fri, 09/23/2022 - 3:45pm

It was a cold, clear December morning on Block Island, the year 1996. At the morning coffee group at that time at Bethany’s Airport Diner, talk of a night wreck below the bluffs just around the bend from the Southeast Light to the east was in discussion. Apparently a well-equipped fishing dragger ran aground under full power onto the rocks below Whale Swamp Road and in what is called Cat Rock Cove. For whatever reason and probably on autopilot and a clear night sky, Block Island jumped into its way. The huge steel ship impaled itself onto a huge pointed rock rupturing its hull and fuel tank to a point where it could not be pulled away. Oh, but they tried with
tugs and long lines over the next few days. Whatever fish were in the fish wells, and apparently they were full, were salvaged in tubs. The only way out was up a steep embankment close to 200 feet in a ravine to the top of the bluff and in the dark. The crew survived but a dog was lost.
My wife and our two children walked out to the wreck that early morning by way of the beach in back of St. Andrew Church. The wreck was already awash in surf and sand and breaking apart. There was no sign of anyone. A strong stench of diesel permeated the air. A sad picture of what was once a beautiful fishing vessel now destined to the ravages of the sea.
We ended our walk down at the town dock and ferry dock as the first ferry boat of the day was soon to arrive. My daughter said to me, “Dad, there is a grown man sitting over there crying,” something children don’t normally see. Sure enough, there he was sitting on a bench, a member of the ill-fated crew, all wet and covered in diesel fuel crying his eyes out. The word was that he lost his dog to the battering surf in the night wreck. I had no explanation for my daughter, that is until across the parking lot, and running full speed, a dog soaked, wet and covered in diesel fuel ran to the crying man on the bench, tail in full wag. The man
picked up that big dog and hugged him tight, carrying him onto the ferry. How he survived the wreck and how he found his master two miles away is a mystery. But animals and mystery go hand and hand as it does on Beacon Hollow Farm. If you love them they will find you and won’t leave your side.