Secret of Survival: Fiction Based on Horseshoe Crabs

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Final Wish: To See Horseshoe Crabs Mate

Each May, the O'Connells of Kent county bring their children to my Slaughter Beach home to watch one of nature's greatest spectacles - the sight of hundreds, sometimes thousands, of horseshoe crabs mating in the moonlight on the shores of the Delaware Bay.

I'm the oldest surviving O'Connell, and the only one who knows how this family tradition began. For over 80 years, I've kept the tale of my little sister, Lizzy's, fate a secret because I thought it would be too frightening to share with the younger members of my clan. I now realize that I've done a disservice to Lizzy's memory by never talking about her.

Hospice nurses tell me my body is riddled with cancer and I won't live long enough to see the crabs mate for one last time. My granddaughter, Mary, has been taking care of me. She's agreed to type my words and try to get this story published.

First Time I Saw Horseshoe Crabs Mating

Lizzy was still inside my mother's belly the first time Mama woke me up to see the mating of the crabs. Moonlight and stars reflected off the pearly white sand and when we reached the water's edge I squealed with delight. Thousands of horseshoe crabs were riding the foamy tide, and coming onto shore in a seemingly unending line of large brown, hard-shelled bodies huddled side by side and four feet deep. Mama's tone of voice was reverent as she told me, "The crabs know that the secret of survival is to mate successfully. Nothing more, and nothing less, is required of all God's creatures."

Squatting down into the sand, she held the kerosene lantern closer to the ground so I could get a better view of one of the couples who were scrambling to find a private spot on the beach. "The female is searching for a patch of sand to lay her eggs, and the male is hanging onto her back so he can fertilize them."

"What does ferti...fertilize mean?" I stammered, sensing that a word so big must be an important one to understand and remember.

"It means he sprays them with a special seed that makes the eggs grow into babies."

"Is that how you and Pa made the baby in your tummy? He climbed on your back and fertilized you with his seed?"

Mama laughed, though I must confess that at the time, I had no idea what was so funny.

"No," she said, and told me something that was even stranger. "Pa collected a wad of spit on his tongue, stuck it in my mouth, and when I swallowed it, his seed went into my belly. When the baby gets full-sized, I'll squat down and 'poop' it out."

"Ugh, that's really sickening, Mama."

"Sure is. There's nothing glamorous about having babies. It's hard work that's best saved till you're a full-grown woman. Never let a boy get close enough to kiss you, or you'll wind up having young ones before you're ready."

Maybe Mama lied about how babies were made and born because she thought her tall tale would make me swear off boys and keep me out of trouble till I was old enough to marry, or perhaps she did it to avoid talking directly about sex. Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing why she told me something so bizarre, because she died while giving birth to little Lizzy.

Lizzy's Story

Mama's death was devastating. At first I resented Lizzy, and the fact that I was forced to feed and change her, but as she got older my little sister became a companion for me, and I enjoyed teaching her things. When she was eight, I woke her up during a full May moon and took her for a walk along the beach. I couldn't resist teasing her with Mama's fertilization story even though by then I knew how babies were really made.

When I finished Mama's tall tale, Lizzy scrunched up her nose. "That's really yucky."

I laughed at her naivety, but was sure she didn't know what was so funny.

"Has a boy ever tried to kiss you?" she asked.

The truth was that Harry Blake, the boy who lived next door, had made out with me between the sand dunes last summer, and his kisses had been wildly exciting and enjoyable until he'd stuck his tongue inside my mouth. I gagged and pushed him away, screaming that he'd have to marry me because he'd made me pregnant.

"You can't be pregnant. We haven't done anything yet!"

"But you stuck your tongue in my mouth."

"So? I'd have to stick my penis someplace else to make you pregnant."

I turned crimson and was too embarrassed to ask him to specify where.

Later on I'd asked my girlfriend where a man's penis has to go to make you pregnant, and I finally learned the facts of life. Of course, I couldn't tell Lizzy any of this, and I invented a tall tale of my own to answer her question.

"Yeah, Harry Blake tried to kiss me by the willow tree in back of the schoolhouse last year, but I kicked him in the shins, and ran away before he got close enough to spit. There's no way I'm having babies before I'm ready. I changed enough of your stinky diapers to know it's no fun having babies when you're just a kid yourself."

This time Lizzy knew I was teasing her and she giggled.

Just then a large wave flipped over a group of crabs. "Help me turn them back onto their bellies, or they'll die," I told her.

 

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The Fateful Storm

We worked so hard righting the crabs that we didn't notice that a storm was coming in until a bolt of lightning flashed above the bay. Past experience told me we had only a few minutes before the storm would be directly overhead, and I grabbed Lizzy and started running back toward the house. We'd gone a short distance when sheets of black water erupted from the ominous sky. Barely able to see, Lizzy and I both tripped over a piece of driftwood, and like a log being split apart by the blade of an axe, we fell in opposite directions.

The lantern flew out of my hand and the rain completely extinguished its flame. I desperately flailed around in the darkness trying to find Lizzy, but couldn't make contact with her. In between long rumbles of thunder, I heard her crying out for help, but the swirling howl of the wind scattered the direction of her cries, totally disorienting me. Suddenly a blinding flash of light illuminated her small body and her chilling scream raised the hair on my arms. A second later a powerful force hurled me to the ground and knocked me unconscious.

When I woke up, the sun was shining directly into my eyes, and I saw Lizzy floating above my head. I knew that what I was seeing couldn't be real, but I was still too dazed to make sense of it.

"Come down before you get hurt," I said.

"Look Jenny, I can fly." she giggled, apparently delighted by her newfound ability to soar. Spreading her arms like the wings of an eagle or perhaps more fittingly, of an angel, she floated so high that she melted into the sun.

"Lizzy," I screamed, sure that the sun would incinerate her if she stayed up there too long. "Come back down to earth right this minute!"

I didn't realize that I was hallucinating until Doc Wilson's face came into view and eclipsed the sun. I noticed that the dark circles around the orbits of his sepia-colored eyes made him look like a black-eyed raccoon, and started to laugh so hard that I could barely catch my breath.

"Hush, child. Lizzy's with God now, and your Mama's there with her."

It was then that I understood that Lizzy had died, and I became so hysterical that Doc Wilson had to give me something to calm me down.


Horseshoe Crabs Know Secret of Survival

Over the course of the next few months, I physically recovered from being struck by lightning, but it took much longer to heal the emotional wounds that the ordeal left on my soul. Doc Wilson, Parson Thorne, Harry Blake, and most everyone else I knew, said it was a miracle that I'd survived, but to me, it felt more like a curse, especially when Pa, who had never remarried after Mama died, committed suicide.

For a long time, I felt depressed and wished that God had taken me instead of Lizzy. I was an orphan, and Harry's parents kindly took me in. I still let Harry kiss me on the sand dunes because I needed to be held, but his kisses no longer made my heart sing. When we turned 17, he asked me to marry him, and I agreed because I felt that being married would give me some security.

Though it wasn't common practice back then, I kept my maiden name after the wedding. I told Harry it was all I had left of my family, and he seemed to understand. Harry was a kind man, but he was obsessed with sex back then and didn't much care what I did, as long as I let him make love to me every night. By the time I was 18, I was pregnant with our first child.

Harry was excited about the prospect of having a baby, but I was troubled. I went for long walks on Slaughter Beach. One day the words Mama had spoken about the crabs came to me as if they were a whisper from Mama herself. They skimmed along the tops of the gentle waves, and were balm to my wounded soul: "The crabs know that the secret of survival is to mate successfully."

At that moment, I realized that the spirits of Mama, Lizzy, and even Pa, still lived on within the child that was growing inside me. It was an epiphany that made me vow to have as many babies as I could, and the heavy veil of depression that had distorted my vision for so long was finally lifted.

Since then, I've endured many hardships, but our family has been the glue that's held me together and made my life worthwhile. I'm ready to die now, and am actually looking forward to being reunited with Harry, Lizzy, Mama and Pa, and 3 of my 8 children who have passed to the other side.

Epilogue: Moonlight Magic

Grandma Jenny died several weeks after telling me this story, but something eerie, yet fantastic, happened at Slaughter Beach the next time my family came to watch the crabs mate.

Grandma Jenny's last wish was to have her ashes scattered in the Delaware Bay.

At the precise moment that I threw her remains in the air, black clouds rolled across the moon, and wind rumbled over the water, frightening the children as it quickly grew into great claps of thunder.

Sure that a storm was imminent, we all sought shelter in Grandma Jenny's house. I made hot cocoa for the children and looked outside the window to see if it was raining. To my amazement, the moon was as bright as a molten sphere of glass twirling on the tip of a glass blower's pole. Several of my cousins went back outside with me and the only sounds we heard was the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the shoreline.

We turned our heads up to the heavens and the stars looked like a thousand lighthouses blinking down on us. There wasn't a single trace of the storm clouds that had filled the sky just a few moments earlier.

That was when we knew that the spirit of our beloved Grandma Jenny would always be with us.

Dupont Nature Center at the Mispillion Harbor

DuPont Nature Center offers one of the best viewing areas for spawning horseshoe crabs and migratory shorebirds during the peak season.
DuPont Nature Center offers one of the best viewing areas for spawning horseshoe crabs and migratory shorebirds during the peak season. | Source

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Sunnie Day 5 years ago

Dear Happybommer nurse..your story touched me so much. I remember the first time I heard from you on hubs..you and will star were my first readers..Is this true you have cancer? My heart is deeply saddened. Please keep in touch if you are able. I will be here as well. Many prayers.

Love,

Sunnie


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Oh Sunnie Day, you are so sweet and I'm glad you enjoyed this short story. Fortunately, it is a work of FICTION (written in first person so I guess that will be very confusing to readers) and I do not have cancer.

Thanks for your concern and support. It's greatly appreciated.


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BobbiRant 5 years ago from New York

A great story. I enjoyed it very much. Wonderful and heart wrenching tale. Yes, I thought it was you too, but then remembered you said based on fiction and some crab truth. Loved it.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Thanks so much for the positive review, BobbiRant, it's greatly appreciated. Glad you liked it.

I ordered your new novel, Steve and Lacey, from Amazon.com yesterday and am looking forward to its arrival. Plan to read it at Slaughter Beach while the crabs are mating (smile).


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

Oh my goodness..well thank God..So happy it is not true..lovely story, enjoyed it very much.

Sunnie


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Pamela99 5 years ago from United States

This story was very entertaining. I'm glad to know you don't have cancer as I thought you were serious. I would love to see the crabs mate at midnight. What a very neat story. Voted up/beautiful.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Hi Pamela99,

The mating of the crabs is an awesome sight on a moonlit night and heightens one's appreciation of nature. Hope you do get to witness it one day.

Thanks for the kind comment and vote up. It's greatly appreciated.


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Stephanie Henkel 5 years ago from USA

Hello Happy, I've seen many horseshoe crabs on the beaches, and I'd love to see them come in to mate. It must be an incredible sight. I loved your story.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Hi Stephanie.

Thanks so much for the feedback, Stephanie.

The first time I saw horseshoe crabs was when we moved to Delaware a decade ago and their dead bodies, lying upside down were strewn across Slaughter Beach. I then read up on them and learned that even in death, they play a huge role in the food chain because migrating birds feast on their carcasses.

While reading, I learned about the mating spectacle that occurs during the full moon each May. It really is an incredible sight, and some of the horseshoe crabs can be saved by carefully flipping them back over if they get capsized and stranded in the sand. They can turn themselves over while the waves are still washing over them, but when the tide goes back out they die if they're still lying on their backs.


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Peggy W 5 years ago from Houston, Texas

What an incredible story! You are a terrific writer! I also enjoyed the video showing the horseshoe crabs. Up and beautiful.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Thanks so much for your ongoing support, Peggy. It really means a lot to me. Glad you liked the story and the video.


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katiem2 5 years ago from I'm outta here

What a cool bit of information on horseshoe crabs and their mating rituals. Great read, very interesting. :) Katie


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Hi Katiem, Thanks so much for taking time to read my hub and leave a comment. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.


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Denise Handlon 5 years ago from North Carolina

Loved the story! Thought it was 'real' at first and had to go back to read 'fictional'. Rated up and awesome!


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Thanks for the feedback Denise. You really made my day, and I appreciate all the support you've given me.

Glad you liked my horseshoe story. I could so vividly imagine myself as the heroine because I cared for so many elderly, terminally ill clients during my home care years and I always loved the stories they'd tell me about their youth.


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Healing Touch 5 years ago from Minnetonka, MN

Happyboomernurse.

Great short story. You had me in tears. Keep doing these, they are great.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Thanks so much for the positive feedback and encouragement, Healing Touch. It really means a lot to me as I admire your own writing. I noticed that we both like to add some paranormal elements to our stories. It's the mysteries of life, and our connection to each other and the world beyond that I find most fascinating.


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prasetio30 5 years ago from malang-indonesia

I love this story. Thanks for writing this and share with us. You always do the best. Rated up!

Prasetio


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Hi Prasetio,

Your kind comments and ongoing support mean a lot to me. Thanks so much for the rate up!


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acaetnna 5 years ago from Guildford

What a totally neat story. I loved reading it together with those amazing comments. Up and pressing your buttons too.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Hi Acaetnna,

Thanks so much for taking time to read my story and provide feedback. I really appreciate the rate up. You really made my day.


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Dolores Monet 5 years ago from East Coast, United States

Beautiful story. I'd love to go up to Slaughter's Beach and see the horse shoe crabs. I hear that thousands of birds show up at that time too. It must be quite a sight.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Hi Dolores Monet,

Yes, it's awesome for anyone who loves being at a quiet bayside beach and who is a nature lover or bird watcher. There's also a new pavillion and bathroom facilities next to the Slaughter Beach Fire House, plus free parking. This is a quiet beach, no commercial boardwalk or restaurants, but the town of Milford DE is only 6 miles away and has quite a few places to eat, plus a beautiful historic section with Riverwalk.

Thanks for taking time to read my story and leave a comment. Glad you liked it.


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Dolores Monet 5 years ago from East Coast, United States

Southern Delaware is a great place. You are near the bay and the ocean, the wetlands are beautiful, and the historic homes are so lovely. This is a must go on trip for me.


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agusfanani 5 years ago from Indonesia

A very interesting story.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Welcome, Agusfanani.

Glad you enjoyed this story and I appreciate you taking time to leave a comment.


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b. Malin 5 years ago

What a Wonderful, well written story Happyboomemurse. I really became immersed in it. So many will now go to Slaughter Beach to witness this event. I too live on the Jersey Shore and now understand the Horseshoe Crabs Mating scene. Two Thumbs Up, my friend.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Thanks so much b. Malin,

So glad you liked my story about horseshoe crabs and also about living a good life with family and extended family. Nothing like being together in nature. Hope you do get to make a visit during mating season. From the tender way you write about all creatures, I think you'd love it. I so adore, and can relate to, your own fiction. Thanks for the vote up. It's greatly appreciated. Hope you have a wonderful holiday weekend.


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Patty Inglish, MS 5 years ago from North America

Nice story with a great message of comfort and hope. Up and awesome!


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Thanks so much Patty Inglish, I really appreciate your feedback and vote up and am glad you liked the message of comfort and hope.


Wendy 5 years ago

Wow....tears on my cheeks after reading your beautiful story..


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Welcome Wendy,

Thanks so much for reading my story and taking time to leave a comment. I'm glad you enjoyed it.


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Oh, this is a beautiful tale of love, loss, grief, love come full circle. The innocence of children is so sweet and I am so glad Jenny had peace. I love happy endings. Thanks so much. HB


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina Author

Thank you Hypenbird, for supporting my writing. I'm partial to happy endings too, as there's already enough misery in this world. That's one of the reasons I've been so enthralled with your childhood stories and adventures- you write with humor and manage to capture childhood innocence in your tales.

Glad you enjoyed this short story.

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