|Adapted from Wikimedia Commons|
"Everything is in flames, — the sky with lightning, — the water with luminous particles, and even the very masts are pointed with a blue flame."
"... sometime I'ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join."
"About, about, in reel and rout, The death fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white."
The tale of a blue-white ghostly glow appearing on a dark and stormy night is littered throughout our history and story books. What's remarkable is the uniformity of the account: often during a thunderstorm, an eerie blue flame would appear and disappear on the tips of ship masts and yet would not burn.
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