Sinking of the SS Central America

Nine tons of gold. Nearly five hundred passengers. A hurricane powerful enough to turn a luxury-leaning paddle steamer into driftwood. We’re telling the story of the SS Central America, the 1857 shipwreck that wasn’t just a tragedy at sea, but a shockwave that hit the American economy when the country could least afford it.

We start with the strange reality of Gold Rush wealth: if you struck it rich in California, your “bank account” might be literal metal you had to move yourself. That’s why the Panama route mattered, and why the Central America sailed packed with newly rich miners and a massive gold shipment bound for New York banks. Then the barometer drops, the waves rise, and Captain William Herndon faces the nightmare scenario: water in the engine room, furnaces going out, paddle wheels slowing, and a ship turned broadside to the Atlantic.

From bucket brigades to lifeboats, we follow the decisions that bought minutes and cost lives, including the haunting debate over whether dumping gold could save the ship. After the sinking, we connect the dots to the Panic of 1857, one of the first major global financial crises, and then jump forward more than a century to the wreck’s rediscovery, treasure recovery, and the legal chaos that followed, including the Tommy Thompson saga and the money that still seems to have vanished.

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Transcript

Millionaires And Moving Gold

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Everybody wants to be a millionaire. Although, being a millionaire today isn't quite the same as being a millionaire a hundred years ago, or even further back in time, like in the 1800s. For starters, today most people have never physically seen a million dollars, or even have to worry about where their money is. But back in the 1800s, in America there was less than 20 millionaires by the mid-1800s. A number that would swell to over 4,000 by the 1890s due largely to the gold rush. And back then, if you were to move from the east coast to the west, chasing all that gold and under hills, well, banks and lines of credit weren't much of a thing on the west coast. So you had to physically move your money with you, which meant moving large, heavy quantities of gold. And since going cross country took around five months and was filled with danger, everything from having to float across rivers, the extreme risk of dying from dysentery, getting snowed in in the mountains and eaten by your neighbors, and along with random Indian attacks, it was much safer to sail down to Panama on a steamship, travel over land, and catch another steamship up to California. This typically took less than a month, making it the more popular option, albeit the more expensive one. The one downside to this though was if something happened and the ship sank, you could lose your entire fortune, even if you managed to survive the shipwreck. Like what happened in September of 1857 when the SS Central America sank 200 miles off the coast of South Carolina. So, what happened?

The SS Central America Tease

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I'm Andrew, and this is History's A Disaster. Tonight we're diving into the sinking of the SS Central America. At the time, the worst maritime accident in American history. Not just for the lives lost, but what it meant for the American economy. And tonight's

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A Steamer Built For Profit

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The SS Central America was a 280 foot long panel steamer that operated between Panama and the eastern US coast in the eighteen fifties. It was built in 1853 and owned and operated by the United States Mail Steamship Company. They had the Central America specifically built for the extremely lucrative New York to Panama route. While they held the contract to carry mail between New York and Panama, the payout from the contract didn't really cover much more than the operating cost. What made this route so lucrative was the passengers. Well paying passengers were eager and willing to pay top dollar to take the much shorter and safer route to reach California. So they built this Central America to fall somewhere between a cargo hauler and a luxury liner. More than just a cargo ship, but not quite a cruise ship. The first class cabins were decked out with imported mahogany. The grand staircase had brass railings polished daily by the ship's stewards. Its dining hall could seat over one hundred passengers at a time, and there would be plenty of passengers taking the ship. It could hold five hundred passengers total and ran with a crew of one hundred and one. On

Passengers Return With Gold Fortunes

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september third, eighteen fifty seven, four hundred and seventy seven passengers boarded the Central America and Panama, eager for the return trip to New York. Most of them had spent the previous years working the gold mines of California and were returning home with their fortunes. The ship itself was also returning to New York, carrying nine tons of gold, nearly two million dollars worth in eighteen fifty seven, destined for banks around New York and the surrounding area. Now, there are different reports on exactly how much it was carrying. Some say the number was closer to 20 tons. But nine tons seems to be the most common figure. Either way, it was a shit ton of gold all in one location. Now, as long as they hit good weather, they could be in New York in less than twelve days. This would be a long and boring trip. This was no carnival cruise. Other than some musicians, there was no sort of onboard entertainment. All they had to pass the time on board was reading, which really doesn't sound too bad, or spending time in the bar drinking and socializing with the other passengers, which sounds like a nightmare to me. Bunch of newly rich men talking about gold and whatever other boring ass shit they talked about in the eighteen hundreds. At least they would have good weather for the first few days. They were making good time heading north after a quick stop off in Havana. Stokers below decks shoveled coal from the coal bunkers into the boilers, driving the ship onwards.

A Falling Barometer And Rising Seas

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Unknown to most of the passengers and crew, Captain William Herndon was watching the barometer steadily drop, a sure sign that bad weather was coming. But as an experienced former Navy officer, he wasn't that concerned about it. It's that time of year on the Atlantic and he's weathered many storms before, so he's pretty confident they had nothing to worry about. But by september ninth, the second day after leaving Havana, the barometer is still falling. Clouds gathered ominously overhead as the winds picked up speed. Captain Herndon kept his calm about him and did everything he could to calm everyone down. But as day turned to night, the night sky was lit up by lightning in the distance. The crew was ordered to get to work tightening down what they could and securing hatches as the clouds towered overhead, lit up by the increasing lightning strikes. The previously calm passengers started to worry as the ship started to roll. The ocean waves are getting bigger and rocking the ship up and down as it tries to make its way north. But they would make it through the night. A little uneasy, but nothing too horrible happened. The large thirty foot wide paddle wheels on both sides of the ship kept churning through the water, propelling the ship through the deep swells. Inside, the passengers tried to get back to normal and push on, hopeful that the voyage was almost over. They were now roughly 200 miles off the coast of South Carolina. Beneath their feet in the cargo hold, wooden boxes and canvas sacks of gold sat stacked up in neat little rows, a promise of financial wealth and stability just waiting to be delivered. This cargo had to make it to New York. The country was already heading into a severe recession. Trust in the dollar was getting flimsy, and the country was on the verge of a financial panic. A fresh influx of millions of dollars worth of gold would go a long way to calming everything down and restoring trust in the dollar. Despite Captain Herndon's calm demeanor and reassurances, the weather outside is getting worse. The waves are getting bigger. The smell of rain lingers in the air. But another day turns to night and the passengers get on with trying to enjoy the trip. Being inside, they miss the lightning flickering in the dark gray sky, the sudden increase in the wind. All the signs that they are about to sail into a class two hurricane.

Hurricane Warnings Turn Real

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Morning came with a gray sky and Captain Herndon ordered the lifeboat to be checked and to secure the deck cargo. The waves are rocking the ship harder. Unsecured items in the cabins are thrown around the room with the violent motions caused by the swells slamming into the ship. A sense of unease spreads through everyone aboard, but the steam engines kept the wheels spinning, pushing the ship ever northward. By the afternoon, the sky had darkened, a fine mist had begun falling, the air was damp and chilly. A few passengers braided the deck to watch the gathering storm. Some returned to their cabins to ride it out while watching over their own personal stash of gold. Others gathered in the saloon to drink and listen to the musicians play something a little upbeat to try to brighten the mood that had fallen over the ship. In the engine room below, the Stokers worked in the extreme heat to keep the boilers fed. They can't let up. In a storm, if they were to lose pressure and the engines faltered, it could prove disastrous for the ship.

Flooding Furnaces And Engine Failure

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As night begins to fall, the wind is howling over the ship. Torrential rainfall hammers the siding. The bow of the Central America rises high in the air as it rides over the top of a wave, just to be slammed back down into the water again. Captain Herndon calls an impromptu meeting with his officers to prepare for the worst. He knows they're sailing into a hurricane and they need to prepare the lifeboats and keep everyone below decks. As night falls, they're hit with the first truly violent winds of the hurricane. The ship is tilted violently to starboard. The paddle wheels struggle against the strain of the wind. Lightning flashes across the sky, highlighting the massive waves surrounding the ship. Thunder booms and rolls across the sky. The rain slams into the ship nonstop. The wooden ship creaks under the immense pressure of the hurricane. The vast wealth in the holds is forgotten as they find themselves more concerned with surviving the night. Sailors on deck fight back against the wind in the rain to secure loose ropes and lash down the lifeboats, securing them to the deck. They're fully in the grip of the hurricane. The ship is tossed around the ocean, riding over the swells before slamming back down again over and over. The wind and the rain shreds the sails. The waves crash over the sides of the ship. Water finds its way through cracks and vents to the engine room, hissing and turning to steam as it hits the blazing hot furnaces. Another wave and another crash over the ship. Water floods into the forward compartments. The crew tries desperately to pump it out. They have to stem the tide. If the engines go out, they'll be dead in the water, completely at the mercy of the winds and the waves. They fight desperately to get the water out, but the storm proves too much and outpaces their efforts. The water levels just continue to rise, stuffing out each furnace one by one. As the engines start to fail, the paddle wheels slow and the ship loses momentum, and still, the storm doesn't relent. With the loss of forward momentum, the waves turn the ship. The Central America, no longer cutting through the waves, is now turned broadside to them, completely exposed to the full fury of the sea. The waves slam into her over and over. The ship shakes violently. Crates break free and smash across the deck. A light boat is torn free and tossed into the water, never to be seen again. Passengers cling to whatever they could hold on to as the world is shaking down around them. Survival, the only thing on their minds. With the pumps below decks failing to keep up and a last ditch effort to save the ship, Captain Herndon orders the crew to form bucket brigades. They form lines, passing buckets full of seawater up to the deck and the empty bucket back down again. They tossed bucket after bucket back into the sea. They worked through the night, they worked until they couldn't work anymore and collapsed from exhaustion. The hurricane beats down on them relentlessly. Thirty foot tall waves slam into the ship endlessly. Members of the crew on deck are washed away with the waves. The ship lists further and further to starboard as more water fills it. The pumps and the buckets just can't keep up with an ocean of water being thrown at them. Lanterns in the ship begin to die out, plunging the ship into total darkness, broken only by the flashes of lightning. Below them, in the engine room, the final furnace falls silent. The paddle wheels cease to turn and they're now completely dead in the water. The only thing protecting the lives of the crew and passengers is the wooden hull that's already taking a beating from the violence of the hurricane. Still, Captain Herndon moves amongst them, trying to keep them calm in the face of the storm, offering many words of assurance. The night wears on. Men collapse, exhausted at the pumps, their arms are no longer able to move another bucket. The ship rolls and lists in the waves, caught firmly in the grip of the storm. And then

Eye Of The Storm Desperation

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the morning of the tenth comes. The winds die down and a calm settles over the ship. Passengers look out from their cabins. The wind has calmed, but the sea still remains rough. The waters boil with foam as the ship rolls with the waves. They're passing through the eye of the storm. The relative calmness after a night filled with terror will be short lived. Captain Herndon keeps the calm, telling them as long as they can keep the ship afloat, they'll be just fine. So he orders every able bodied man, whether rich or poor, young or old, to the pumps and bucket brigades. Everyone complies. No one tries to hide or get out of it. They rolled up their sleeves and got to work, everyone knowing their lives depended on it. In the damp engine room, the crew waded through knee deep water trying to get the furnaces back on. They needed the wheels turning again to get through the storm, but to no avail. Try as they might, the furnaces were too wet and would not start up again. There was nothing they could do to change that. They were little more than a giant floating coffin trapped on the Atlantic. Far too quickly, they pass through the eye, and the hurricane picks up strength as they hit the other side. The wind screams as it tears through the broken rigging and shredded sails. Waves once again sweep across the deck. Men are thrown and smashed into bulkheads, their buckets torn away from them and lost to the sea, but still they got back up again and returned to work. They're desperate to beat back the rising tide. Below them in the cargo holds, crates break free and smash against the hull, threatening to punch holes in it. An argument breaks out over whether or not to dump the gold and lighten the load of the ship. Before

Rescue Boats And The Final Sink

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the debate could go any further, sails were spotted on the horizon. Two ships were off in the distance. A brig called Marine had spotted the Central America in distress and was coming in to investigate. The crew and passengers cheered them on. However, the sea is too violent and the marine can't come too close without risking being damaged, so any rescue attempt would not be quick. It would be hours before the marine could get close enough to effect any kind of rescue. Hours that the Central America couldn't keep up with the water pouring in. The water in the lower decks is now waist deep. The list to starboard bad enough that walking across the deck was difficult. But they managed to make it to the lifeboats and prepared to send them over to the marine. Women and children first. The crews worked through the dangerous conditions on deck, helping the frightened women and children into the too few lifeboats, and it would take hours to launch all of them. All fifty nine women and children, along with forty one men, made it to the safety of the marine. They had made it off the doomed ship just in time. As the night wears on, the pumps quit working. The sea won the battle as more and more water poured into the ship. The deck tilts further to the side. The fate of the ship is sealed. There would be no more rescue coming. But still, Captain Herndon does not order the ship to be abandoned. He tells them to stand firm and save everyone they can. Within hours of the rescue, the ship was being crushed under the weight of the Atlantic. The pumps lay silent and broken as water floods every corridor. Exhaustion had overwhelmed the bucket brigades. Waves continued to batter the deck, sending more and more water into the ship. More crates down in the hold break free, smashing and tearing through the hull, holding the ship. The bow of the ship slams deeper and deeper into the sea. Deck planks buckle and shatter at the force. The ship is being torn apart under the force of the storm. Structural timbers break apart, splitting the ship into pieces that sinks slowly beneath the waves. Some of the men are sucked under when the ship sinks. Others who refuse to abandon their gold are pulled down under the weight of the gold they carried. The remaining survivors clung to whatever piece of debris or makeshift raft they could. They clung to hope as the night continues on. Their cold and hypothermia is starting to set in, and many of the survivors would succumb to the effects and slip away in the night. Others, unable to hold on any longer, let go and just let the sea claim them. Those that did make it through the night were spotted by the Norwegian ship, the Ellot. After searching the water for hours, they were able to rescue 50 more survivors. And a week later, three more survivors in a lifeboat were rescued. The final death toll was four hundred and twenty five dead, including Captain Herndon, who kept His promise to go down with the ship, making it the worst maritime accident at that point in history. The ship, with all that gold, settled 8,000 feet beneath the surface, 160 miles off the coast of Charleston, South Carolina.

Panic Of 1857 Aftermath

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And the loss of all that gold quickly overshadowed the loss of life. It was the final straw that broke the economy's back and led to the panic of 1857, the world's first major financial crisis. Multiple banks went under and thousands were left unemployed in the wake of the recession. The economy would not start to recover until 1859 during the Civil War. And the gold remained lost to the sea for over 130 years. The

Treasure Recovery And Modern Fraud

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ship was eventually rediscovered in 1988 and an expedition led by Tommy Thompson was launched. Using remotely operated vehicles specifically built for the expedition, large amounts of gold and other items were recovered from the wreck. Among these items was a single piece of gold weighing 80 pounds and valued at $8 million, making it the single most valuable piece of currency. And of course, what would this show be without even more fuckery afoot? After the successful expedition, which recovered only roughly 5% of what the ship carried, the insurance companies wanted a piece of the action. Their claim was that they had paid out damages back in the 1850s, so they were entitled to be compensated for it. You know, fucking insurance companies always put their hands out. So they sued the expedition and at the end of the lengthy legal battle, they were awarded 8% of the value of what was recovered in 1996. Which left old Tommy Thompson with 92%. In 2005 and 2006, multiple investors and crew members filed lawsuits claiming that none of them had seen a dime of that money. But instead of paying them, Tommy fucked off into hiding with all the money in 2012. Eventually, the United States Marshals Service caught up with him down in Florida where he'd been living under an assumed name and dragged his ass back to Ohio. After three years, he finally coughed up 500 gold coins and then claimed he had no access to the rest of the $50 million and no idea where any of it was. While all the investors and crew members won their lawsuits and were awarded money, Thompson refused to tell them where it was. So the judge threw his ass in jail for contempt until he told them where the gold was. He was finally released in March of 2026 after a decade in prison at the age of 73 and without ever revealing where the money was. Further expeditions to the Central America were eventually held and they would go down pulling up even more golden artifacts like silverware and glassware from the dining halls, gold frame eyeglasses, personal items like bronze luggage tags, and some very well preserved photos that had stayed undamaged after 130 years in the water. These were Daguru Types, which was the first successful commercial form of photography, which is a one-off picture on a metal plate, along with other pictures called ambrotypes, which is a type of glass plate photography. And there are pictures of these out there online, and they're really pretty interesting. Nice little glimpse into the past, at least. Anyways, and that was the sinking of the SS Central America. Thanks for listening. If you like the show, please consider leaving a rating or review on your apple choice. And you can reach out to the show at historiesadisaster at gmail.com with questions, comments, or suggestions. As well as following the show on social media, like Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, YouTube, whatever. And share the episode. Your friends will love it. And you know what? We should all be more like the penguins. They don't really care much for gold. All they need is a nice fish and maybe a pretty smooth rock to give to their girl, and they're pretty content. Anyways, chase that dream. Live for today, because tomorrow is never guaranteed. Thanks and goodbye.