EPILOGUE
Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved
Two years after the events at Mahone Bay, Sean and Alexis had started their marriage over again. The two moved in together. They purchased a home overlooking the Los Angeles Basin with the royalties Alexis received from her book about the search for her missing husband. In addition, with the help of the local city planners, she was able to open a public children’s library in her local neighborhood.
Sean gave up law entirely. He began to freelance writing grant requests and proposals for non-profit organizations. One of his clients offered an Educational Curator-ship to him working at a local maritime museum in San Pedro and Sean took it. His primary responsibility became to offer educational tours of the museum to fourth graders from around the entire County of Los Angeles with the intention of raising their interests in history—part of an educational initiative bourn of the Governor entitled History Comes Alive in response to flailing Social Studies scores as reported by the Department of Education.
Sean’s father was admitted for open-heart surgery while the “Escapade”, as the two now called it, was underway. Unfortunately, he died from complications. The incredible stresses of the events that Sean underwent in Nova Soctia were compounded upon his return to California and the learning of his father’s passing. Nonetheless, like with most things, the couple relied on one another and survived.
The treasure of Captain Kidd may never be found. Some say it never existed; others believe it was retrieved at an earlier time. Perhaps he buried his treasure in up to fifteen different locations around Long Island. The places treasure hunters and historians say it is most likely still hidden is Oyster Bay, Sayville, and an inlet near East Hampton.
There is another story that Kidd also buried treasure at Montauk Point. Two small ponds at the foot of the hill on which Montauk Light stands have been called Money Ponds ever since Kidd's time. One is said to be bottomless.
Yet still, many people have tried to find treasure on Gardiner’s island, which is still owned by the Gardiners, but have found nothing. The swampy section, where divers once hunted for the treasure, is now fenced off with barbed wire for safety reasons.
Some say that, before he was hanged, the parchment Kidd supposedly gave his wife Sarah had written on it “44-10-66-18”, later interpreted as the latitude and longitude of Deer Isle, Me. No treasure has yet been found on Deer Isle.
Other rumored locales include Clarke's Island in the Connecticut River; Stratford Point in Fairfield County. New York--Rye Beach; Captain Kidd's cave on the Hudson River; Fishers Island on the north end of Long Island Sound. Rhode Island--Block Island (where some old coins have been found). Maine--Richmond Island; Squirrel Island; Jewell's Island, etc…
At any rate, Kidd was put through a trial and hanged in London in 1701. His alleged crime was hitting an unruly sailor over the head with a bucket, causing the sailor's death. He never cut a throat or made a victim walk a plank. His name has incorrectly and by happenstance driven down through the years as a symbol of piracy. "Kidd" was an easy name to put into a rhyme. A long doggerel was made up about Captain Kidd, and sold on the streets of London at the time of his trial. The words were set to music and sung for generations.
Sean and Alexis never determined what the true nature of the deposit Oak Island was gutted to protect was. Nor did they care. On Sean’s thirty-ninth birthday, Alexis proudly informed him that he would be the father of a beautiful baby girl. Now, they had a more important lineage to trace, care for and become experts in: They named her Elizabeth.
“Captain Kidd’s Treasure”
Come all ye prospectors and listen to me
A short simple story I’ll tell unto ye
Concerning two men who started to rove
And dig for Kidd’s treasure down in Smith’s Cove
They came from the old road and I know them quite well
It’s not my intention their names for to tell
With hatchets and hammers and some dynamite
They appeared on the scene to go digging by night
They hired George Foley’s dory to take them along
But when they arrived, the breeze was quite strong
They pulled up the dory in Tom Walsh’s bite
And sharpened their picks to go digging that night
They dug and they sang, and drank homebrew galore
They’d soon find that chest! Yes perhaps three or four
They dug with a vim that would shame a wildcat
And all of a sudden they struck something flat
It was Captain Kidd’s treasure of that they were sure
They’d soon have it up and maybe a lot more
But when it was dug up each man had to stop
Instead of a chest it was a rusty piss pot
They took from Carrick for it was getting quite late
They pulled up the dory by Frank Whelan’s gate
They took to the road in such a great fright
And fled to the old road with all of their might
Now take my advice and go home with your picks
Or they will be stolen, and then you’ll be in a fix
Let the fairies all rest so that their spirits may rove
For there’s nothing but beach rocks down in Smith’s Cove.
-Anonymous
Chapters
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 & 22, 23, 24, 25, Epilogue
Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved
Two years after the events at Mahone Bay, Sean and Alexis had started their marriage over again. The two moved in together. They purchased a home overlooking the Los Angeles Basin with the royalties Alexis received from her book about the search for her missing husband. In addition, with the help of the local city planners, she was able to open a public children’s library in her local neighborhood.
Sean gave up law entirely. He began to freelance writing grant requests and proposals for non-profit organizations. One of his clients offered an Educational Curator-ship to him working at a local maritime museum in San Pedro and Sean took it. His primary responsibility became to offer educational tours of the museum to fourth graders from around the entire County of Los Angeles with the intention of raising their interests in history—part of an educational initiative bourn of the Governor entitled History Comes Alive in response to flailing Social Studies scores as reported by the Department of Education.
Sean’s father was admitted for open-heart surgery while the “Escapade”, as the two now called it, was underway. Unfortunately, he died from complications. The incredible stresses of the events that Sean underwent in Nova Soctia were compounded upon his return to California and the learning of his father’s passing. Nonetheless, like with most things, the couple relied on one another and survived.
The treasure of Captain Kidd may never be found. Some say it never existed; others believe it was retrieved at an earlier time. Perhaps he buried his treasure in up to fifteen different locations around Long Island. The places treasure hunters and historians say it is most likely still hidden is Oyster Bay, Sayville, and an inlet near East Hampton.
There is another story that Kidd also buried treasure at Montauk Point. Two small ponds at the foot of the hill on which Montauk Light stands have been called Money Ponds ever since Kidd's time. One is said to be bottomless.
Yet still, many people have tried to find treasure on Gardiner’s island, which is still owned by the Gardiners, but have found nothing. The swampy section, where divers once hunted for the treasure, is now fenced off with barbed wire for safety reasons.
Some say that, before he was hanged, the parchment Kidd supposedly gave his wife Sarah had written on it “44-10-66-18”, later interpreted as the latitude and longitude of Deer Isle, Me. No treasure has yet been found on Deer Isle.
Other rumored locales include Clarke's Island in the Connecticut River; Stratford Point in Fairfield County. New York--Rye Beach; Captain Kidd's cave on the Hudson River; Fishers Island on the north end of Long Island Sound. Rhode Island--Block Island (where some old coins have been found). Maine--Richmond Island; Squirrel Island; Jewell's Island, etc…
At any rate, Kidd was put through a trial and hanged in London in 1701. His alleged crime was hitting an unruly sailor over the head with a bucket, causing the sailor's death. He never cut a throat or made a victim walk a plank. His name has incorrectly and by happenstance driven down through the years as a symbol of piracy. "Kidd" was an easy name to put into a rhyme. A long doggerel was made up about Captain Kidd, and sold on the streets of London at the time of his trial. The words were set to music and sung for generations.
Sean and Alexis never determined what the true nature of the deposit Oak Island was gutted to protect was. Nor did they care. On Sean’s thirty-ninth birthday, Alexis proudly informed him that he would be the father of a beautiful baby girl. Now, they had a more important lineage to trace, care for and become experts in: They named her Elizabeth.
“Captain Kidd’s Treasure”
Come all ye prospectors and listen to me
A short simple story I’ll tell unto ye
Concerning two men who started to rove
And dig for Kidd’s treasure down in Smith’s Cove
They came from the old road and I know them quite well
It’s not my intention their names for to tell
With hatchets and hammers and some dynamite
They appeared on the scene to go digging by night
They hired George Foley’s dory to take them along
But when they arrived, the breeze was quite strong
They pulled up the dory in Tom Walsh’s bite
And sharpened their picks to go digging that night
They dug and they sang, and drank homebrew galore
They’d soon find that chest! Yes perhaps three or four
They dug with a vim that would shame a wildcat
And all of a sudden they struck something flat
It was Captain Kidd’s treasure of that they were sure
They’d soon have it up and maybe a lot more
But when it was dug up each man had to stop
Instead of a chest it was a rusty piss pot
They took from Carrick for it was getting quite late
They pulled up the dory by Frank Whelan’s gate
They took to the road in such a great fright
And fled to the old road with all of their might
Now take my advice and go home with your picks
Or they will be stolen, and then you’ll be in a fix
Let the fairies all rest so that their spirits may rove
For there’s nothing but beach rocks down in Smith’s Cove.
-Anonymous
Chapters
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 & 22, 23, 24, 25, Epilogue
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