Month: May 2017

  The Secret Life Of Livermold (Part 3)

The next day, I really dug in.

Black Beard was where to begin.

It seems he killed all on board.

All the gold increased his hoard.

For some reason, he headed north.

But, where to?, was my retort.

Many say he went to Oak Island.

Formally Smith’s Island,

also Gloucester Isle for awhile.

But why there? It made me smile.

All wild tales, nothing but myth.

Many others lay claim to The Money Pit.

Why the connection with Oak Island

And Black Beard? I felt like crying.

No one can prove if there’s a treasure.

Its been put to every measure.

It even spawned a TV series.

It is enough to make me weary.

That evening, while in the recliner,

I started thinking, I had a reminder.

This all tied together somehow.

The question is: What do I do now?

Then, the ship started moving again.

It grew bigger and I was sucked in.

Black Beard and his men had captured the crew.

Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.

I yelled “Black Beard, don’t kill them.”

“I have a way we can all win.”

Black Beard pulled me aside.

“What cha mean, or I bust yer hide.”

I told him I was an engineer.

I built things. I made that very clear.

I said for him to give me one day.

“I will draw up plans” I say.

“Make your treasure safe forever.”

He saw that I was very clever.

“What do you want for doing this?”

“Only the lives of this crew. I insist.”

“They will all be needed for the work.”

He gave me a day and I started to work.

I laid out The Money Pit on Oak Island.

I worked hard. “I can picture it”, I sighed.

Two ways it will be flooded if ever invaded.

All the layers of the deep pit.

Booby trapped when it fit.

It must go way below sea level.

“This will work. No one will meddle.”

Black Beard loved the plans.

“Where will we do this, if you can?”

“A place called Oak Island will do.”

The pirates sailed to the place with the crew.

Two years of hard work to complete it all.

Black Beard kept his word, after all.

All were set free with the fear of God installed.

If anyone talked, they would be keel hauled.

I popped in and out a few times.

Never missed or taken for a crime.

When done, I popped home for the last time.

This secret life was only mine.

I kept my word to Black Beard.

I have never said a word.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

    The Secret Life Of Livermold (Part 2)

The picture of the ship was still in place.

No indication what happened? A waste.

I went to bed with much tribulations.

Whatever happened, I had no indication.

Next day, I went on the computer.

I looked up the Spanish ship intruder.

I had almost given up.

Then, I found it. What luck.

There was such a ship in 1781

 I was sure it was the right one.

It was scuttled by pirates, gold was taken.

It was off the Virginia coast, if not mistaken.

The pirate was believed to be Black Beard.

The famous Oak Island treasure? How weird.

This made no sense to me in any way.

I had to make sense of it today.

I used a magnifying glass on the ship.

I saw the name. I could barely read it.

It said the S S Scuttle.

This was a real muddle.

I read all about Black Beard and Oak Island.

Then, I just sat there in silence.

I looked at the painting again.

Soon, it seemed to move within.

It grew rapidly larger and I was sucked in.

I was in the first mate’s cabin then.

There was a knock on the door.

Captain Crutch, looking the same as before.

“Have you got the Captain’s Log up to date?”

“Get to work on it. Don’t want to be late.”

“Aye, aye Captain,” I said with ease.

“Can I have a word in private, please.”

“What is it First Mate Livermold?”

“Black Beard is the problem, history told.”

“Black Beard!! The cut throat pirate?”

“Yes Sir. For your gold, he may try it.”

“History said he stole your gold.”

“Then sunk your ship, or so it’s told.”

“I am only warning you Captain.”

“Do you think I am a sap then?”

“I have been ready for pirates daily.”

“It will be his ship that sinks, maybe.”

Then there was a shout from above.

“Pirates!! Man those cannons ya lugs!!”

The Captain rushed to the deck.

I started to follow in respect.

Suddenly, I got really dizzy and fell.

As I fell, I gave a yell.

I landed in my recliner again.

I was hugging it like an old friend.

I was shaking. It had happened again.

This is real. I cannot pretend.

I could not understand what was going on.

But, intended to find out before too long.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)