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)