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Ahoy, mateys, my name is Captain Felicia Kane. "Smartly there, children!" gather ‘round ye landlubbers and let me tell ya' a story of “tall ships”, hidden treasures, long sea travels, and even pirates. And ye be forewarned; me tales will lead to an island here in Nova Scotia. Be ye ready to hear the tale? Arrrrr let’s weigh anchor and begin our journey then.

Piracy is robbery of ships on the high seas and a pirate is a person who practices piracy. In the 1700’s and well into the 1800’s pirates often roamed the high seas freely in “tall ships.” Pirates sailed under flags called "Jolly Rogers" or just plain Skull and Crossbones. Each pirate created their own designs, meant to strike fear into the hearts of potential victims, and encourage a fast surrender. The mere sight of the black and white flag would most definitely send chills down the spine of many a captain and crew.   If a “tall ship” baring this flag follow thee, be forewarned, ye ought to surrender as quick as possible.  If not then the “Jolly Roger” would be replaced by the red flag, meaning no quarter given, that simply meant that no hostages would be taken; in other words, all would die. A few of the flags also contained an hourglass, which meant that time is running out for the victim to surrender peacefully. All “Jolly Rogers” represented something.

Being a pirate meant weeks of boredom searching for prey on the open seas. And because of this many fights and conflicts broke out. Ye all be wondering why I walk this way? A fight it be on the high seas with Jack Tar. Arrrr, but I sent that scallywag to Davy Jones’ locker and he be no more. And I got me 500 pieces of eight for the loss of me right leg, and a 100 for me deadlight.

It was a pirate’s job to steal, and sometimes-even kill to acquire amazing riches, and goods. Arrrr, just look at me booty from me last travels. Pieces of eight, precious stones, gold, and ah shiver me timbers, fine linen and cloths. Now don’t touch or ye be forced to walk the plank. Yarr, I better burry it instead for safekeeping, like me hearty Captain Kidd did with his booty.

There be those who say it’s just folklore, but I know it to be true. Because along the coast of North America was our favourite stomping ground well into the 18^th century. Ye best know it as Nova Scotia. It was the perfect place for shelter, rest, and to hide the booty. And there are at least two island groups near Nova Scotia believed to still hide treasure. But there is one where me hearty Captain Kidd had a habit of burying part of his booty. It’s called Oak Island on Mahone Bay, and there would be Treasure Pitt where riches beyond ye wildest dreams be buried. But don’t you be thinking of finding it. ‘Cause for more than 200 years landlubbers and sailors alike have tried to find the booty believed to be buried there. Even such landlubbers as former US President Franklin D. Roosevelt and actor John Wayne have searched for the treasure, but found nothing.

Now the mystery began in 1795 when a seventeen-year old boy named Daniel McGinnis, went to explore Oak Island. He stumbled across a sawed off branch on an oak tree and a large depression in the ground. He quickly got two of his friends, John Smith and Anthony Vaughan, some tools and began digging. What they found was intriguing; about four feet down they found flagstone, something not found on Oak Island. At 6 feet they found a platform of oak logs embedded into the shaft. Deeper still they found another platform of oak logs, but now they were 30 feet deep and it was impossible for them to raise the logs, so they had to give up.

In 1803 the boys returned, though, with Simeon Lynds, a wealthy businessman to continue the search. Again they found more platforms but this time they were sealed with coconut fibre and putty. At 90 feet down they found something truly awesome; a large flat stone, which has since been lost over time, with the inscription, "Forty feet below two million pounds are buried." At this point the crew was tired and it was getting dark, so they left for the day. When they returned the following morning the hole was flooded and they were forced to give up.

But this was not the end, time after time many have tried to find the treasure, but with no success. The Pit has been explored to more than 170 feet and is protected by ingenious booby traps that flood the pit with seawater anytime someone gets close to the treasure. In fact it turns out that the people who designed the pit had created a drain system that spread over a 145-foot length of beach and resembled the fingers of a hand. Each finger was a channel that met at a point inland where they fed sea water into a sloping channel which eventually joined the Money Pit some 500 feet away. And many times the Pit just caved in, sending the treasure even deeper down. Neither brute force nor technology has been able to yield the treasure.

But many fascinating things have been found while searching for the treasure; like two oak chests containing loose metal pieces (pieces of eight maybe?), 3 gold chain links, parchment, wood, and even an iron barrier At one point a camera lowered down to a bedrock cavity at 230 feet sent back images of different tools, a severed hand floating in the water, and even a human body. But this all comes at a high price.

Millions of dollars have been spent  and 6 people have lost their lives in hope of finding the booty. In 1861 an exploding boiler scalded a man to death. At this point people began to suspect that the Money Pit was protected by a long-dead pirate's curse. In 1893 Maynard Kaiser fell to his death because the rope he was being pulled out of the pit with slipped from the pulley. And on August 17, 1965 four people died in a row by drowning in the pit. Bob Restall, a former daredevil in the circus, had fallen into shaft number 27, and then his young son Bobby ran to the pit and descended to help him. Another worker too went down the pit to help, followed by Cyril Hiltz, who was 16 years old. They all drowned.

To this day no one really knows who left what on Oak Island or what “it” is. Is there even treasure buried there, or is it just a tale told by fundraisers to help keep the story going and boost tourism? There are many theories surrounding the mystery of Oak Island, but the most popular is the one of Captain Kidd. Nova Scotia, because of its maritime dependency and location, had one of the most prosperous privateering industries. It was up to privateers to keep the Nova Scotia waters clear of threats. And Captain Kidd was a privateer, whom as I said early, was believed to have rested and done repairs to his ship off the waters of Nova Scotia. So believe what you will, but keep in mind…

Arrrr, that Oak Island got its name ‘cause at one time the island be full of Oak trees. Now legend has it that when all da oak trees be gone from the island, and when seven men have died, the treasure will be found. Well there be no more Oak trees and six men have already died. Be it time to find da booty?

 Good luck ye landlubber.