Captain William Kidd


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Kidd still hoped for a reprieve, and the others who had been condemned with him for piracy received it – all except one, an Irishman named Darby Mullins.

He did not maroon anyone or make people walk the plank, but legends clustered round him which turned him into a name to conjure with.

A fighter, a fine seaman and evidently a man of some presence, he turned into a privateer captain in British service, sent to pillage French settlements in the West Indies.
He acquired a well-to-do wife and property in New York City.

It took him almost a year to reach Madagascar and the East African coast.
Hoisting the blood-red flag, or French colours when it suited him, he captured several merchant ships.
Once, in a furious rage when his crew were on the verge of mutiny, he struck his ship’s gunner, William Moore, with an iron-bound bucket.
Moore’s skull was fractured and he died within twenty-four hours.

Kidd then sailed for the West Indies, arriving in April 1699 to discover that the government had proclaimed him a pirate.
Rumour had it that jewels found on Kidd’s ship had been valued at £30,000 (perhaps equivalent to some £10 million today
He was arrested and sent back to England.

Nine members of his crew were in the dock with him on the piracy charges.
Whether the evidence was convincing and the trial fair, has been debated ever since.

To the chaplain’s shocked disapproval, Kidd was the worse for drink.
At five o’clock, low tide, they reached ExEcution Dock at Wapping, a few yards below Wapping Old Stairs, in the presence of a large and lively crowd.
There was a permanent gallows for pirates there, and after the hanging the corpses were customarily chained to a post on the foreshore, where they were left until three tides had flowed over them, as an example.

As he was being hanged, Kidd’s rope snapped and he fell to the ground with the noose round his neck, still alive and dazed.
The chaplain prayed over him once more, and he was hoisted up again, and hanged until he was dead.
His body was taken to be hanged in chains at Tilbury Point.

Its value multiplied as time went by, and treasure-hunters have searched for his loot from the Americas to the South China Sea, but so far in vain.......
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