Spotify's Real Pirates - Black Sam Bellamy
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General)Transcript
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It's April 26th, 17 17 eastern Massachusetts. A violent storm rolls across Cape Cod. Mr. Samuel Harding, a local farmer, is woken in the middle of the night. The howling wind and rain rattles the windows. At first, he thinks it's just the endless thunder that has disturbed his sleep. Through the squall, he hears what sounds like a wounded animal far off in the distance, a cry of pain. It is mind playing tricks on him. He sits up in the darkness, straining his ears. It may just be the cold, but a shiver runs down his spine. A flash of lightning briefly illuminates the room silence, except for the creaking wooden beams overhead, the sound of the small house straining against the storm. Then he is. It are banging clear as day someone is at the door. Steeling himself, He pulls on his coat, picks up a candle and descends the narrow staircase. Outside. In the downpour, a figure looms in the darkness, covering his hand around the small flame, he slowly holds up the light to reveal a deathly apparition, a man his face pale and body swaying, more dead than alive. The figure stumbles forward into the cottage, collapsing to the floor in front of the fire, a puddle of rain and sea water pooling around him. Barely audible, he manages to tell his tale. His name is Thomas Davis, a sailor and a survivor from the widow galley. This very evening wrecked upon the cape, he says. He's just a poor carpenter forced to join the pirate crew of Samuel Bellamy four months prior. Somehow he has escaped the ravages of the storm and the sea, but only just surviving the widows impact on the reef, the crashing waves through him onto the rocks. For months, he has held out against the pirates and long dreamt of escape. He wasn't gonna slip away now without a fight. He clawed his way over jagged boulders before hauling himself up a 40 ft vertical wall of backed sand and stone. He trudged half drowned near exhaustion through the flooded fields of eastern seeing the farms, night lights burning through the darkness and the rain. He had arrived here finally to shelter, safe from the storm, safe from bloody pirates. But poor Thomas Davis troubles are far from over for the impoverished people of Cape card, including farmers like Mr Harding, A shipwreck is a godsend. A pirate ship is a gift. Beyond compare the great wealth of the widow. The treasure of the famous pirate Samuel Bellamy now lies just two miles away. Scattered along the shore, Harding leaps into action. He forces the exhausted carpenter up off the floor, throwing Davis onto the back of a horse. He makes him retrace his steps back to the site of the wreck. Soon word will spread. Hundreds of Eastern records will descend like vultures. For two days. They'll pick at the bones of the widow and whatever remains of her crew.