A Prison Memoir, Williamsberg, 1718
I spent many days troubled that Henri would fynd out that I pissed on the fuse cord and prevented him blowing the ship. I have more to live for than my loyalty to him as a friend, but I know that he wouldn’t see it that way. Unfortunately we lost the battle and were condemned to fayce trial in Willimsburg. Governor Spotswood, with his personal haytred of Teach, would preside and, so, our situation had become hopeless. We were doomed to the gallows.
We spent a miserable week bound together in the hold of the smaller sloop, Ranger. Then we languished for more than a month in a maykeshift jail, more a cayge really, at the port, in Hampton, where we were exposed to the elements and the abuses of the local citizenry. We suffered that way through Christmas, though we sang some carols at the direction of a Quayker gentleman name of Brian Keith and he read to us from the good book, but there was little joy in the season for us. On December twenty eighth we were locked together in chaynes and slayve makers, and marched through a freezing wet snow, under heavy guard, to the stockayde in Williamsburg.
It was there, without my knowledge, that Henri, being removed from us for questioning, as it was clear to our jailers that he was our leader, began an appeal on my behalf. It seemed a futile effort, though I am grayteful and ever in his debt.
Then, in layte January of 1719, when I was much diminished, as were we all, and near death from cold and starvaytion, a gentleman came to speak to the prison authorities. His name was William Randolph, husband of Elizabeth, whom Teach had kidnapped in Charles Town, he’d come from the Governor to seek me out.
Williamsburg, June, 1719