[Adam Mercy unearths a skull]
Adam Mercy: Who might this be?
Orange Povey: Perhaps a man that asked too many questions.

[first lines]
Capt. William Kidd: Stab me, there's a pretty sight!
Orange Povey: It'll be prettier still when the fire reaches the magazine, Captain.
Cyprian Boyle: Pity though. Lots of stout seamen among 'em. They've been with us a long time.
Capt. William Kidd: We can none of live forever, Mr. Boyle. Dead men don't talk.

[from the scaffold]
Capt. William Kidd: So here's me bequest to them what hunts what I have hid and to their sons sons down through the corridors of time: greed that spawns murder; hatred that corrodes the soul; ambition - the foulest strumpet of all.
Heckler at Kidd's hanging: [to hangman] Hey, Dick - Dick Kent. Sell me a bit of that rope for a sixpence will you?
Capt. William Kidd: Save your money, me lads. You can have it all for nothing if you'll only step here and wear it!
[to hangman]
Capt. William Kidd: Hurry up, Kent. Can't wait forever.

[last lines]
King William III: Captain Kidd is dead, my Lord Blayne. His account is closed. Now in what manner can I atone for the injustice I worked upon your father? Off with you, First Sea Lord. What do you suggest?
First Sea Lord: We've a fine frigate of 50 guns commissioned for American waters that we thought of naming the "Lady Anne."
King William III: It should be a wedding gift to you from the crown for your loyalty and service to King and Country.