It wasn’t all fun and games, as he was first bestowed the title of Captain at the tender age of 27, in 1662 when he took control of his maiden ship. Things took a turn for the worse, however, when the Captain was imprisoned by Charles II in 1672.
But as was always the Captain’s way, he turned things around in style, being knighted by the very same king just a year later. So, after 1673 he was forever known as Sir Henry Morgan.
The Caribbean had always been close to his heart, so it was fitting that in 1680 he was made Lieutenant Governor of Jamaica – an island suggested to be the party capital of all the land and seas. He stayed in his island paradise and retired to his sugar cane plantation in 1685 to enjoy his rum and reflect on his life before being whisked away to Davy Jones’ locker.
And then the unthinkable happened.
As his body was laid to rest in 1688 in the sandy shores of Port Royal Jamaica, time stood still and the land shook. The huge earthquake attacked the island paradise and cast the Captain’s coffin into the tempestuous waters of the harbour.
He was never seen again. But today, the Captain and his legend lives on.