(crickets chirping)
(bird hooting)
(uplifting music)
(light music)
- Down here.
That's it.
Let her dry in the sun and,
you two can help me chop her up.
- What's that?
- It's an old coin.
Looks like gold.
- Here, let me see.
Aye.
That's a Spanish Doubloon.
- Spanish?
- Mmm.
Pirates landed hereabouts long ago.
They catch Spanish ships sailing up from Mexico
loaded with gold.
- I hear the island's full of that kind of treasure.
Buried and forgotten.
- She's all yours, lass.
Aye, that's the way with treasure.
Whoever finds her claims her.
- Maybe there's more.
- Yeah, we could search for it.
- We need firewood more than fool's gold.
You can spend your life searching
for nothing more than the devil.
- What have you got there?
- Nothing, Aunt Hetty.
- Stop the nonsense.
Come on now child, let me see it.
- Ooh, looks like a piece of gold.
Where on earth did you get it?
- On the cliffs.
Ezekiel Crane says it's a Spanish Doubloon
stolen by pirates.
- Ezekiel?
Well I never.
- You don't suppose it's worth very much.
- Ooh, a coin of this antiquity most certainly is.
Best leave it with me for safekeeping.
- What are you gonna do with it?
- Find out how valuable it is, of course.
- I found it.
Remember, it does belong to me, Aunt Hetty.
- There there now, go wash your hands, Sara.
Dinner's ready, go on.
- We need the money for the new church roof
before winter sets in.
I'll be around to collect for the church rummage sale soon.
- You know, Abner Jeffries said he was checking
under the roof.
And said he felt ghostly spirits stirring
all around him.
- Spirits indeed.
Abner probably had too much to drink.
- Oh, no, no, there have been some very strange things
happening around here lately.
They say Amos' prize cow gave birth
to a one eyed cow.
- Yes, and Angus McCorkdale saw a headless ghost
up on the cliff.
And you all know what that means.
- What does it mean?
(laughing)
- Legend has it that a headless ghost
guards pirate treasure.
- Oh.
Ooh, wait.
My tea leaves say that a tall, dark, mysterious stranger
is about to arrive in town.
- Hetty, really?
(laughing)
(gasping)
- Good morning ladies.
And a fine morning it is too.
- May I help you, sir?
- Borden's the name.
Captain Stanhope Borden.
- Seafaring man?
- Aye.
Just touring the local sights
while my ship's docked at your town.
- There's nothing to see around here.
Just a bunch of old farms.
- Well, surely there must be a few old seamen hereabouts.
You wouldn't know a certain Ezekiel Crane, would you?
- Supposedly, he looks after the lighthouse.
- A wealthy man, is he?
- Most certainly is not.
- The lighthouse is a disgrace.
- [Woman] He's very eccentric.
- [Woman] Ezekiel Crane is mad as a march hare.
- Ladies.
(somber music)
- Captain?
Hey, what are you doing?
(grunting)
Captain, help!
Captain Crane!
- Hey!
What's the racket, boy?
- Someone broke in.
He went through your old chest.
What do you think he'd be looking for, Captain?
Captain?
What's that?
A map.
Where's it touring to?
Is that what that fellow was looking for?
- Aye.
- What would someone want from you?
- Did you see his face?
- No.
I tried to stop him but he was too big.
That ain't a treasure map, is it?
- Ah, just an old fishing map.
Forget you ever seen it.
(grunting)
Aha.
Nothing.
Bedrock.
(sighing)
Blast it!
- Tried to stop him but he got away.
- Did he hurt you?
- Nah, it was nothing.
- I think Ezekiel Crane is lying.
I'll bet someone was looking for that map
you said he hid.
- Captain said it was worthless.
- Why else would anyone break into the lighthouse
if Ezekiel didn't have a treasure map?
- Bloody children!
- Captain Crane, we were hoping to talk to you.
- Girl, you quit your tongue wagging and get out of here!
- Hey!
- You hear me?
Off with you!
- That ain't right you treating them that way.
- You do what you're told.
Mend that net!
(tense music)
- Afraid it's gonna take more than an auction sale
to get a new roof for the church.
Reverend Leonard is very concerned.
- Why is there never enough money?
- Ezekiel Crane has his treasure map.
Somebody tried to steal it.
He was so cross over it,
he practically broke Felicity's arm!
- Ezekiel Crane's not right in the top story.
Are you all right then, Sara?
- Oh I'm not hurt and neither is Felicity.
But we think there is a treasure.
Show her the coin, Aunt Hetty.
- Sara.
- What coin?
- Oh.
Well Sara found it near the lighthouse.
Looks authentic enough, isn't it, Rachel?
- Christopher Columbus!
Well I've heard a lot of fishermen's tales in my time
about all kinds of pirate's loot being buried
all over this island.
- Shh, shh, don't go filling
the child's head with nonsense.
Probably washed up eons ago in some shipwreck.
- I don't know, Hetty.
My grandmother Bell used to say
there was treasure buried in the basement
of the Avonlea church.
- That old chestnut.
- The Falcon treasure, she called it.
- What are these books?
- Those.
They're my great great Uncle Isaiah King's journals.
- Now there was a pirate.
- Privateer, thank you, Rachel.
Oh, raided the occasional ship I suppose
but then on behalf of the British Navy, you know.
- As I just said, Hetty, a pirate.
- Did you say Falcon treasure?
- [Rachel] That's right.
- That's strange.
Josiah King's ship was called the Merry Falcon.
- [Old Women] Let me see that.
♪ I have been a wild rover for many long year ♪
♪ I have spent all me money on whiskey and beer ♪
♪ But now I'm resolved for today it in store ♪
♪ And in there she'll be called the wild rover no more ♪
♪ Wild rover, wild rover, wild rover give oar ♪
♪ And in there shall be called a wild rover no more ♪
- You'd be Ezekiel Crane's new first mate.
- No.
What do you want?
- I'm looking for the old sea ghost.
- He ain't here.
- A likely tale.
He'd been following me all day.
Ain't that right, Captain?
- What stinking wind blew ye here?
- Good afternoon Captain.
- All these years, I thought ye drowned.
Cottonboarding, is it now?
You should have been food for sharks.
- A Portuguese Trotter picked me up.
It was weeks before she put into shore.
(laughing)
Of all the scoundrels to make Captain.
What fool hired you to run a ship eh?
- I am very good at giving orders.
Run a very tight ship I do.
Never had to run off like a bloody thief in the night.
- Hey, you wild and windy blaggart.
Hey, you were never to be trusted.
- When I heard you were alive,
I pulled up ship, I did.
Come to pay you a little visit.
Aye, breaking into my house like a,
like a thief in the night.
- You know very well what I come for.
- Aye, and you're never gonna get it!
'Cause you have to kill me first to get it,
you filthy swindler!
Now get out of me house!
Get out!
- [Sara] I can't find anything in this journal, Aunt Hetty.
- Oh.
Here's a report of a battle at sea.
Good gracious, my great great uncle Josiah
cut off Cutchin's nose.
- Aunt Hetty!
I found it!
A map!
- This could be the Falcon Treasure.
Oh my.
Calm down, calm down.
We must be very careful.
Yes, we must keep this to ourselves, hmm?
- Years ago I found the old hull of a ship
in a cove up by Seville island.
- A pirate ship?
- I went aboard and I found a map
still clasped in the bony hands
of a dried out corpse.
- Weren't you worried about calling up the devil?
- Ah, the only devil I were worried about
were Borden.
Once he found out I got a map
the blackheart, he turned tables on me.
Stabbed me in the arm with his knife
and the map got torn in half.
Tried to pilfer it from me.
That moment on, we watched each other
like God and Lucifer.
Oh yeah.
Oh, many a time he tried to steal my half
and do me in.
But we were too quick for him.
We thought he were gone for good
when our ship went down in a storm.
- Him and his half of the map.
- So I come up here to Prince Edward Island
'cause I knew the treasure were nearby.
- I'll help you find it.
- Oh.
And what would you do with these riches, eh?
If you'da find it?
- I don't know.
Maybe get me a home.
Some place I wouldn't get put out of.
- Nothing more?
- I ain't the type for riches.
I'd rather sleep easy at night.
This here lighthouse would suit me fine.
But if you like, I'll help you get the map from Borden.
- There's always something mysterious
and romantic about a sea captain that's come from afar.
- I wouldn't trust that one as far as I could throw him.
He charmed the hind end of a horse.
(giggling)
- He certainly made a charming impression on you, Rachel.
- Impressed me to stay away from mysterious strangers.
Seafaring men are born to break hearts.
That's what Grandmother Bell used to say.
(giggling)
- Speaking of Grandmother Bell, did she ever happen
to mention what the Falcon Treasure was worth?
- Oh that old wive's tale.
- Grandmother Bell claimed that it was worth
more than just gold.
- [Hetty] Really?
- But as you yourself said, she wasn't all there.
- You never know, there might be some truth in it.
- (laughing) I suppose you still think
it was buried by your great great Uncle.
- Well, Aunt Hetty and I found the map, Mrs. Lind.
- Really?
What map would that be, Hetty?
- Well just a sketch really,
from Josiah King's journals.
He may have buried some old kittle cattle
somewhere around Rose Cottage, I suppose.
- [Sara] I think the water is boiling, Aunt Hetty.
- DC.
- Oh them's Roman letters for the years
the map were drawn.
1704.
- And these?
- Them's paces.
100 paces, 50 paces.
That's well it's a pile of rocks
or shoal or maybe a cave.
- But there's hundreds of caves on the coast.
- Aye, what we need is a landmark.
Now uh,
now maybe Borden's half of the map
would give us our bearings, eh?
Eh, eh?
- Gold map?
Why didn't you tell Alec about this?
Those journals belong to him too.
- No they don't.
They were given to me when I won
the history prize at school.
- Well, anything found on King land
belongs to all the Kings.
- Finders keepers.
The treasure belongs to the one who finds it.
- Oh, you're acting like an old dog with a bone, Hetty King!
- You'll excuse my sister in law.
Always somewhat hysterical when she's expecting,
aren't you Janet?
- He's a sound sleeper if he's been drinking.
Here, up you go.
- Where should I start looking?
- He kept it close to himself.
So you search his pockets.
Hey, shh.
(lightly tense music)
(snoring)
(grunting)
- Nice try, laddie.
- What's he doing over then.
- You're a fool, laddie.
That wily old devil's just using you
same as he once used me.
- That ain't it.
Captain Crane's been good to me.
- Oh sure he has.
You do his dirty work, and he lets you sleep
on the floor like a dog.
- I slept in worse places.
- You really think he'll cut you in?
Don't you believe it.
On the first whiff of treasure,
he'll be gone without a trace.
- Low!
What'd that bloody Borden say to you, eh?
- It went like you said.
- Promise you treasure to betray me, eh?
Eh?
- I ain't gonna jump ship on you.
- Trusted him myself once.
Remember lad.
As innocent as doves, as cunning as serpents.
- I got a look at Borden's map.
Before he caught me.
- Did you now?
- Now I don't remember everything.
But there was this landmark.
Rocks, three big boulders shaped like so.
Kind of like a table.
- The pulpit stones.
Aye, I know that place as if my life depended on it.
(laughing)
You done good, boy, you done good.
Come on.
- Ah, Reverend.
I'm just on my way to the church
with all these old clothes and things.
May I offer you a ride?
- No, thank you Mrs. Lind, most kind.
I have a few things to pick up in town.
- You look like you just lost your best friend.
You haven't have you?
- 100 dollars.
That's the estimate on the new church roof.
- 100 dollars?
Well we'll never make that with a little rummage sale.
- An impossible sum.
It never rains, but it pours.
And we have to have it finished before snowfall.
- You know Reverend Hetty King thinks she's on
to the Falcon treasure.
But Grandmother Bell always thought
it was buried in the church cellar.
- Buried treasure in the church?
- That's what she used to say.
- Please, Mrs. Lind.
Doesn't it strike you as rather fanciful?
- Oh you're probably right.
I can't help but feeling desperate.
Still, it would be the answer to our prayers.
You know Reverend, the Lord helps those
who help themselves.
We can't afford to leave any stone unturned.
- Two, three.
- Sara, oh no you have to take bigger steps.
- Like this?
One, two, three.
- Yes you see.
These old fence lines are clearly
the map's orientation point.
And now,
- It's Aunt Janet.
- Josiah King lived at the King farm
before he retired here.
There's a very good chance we've got the treasure.
I want the map.
- Well you can't have it.
I found it.
- Aunt Hetty, you don't mean that you're going
to keep the treasure all for yourself?
- Yes.
Yes, I most certainly am.
- You're acting like a stubborn old nanny goat.
I demand to see that map.
- Hah!
Over my dead body, Janet King, haha!
- If you insist!
- Janet, you shouldn't get all excited
over such foolishness in your condition.
- Foolishness?
How could you stand there and let your sister
get away with this?
- All right, give the map to me.
Sara and Felicity can piece it together
and make a copy for each of you.
All right, come on, give it to me.
(kooky music)
- God's nightgown, what's going on here?
(clearing throat)
(gasping)
- Don't be alarmed, Mrs. Lind.
- Oh, Reverend Leonard.
- I decided to pursue your idea.
The Falcon Treasure.
- Oh, so did I!
- Look what I found.
- M-A-T-T-V-I.
- The book of Matthew, Chapter seven verse seven.
Seek and you shall find.
- Well.
Don't just stand there.
Dig!
(grunting)
(clanking)
- I don't think it's here, Aunt Hetty.
- Oh yes it is.
The map clearly indicates this spot.
(clanging)
- We've hit bedrock.
- Oh, damnation!
(clanging)
Oh!
- Aunt Hetty!
- Oh goodness.
Sara, run over to Alec's
and borrow another shovel, will you?
- You can't be serious.
Aunt Janet'll have my head.
- Hah, I certainly can't go.
Run along, child.
Do as you're told.
Oh.
- Ah, here it be, pulpit stones.
One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, 10.
Dig here.
- I don't think so.
- I said dig here.
- We're supposed to go north, not south.
- You do as I say.
Would you doubt me, boy?
- No, Captain.
- Well keep sight and then dig.
Well certainly is this,
we'll not be long for this world.
- This ain't right.
You said there'd be a cave.
- I also said dig.
I'll be leaving for a while
to get another shovel.
(sticks cracking)
- Captain?
Captain Crane?
- Hello, Sara.
- Excuse me.
Aunt Hetty wants to borrow a shovel.
- Of all the nerve, Sara.
You just wait till mother finds--
- If Hetty wants a shovel,
then let her buy one herself.
- Felicity, would you please get Sara a shovel?
- Felicity, you'll do no such thing.
- Look, if my sister wants to borrow a shovel--
- Your sister wants to deprive their children
of their birthright and you're helping her!
- I'm sick and tired of all this bickering.
There is no Falcon treasure.
And even if there was, there's no point
in fighting over it!
- We could all benefit from that money, Alec.
And Hetty has already said that if she finds it,
it's all hers!
- We could all benefit from some peace around here
and that's worth more than gold
at this time of night.
(sighing)
(grunting)
- It should be heavier.
- Lord, for thy bounty make us truly thankful.
- A bible.
- Transported from Carrick, Scotland
by the first settlers of a village
we have newly Christened as Avonlea.
- The first settlers.
Names, birthdates, marriages.
- So much for the new roof.
(grunting)
- Darn fence post!
Fence post?
Why it's the old fence.
We've been going along the wrong boundary line.
Mother?
- Yes dear?
- I figured out the map.
(grunting)
- Oh, Sara.
- This must be it!
- All right, all right.
One.
Two.
Heave!
- A rock.
- Come quickly.
Mother made a mistake.
She was using the new fence line
instead of the old fence line as a boundary.
She think she found the treasure.
- What?
Much as I hate to admit defeat,
I'm afraid treasure's just not in the cards for us.
Come on.
- Five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10.
- The well?
Do you think the treasure's buried at the bottom
of the well, mother?
- Oh, no one would bury a treasure down there.
It'd corrode and foul the water.
- Maybe Josiah was drunk.
- Or crazy.
- Stay away from there, Felicity,
you'll break your neck.
- Alec.
This map makes no sense.
- Let's see.
Hmmm.
Yeah, it makes sense to me.
Josiah drew this map when he was placing the well.
Made a good choice.
This well's never run out of water.
- You mean I've been digging,
breaking my back for a--
- You mean that map is for a well?
- Well it's treasure enough if you're thirsty.
(laughing)
- Janet King, you stop it.
(laughing)
- I don't find this particularly funny.
I wanted to find some treasure.
- So did I.
Let's go, Felicity.
Maybe Gus can tell us where we can find some real treasure.
(somber music)
Gus, Gus are you home?
What's wrong?
You look like you haven't slept all night.
- Captain Crane's gone.
- There is a treasure, isn't there, Gus?
- Tell us about it, please Gus?
You will tell us, won't you?
You can trust us.
- Do you swear your secrecy?
- I swear.
- All right.
But don't you two breathe a word of this to no one.
We was out last night looking for the treasure.
Captain disappeared and I ain't seen hide
nor heard of him since.
He was acting real strange
making me dig where I knew there weren't no treasure.
At first I feared he went off
looking for the treasure on his own.
But now I fear the worst.
Maybe he's had an accident or even been killed.
- [Felicity] By who?
- Well I've been thinking.
Maybe he was being followed by this fellow Captain Borden
who broke in here the other night
looking for Captain Crane's map.
- I'll bet Captain Crane is hiding.
Maybe he doesn't want this other man
to find his map.
- Yeah, maybe he just disappeared
to throw Borden off track.
See Borden had the other part of the map.
But you see, I've seen both parts.
I got a good look at Borden's half
when I tried to pilfer it for Captain Crane
from the boarding house.
I gotta go back where he was last night
and go north from that site.
- We're coming with you.
- [Sara] See, Felicity.
I told you Gus would find us some real treasure.
- All right girls.
But if we find the treasure, it belongs
to Captain Crane.
It was his map.
Come on.
It's just up ahead.
The pile of stones is the landmark.
I remember now.
It's 50 paces that way.
- But Gus, we can't go any further.
- [Gus] We have to go down to the beach.
There should be a cave near that rock.
- Look, there's the cave.
- Come on, let's go.
(light music)
Let's try this way.
Look.
Skull and crossbones.
The map said they'd be near the mouth of the cave.
Come on.
- Oh!
- Look out!
(tense music)
- I don't care about Ezekiel Crane.
I don't care about the treasure either.
Let's get out of here!
- Look!
Another cavern!
Stay close to the wall.
I knew it!
I remember this from Captain Crane's map.
(grunting) I can't budge it.
(tense music)
(grunting)
- Gus, the treasure.
Hurry, let's open it up.
- Oh Gus, who would have ever thought
after all the digging in our own backyards?
- This must be the Falcon treasure!
- [Borden] I'll take that.
- Is that him, Gus?
It's not yours.
The treasure belongs to whoever finds it.
It's his.
- No it isn't.
This belongs to Captain Crane.
- To hell with Ezekiel Crane!
- What did you do to Captain Crane?
(chuckling)
Did you kill him?
- Aye laddie.
He got what was coming to him.
It gave me great pleasure to stick
a piece of lead in his brain.
Now, move back.
I mean business.
And I'll kill you all one by one
if I have to.
- You ain't gonna touch them.
- [Borden] Just watch me.
- [Ezekiel] I never thought you'd stoop so low
as to kill children.
Come on, Borden, come and get me then!
(gun firing)
(cackling)
You missed, you missed, over here!
(gun firing)
Over there!
Here I am!
You, give me that!
Give me this!
(groaning)
(bashing)
(groaning)
(screaming)
(Ezekiel shouting)
- Take it!
Take your lousy gold, you filthy murderer!
- If you follow me, I'll do the same to you
so help me God.
- Captain Crane!
- What are we going to do now?
- Maybe he's still alive.
- You're right.
I'm getting me a rope.
I'm gonna climb down, see if I can find him.
(energetic music)
Captain Crane?
(laughing)
- Seen a ghost, boy?
- You're alive!
- Oh aye, aye.
That cavern that I fell into were connected with the sea
and the tide were going out so,
I went with it. (laughing)
Ah well.
Well I don't see no point staying on
this blasted lighthouse now that the treasure's been found.
- You leaving?
Are you going after Borden?
- Oh nay, nay.
He's welcome to whatever he can get his hands on
but me I'm off.
Oh, I've been landlocked too long.
I miss the sea.
You can come with me.
Share what's mine.
- I can't leave.
There's my school, my friends.
Besides, it suits me here.
- Aye, so it should.
So you're gonna keep me lighthouse for me, eh?
You said that's what you wanted.
A home, that no one can throw you out of.
- Mhmm.
- Hmm.
Oh.
I found this going through me things.
Eh, it's a beauty.
- A ring.
- A ruby.
Set in gold.
- What you give me something like this for?
- Because you earned it boy.
Putting up with the likes of me.
Now remember if you want to get word to me, you can.
You can just leave a message with old Jacque
at the end of the wharf in St. Johns.
It'll get to me.
- Captain.
Will you never come back?
- We'll see.
(somber fiddle music)
- Your ring sparkles when you play, Gus Pike.
- It looks like it's on fire.
- Pretty aint it?
- May I see it?
There's a jeweler's stamp.
Espania, that means Spain.
1704.
- That's the year the Captain's map was marked.
- Pirates looted Spanish ships sailing out from Mexico.
They were loaded with gold.
- Maybe this is real pirate booty.
- He did disappear for a night.
And he probably was already in the cave
when we got there.
- And Borden never did look
inside that treasure chest, did he?
- Well imagine the look on his face
when he does look in it.
(chuckling)
That crafty devil.
So Crane had the treasure after all.
He probably went looking for it that night
he left me alone digging.
- And all Borden got was an empty chest.
- All right, girls.
Felicity, hold up that ruby and we'll make it catch fire.
(lighthearted music)
(humming)
(sighing)
- [Ezekiel] There they are.
(laughing)
(light music)
(crickets chirping)
(bird hooting)