Bartholomew Pirate Novels & Stories

Thane Drogos First stop: Rapier Port. Where would a pirate who just came into a shitton of money go? Men like Charles Burmingham were predictable. Deplorable. He would go to the largest pirate colony, brag about defeating me and my crew, and then fuck his way through an entire brothel. While we were en route, Sam spent the entire time hunched over the side of the ship, hurling her guts out while Rio rubbed her back.

No older than twenty, with a scar on the left side of his face across the mouth and a rune carved into the side of his throat as if someone took a knife to his flesh. The pirate nods her head to the newfound face and speaks. “You are a long way from home mate, what empire are you from?” Those dark eyes linger upon the woman, but his voice does not propel forward, he is silent. Tegan grins a little and looms his gaze over to his partner who he sits by. He waves a right hand, signaling to him that it is okay to talk. The man bows to Tegan out of respect and virtue then looks back over to the pirate. “Khan.” He says in a stifled and stoic tone of voice. Salavanta thinks over the information tha

My brow rose, analysing the words, thankful Rose had spent some time lecturing us on how Fey enjoyed veiled speech. "You want this favour first." I stated. The elder gave a sharp toothed grin. "You're clever." The Queen's expression turned guarded, her voice lowering. "What is it, elder?" The elder's smile grew wider. "Oh, just a small task. You see, we've had a...treasure go missing. A precious pearl, passed down through our royal line. We believe it's been stolen by a group of rogue merfolk." Theo's eyes narrowed. "And you want us to retrieve it."

the shopkeeper bowed. Lucia was quite embarrassed and tried to be humble by saying, "it's fine! It's fine." Zane isn't interested in talking anymore and just grabs the set of gear and walks outside. Clarisse followed and Lucia tried to follow but the shopkeeper asked a question, "is that the new hero?" "Yes!" "I hope he can finally succeed this time!" The shopkeeper cheered as Lucia ran waving out of the shop. Zane drops all his gear at the back of the carriage and sees a bottle labeled 'Strength potion, grade 5' he drinks it and his body felt light.

"Anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare, lad?" "Sorry. But my vision of pirates is a guy with a bushy beard and flames tied to it. I guess you've heard of Blackbeard?" "Heard of 'em all, lad." Nathaniel tensed irritably, not relishing conversation after all these years. "Watched a few, as well." "You outdid them all," Lloyd lay back. "At least according to legend. But proof never existed, and I never believe much without proof. I suppose you were more surreptitious."

‘We’ll make much money of caused, Captain, but there’s going to be great causalities, if we go on that raid. Captain Casablanca walked to him, and rested his arm round him, ‘Thomas. There’s no need for you to fear. We’re the most dreaded pirate group ever lived. We have great luck on our sides. There is wonder beer, and we have all the military weapons in our arsenal. Can you now see things, from my perceptive?’ ‘Okay.’ ‘That’s my man. We’ll kidnap the Prince Philip before he can reach Egypt.’ ‘Is that so easy?’ Thomas asked.

Hunter stated. “All of these are going to end in death, darling.” I reminded him. “Ooh, I get to go next!” Zeke said in excitement. “The loudest pirate was Morton ‘Devil’s Charm’ Tyde he lived dangerously and was always ready to die. He loved causing trouble and starting fights; he'd spook the crew when they’d turn off the lights. He laughed much too loud and always made jokes. He was never quiet whenever he spoke. He welcomed death daily and just didn’t care, until his head was chopped off and flew through the air. Now he hold head in his hands and makes himself laugh, while his body tap dances on his head’s behalf.”

"Not too sure I haven't seen anything about it yet. Though even if I did, you know I couldn't tell you." "So, coming here just wasted more of my time." I clipped. Balor leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk. "Not entirely. I can tell you about the pirate you are after." I sat a little straighter in my chair. At least that was something. "What did you see?"

I’m sure my grandfather, his father, has told him the impossible–that he’ll be given the title of Principate and that the gods will find favor in him if he kills the hybrid scum. I take a deep breath as one boat speeds away from the group and angles toward the dock. Bartholomew comes into view, standing on the deck, dressed in familiar gray that matches his pale gray hair. I don’t back away as the boat slides along the dock, sending soft waves onto the beach. He stares down at me, biting back a fiery type of fury I know all too well. “Bartie,” Father says on a breath. “How was your journey?”