Best Historical Pirate Books Novels & Stories

The four three-masted sailing ships and six two-masted sailing ships that carried the pirates over are considered spoils of war, and Christine could have kept them for herself, but she chose to give them to Master Adret for 15,000 gold coins, half of their estimated value. Her aim was to bring the two sides closer together. After all, the other party was a 15th level mage, and she would inevitably need to ask for advice in the future. Although 20,000 gold coins were spent on this raid, the haul included five three-masted sailing ships, eleven two-masted sailing ships, 5,000 gold coins worth of goods, a pair of magnificent twin fox girls, and more than 200 pirate slaves. It was a bloodbath.

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

When England said that he would steal Spanish ships, he gladly obeyed. He was given a small army of fifty men to accompany him on his journey. He envisioned a bright future and to make that future a reality he created the leather book. The first serve was in the Pacific. On a stormy day, the mast was broken by the waves, there was no hope for the ship. And then the Spanish fleet was sighted. The pirates didn't waste a second and flipped their ship to pieces. When they arrived aboard the cargo ship, victory was easy. There were only supplies and hardly any soldiers. The cargo ship was made to withstand storms, and with it Captain Red returned victoriously to the shores of England.

She opens the door and walks inside, closing it behind her. A captain’s personal room is something ripped out of mythical folklore or legend. There is a bed that is unmade and unkempt. A red blanket with golden entwine edges drapes on the sides. The cottage is stuffed in a corner. On the foot of where Salavanta spends her restless sleep is a treasure chest that is open. There are a few items within the contents such as maps that are rolled up and crinkled like they have been read a million times, extra clothes that have sprouted everywhere near the chest, and a small amount of coin. The one item that is the most valuable aspect among her belongings is a shut and closed journal. Those green e

It was only five short, trembling, pain-fuelled steps, but it felt like I had run a marathon and I was light-headed. I clung to the frame of the bed, steadying myself and catching my breath for a moment before pulling myself upright and reaching for the shelf for stability. My eyes scanned the spines. A bible, obviously, made sense and I had predicted as much. The English Pilot, Fourth Book, Treatise of the Sphere and of the Art of Navigation, A Mariner’s Guide to the Coasts of the Spanish Main, De Iure Praedae, and something that looked totally out of place, Clarissa’s Folly: Or, The Wager of Hearts. There were also a number of books that were blank on the spines, which was interesting.

He was young, yet his enthusiasm resonated through the ship, lifting the morale of the crew even as the enemy surged forward. As the melee unfolded, the pirate ship's captain—a man with an unmistakable presence, draped in shadows and darkness—stood atop the enemy vessel's bow. His eyes glinted with predatory glee as he held the unmistakable black flag adorned with a blood-red skull. His very presence threatened, igniting a fervor among his crew as they swarmed onto the ship, thirsting for carnage. “Prepare to taste steel!” he roared, his voice cutting through the turmoil.

Albert sat across from him, sorting out the letters he had received from Brand's solicitors. His gaze intensified. Seventeen chest of gold, six of precious gems, nine of expensive fabrics. His eyebrows hitched, completely puzzled. Their fortunes were quite the lot, more than most noble men could ever have, Charles thought. He could not believe how much the pirates possessed. With a fortune as that, they could have chosen to go reside in the countryside, buy a small estate and live out their days working the lands. But he knew greed all too well and what it could cause. And pirates were famous for being a greedy bunch.

I dipped into my inkwell as necessary, concluding the page with details of my goals for the next day. Once I finished, I slid the journal back into my desk. Most of the crew was illiterate. Education was a commodity most in this lifestyle couldn't afford. My mother ensured I could read and write. Several languages. So when Evelyn grumbled insults in Spanish, French or Italian, I knew exactly what she was saying. It helped when conversing with other pirates in remote colonies. Most of them spoke French. Kept us from being double-crossed. I reached behind me to one of my books. One of my favorites was about a man, framed for a crime, while his friend helped himself to the man's riches, and his

He was the master of oceans, he is considered as the greatest pirate of the Ard. Captain Zhilayi was a proud pirate. His ship 'The Sea Wolf,' and he traveled from the east pole to the west pole and stole every precious thing from the people. Captain was a stealer but he was a giver too. He made thousands of lives better. And his good side remains in history forever. People say that Captain's ship was sinked in an unknown part of the western ocean. And from then the people who believed in his good deeds named his grave ocean 'the Zhilayi Ocean.'

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin