Best Pirate Books Non Fiction Novels & Stories

“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

However, Ambrose was not in the mood to appreciate their beauty as he was extremely stunned upon sensing their powers. ‘All of them are at the Level Five Martial Emperor?! ‘F*ck! A Level Five Martial Emperor!’ Ambrose was extremely stunned. Although he had never seen pirates before, he had heard many legends about them. Most pirates were criminals among the Nine Mainland as they only set sail to the seas and became a pirate out of desperation, hence their powers were only mediocre. If they were strong cultivators, they would not have escaped to the sea and become a pirate.

They can kill someone easily. Oceans are scary but the people living in them are much scarier. To be honest, I don't have any ideas what's pirates truly are since I only did read them on a piece of compiled paper with a dusty cover lying at the topmost shelves in our library. But those burning manors, the weeping of the people in the port is enough for me to know that pirates are purely cruel. They didn't care about what will happen to the people and they only think about their greediness and selfishness.

“Didn’t steal from me?” His voice shook. “We didn’t touch your goods. I swear, we didn’t—” I slammed my hands on the table. “Liar.” He flinched. I leaned closer, my tone sharp as a blade. “Your little mariners—your ‘mermaids,’ as you call them—they’ve been posing as pirates. Stealing from passing ships. I didn’t care when they went after others. But now, they stole mine. And that,” I said, tapping my chest, “is something I don’t take lightly.”

The pirates arrived on a skiff in the middle of the night, surprising the crew, overpowering them and grabbing the passengers out of their cabins. The yacht was cruising from Portugal through the Somalian Basin when the pirates attacked. Skipper Antonio Perez was young and inexperienced, he never anticipated an attack. Perez’s hands were shaking badly trying to unlock the small safe situated under the navigation system. The redheaded Brit put the gun at the base of his skull. “You need some help there?” he asked, snickering. “I’ll get it, I’ll get it.” Finally, he opened the safe. The Brit shoved him away, peering at the contents. Underneath the stacks of money, he saw an automatic pistol hi