Billy Bones On Black Sails Novels & Stories

“Continue Hunter.” “Thank you Empress Zelda.” He shot Cedric a dirty look before continuing. “Rowell took no prisoners, he killed every man until came across The Black Skulls Clan. They were the meanest pirates he ever did see, so he recruited them to join his crew and sail the seven seas.” “Rhyming ‘see’ with ‘sea’?” Indrick chuckled. “These ghosts sure are uninventive.” “Let’s hear your stories since you want to be judgmental!” Posy snapped.

I wasn’t sure what Crewe and Bones had in common, but it was obviously something. Finley served dinner, but I didn’t dare eat a bite. I felt sick to my stomach. The pain from my eye was excruciating. I knew I would wake up with a black eye tomorrow. Bones and Crewe continued to talk about business, focusing on Crewe’s experience in selling intelligence. They mentioned someone named Crow and his participation in selling weapons to their allies. I was bored of the conversation but still terrified. “So,” Bones said as he spoke with his mouth full. “Did you bring her along just to tease me?”

Sophie's pov The “Scheherazade's” skeleton glows under artificial moonlight, its rusted hull transformed into an altar of twinkle lights and memory. Exactly 365 days since we burned the Blackstone empire to the ground, and the scent of saltwater and scorched metal still lingers in its bones. I trace the railing where my father once stood, his fingerprints long since eroded by the sea, but the ghost of his presence is still humming in the metal. The same railing where Marcus held a gun to Lillian's head. The same deck where Arthur watched my world end.

And from what I could see, Raymond and the remaining members of Blood Creek had already been captured. One of the approaching vessels slowed nearby. An Elder stood at the bow. The old man’s shoulders visibly sagged with relief when he saw us. “Alpha Zephyr!” His voice carried across the water. “Thank the Moon Goddess you’re safe!”

The gold ink on the back of the photo shimmered in the morning light. The Board remains. My heart sank into my stomach. I looked at the horizon, and my blood turned to ice. Six white ships were cutting through the waves toward our small cove. They weren't coming to rescue us. They were coming to collect what was left of the Williams bloodline. "Bryan! Grandpa! They’re here!" I shouted, my voice cracking. Bryan stumbled out of the small cabin, his face pale but his eyes sharp. He saw the ships and immediately reached for his belt. He didn't have his service pistol anymore, just a rusted kitchen knife he had sharpened against a stone.

The burning skeleton of *The Leviathan* sank into the Pacific with a low, hissing groan that sounded like the final breath of a dying era. By 0800 hours, the black smoke from the harbor had merged with the gray morning fog, wrapping Blackridge in a heavy, protective shroud. The naval destroyer was gone, its multi-million-dollar hull broken against our concrete reefs, leaving the coast entirely under the unyielding law of the road.

I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in “Eli, you worthless whelp! Get yer scrawny arse up the mast!” Captain Black’s drunk voice boomed across the ship. Before I could even turn, I caught sight of him. Captain Black was a mountain of a man scarred and bearded, with a cock that he liked to wave around when he was deep in his cups. I’d seen it too many times..usually while he was rutting some poor captured wench against the rail before tossing her overboard.