Black Sails Billy Bones Novels & Stories

Then, Yarl strode out of the cabin. F*ck! He would kill those pirates for interrupting his fiend soul incorporation process, no matter what it took. Yarl was filled with nothing but rage. He had almost gotten the fiend soul before he was interrupted. Anyone would be angry at the situation. Whew! Yarl came to a halt when he saw what awaited him on the bow deck. A row of nearly ten ships could be seen in the distance in the ocean. Every vessel had 50 soldiers, and they had surrounded the Blanc clan's boat. Those men wore blue long-sleeved shirts that appeared to have been meant for swimming, and they wielded long knives.

Her father King Zikhali Reed must have been devastated. The Black Spirit was right, she mulled over this depressing realization. Diego was alone and stranded. Now that she was in the hands of the Dornishmen, she knew of their plan to end her life by sucking the Black Spirit out of her being and transferring it to King Dorian’s own being. Diego knew that once the Spirit was extracted from her, she’d die on the spot. Apparently, the experience was like having your soul sucked out of your body.

They did not return their weapons. As the sun began to set, casting long, bloody shadows across the water, the four galleons slowly raised their sails. The wind caught the heavy canvas. The ships turned heavily in the bay, navigating through the floating wreckage of their own armada, and began the long, humiliating journey back to the edge of the map. I stood beside Zane, watching the white sails shrink into the distance until they were swallowed by the gray horizon. The ocean was empty again. "It's over," Zane said quietly.

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

This was the same person who had previously said he would use this ship to overturn his small boat. "Ah!" A piercing scream suddenly echoed from inside the cabin. The startled Adrian pushed aside the people around him and rushed toward the cabin. At the same time, Billy rushed out. "Something bad happened! That ghost has appeared again. She has our crew members and several passengers in the middle deck!" Billy shouted. Half of Billy was covered in blood and there was a big wound on his arm. He knew that all the skilled individuals on the ship were on the ship's stern, and even though Anthony had instructed him to deal with the ghost, he knew he was powerless against the ghost.

Nearby, a torn shirt fluttered in the wind. It was stained with blood. Isabella’s breath hitched behind me. “That’s Kelly’s,” she whispered, stepping closer. “I recognize the stitching — I helped her sew that damn sleeve back on.” She touched the fabric with trembling fingers, but I could see it — she wasn’t going to break. She was already planning the next step. Gods, she was dangerous when she went quiet like that. Mason returned, his face grim. “Found a captain who remembers seeing a cargo ship leave two nights ago. No paperwork. Paid in cash. Headed south.”

Captain White drew the rusty knife from his belt and stared at the approaching speedboats. I stood on the reef without moving. The speedboats rushed toward our fleet. The lead pirate held up a homemade firearm and laughed wildly. The moment they crossed the eel line, I gave the command in my heart. "Discharge." Blue-white lightning burst beneath the surface. Crackle. The engines of the two speedboats smoked, sparked, and died. The pirates on board convulsed from the shock, screaming as they fell into the sea. The remaining pirates desperately paddled away and fled in disgrace.

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 morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

He tapped into the memories of the pack, the intelligence reports he had memorized years ago. "The Boneyard," Kaelen said opening his eyes. "It’s an old ship graveyard down the coast. Silas used to use it for smuggling runs. It has a landing pad." He turned to me. "Can you walk?" he asked. I tried to stand. My legs were jelly. I wobbled. Kaelen didn't wait. He scooped me up into his arms. He held me against his bare chest. "We run," he said. He started to move.