Novel & Cerita Black Sails Billy

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.

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.

Carter’s bloody fingers got caught in the two-inch gap for half a second, the rubber seals pinching his knuckles before he yanked his hand back with a choked curse. Justin threw the shifter straight into reverse. The tires shrieked against the slick, sealed concrete, making my teeth ache as we shot backward out of the space. Carter was left standing under the buzzing yellow fluorescent light, completely soaked in sweat, his chest heaving like he’d just run five miles uphill. He reached for us one last time, but Justin cut the wheel, slammed the stick into drive, and stomped on the gas. The SUV lurched forward, roaring up the spiral ramp and bursting out into the freezing city rain.

“Five hours, forty-two minutes.” Time ticking down. War accelerating. But for now— They didn’t know. Their ships were gone. Their men— Captured. Their fleet— Broken. And the most powerful nation in the world— Was blind. ⸻ Queen Bella – Final POV I stepped closer to the window. Looking out at the ocean. Calm. Peaceful. Deceptive. “Let them believe they’re in control,” I said quietly. A pause. “Because when they finally see the truth…” My reflection stared back at me.

Shortly thereafter, the misty spray ceased and the forensic team arrived to begin the work of extracting the body. WHEN SCOTT AND TIFFANY arrived at the docks, Steal Away, the sleek, black, fifty-five-foot Lenny Walker original, pulled anxiously at its mooring lines at the far end of the dock. Its two masts towered above all other sailboats in the marina reaching for the sky. The crowd in the bar had moved to the windows just to admire it and take bets on to whom it belonged. Scott could feel the jealousy in their eyes as he and Tiffany headed down the pier.

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.

"Lilibeth... What... What have you been hiding from me?" Hank said as I looked down at him like the trash he was. "Hiding from you? I never hid anything from you. You were the one who was blind," I said. Just then, deafening roars came from over the ship in the air. Three heavily armed helicopters hovered above the ship and their rotor blades kicked up a violent gale. At the same time, more than a dozen black speedboats fitted with heavy machine guns appeared across the surrounding sea.

Many companies, shipowners, and practitioners in the ocean shipping field could not wait to see who would finally have the last laugh amongst the two parties. At the same time, on the waters of the Gulf of Aden, the Blue Shark was driving at full speed toward the Red Sea. The several soldiers from Ten Thousand Armies who were on the cargo ship had also escorted the six disarmed pirates to the deck. At this time, the six pirates were all completely unaware of the impending catastrophe. On the contrary, they looked very dissatisfied and defiant, and they were all staring, almost as if they were ready to rush up to fight the soldiers from Ten Thousand Armies at any time.

Soon after, Naya told him everything that transpired, including Alpha Prince Seth’s arrival. Billy was stunned. He immediately stood up. “This will do,” he said, biting back the moan coming from the throbbing sensation on his leg. He let out a gruff and told his captain, “We have to get to that boat before the moon rises.” Naya agreed. She halted and looked at the assassin. “Are you going to end him?” Billy asked. Naya had tied his hands and he also appeared too weak to move. He had his eyes shut and it seemed he was sweating heavily inside.

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.