Black Sails True Story Novels & Stories

EZREAL’S POV It had been two full days since. Two days filled with nothing but numbers, calls, and problems that just wouldn’t stop coming. I barely had time to breathe, and even when I did, it felt like breathing only made me angrier. The last call ended with another headache. One of my cargo ships—gone. Sank in the middle of the damn ocean. The report said pirates attacked in the dead of night. A million-dollar shipment was lost, just like that.

The war room in Blackwater Port was not a room of polished stone and ancient maps, but the Admiral's private cabin aboard his flagship, *The Sea Serpent*. The air was thick with the scent of tar, salt, and the faint, sweet smell of the rum Thorne poured into two heavy pewter mugs. The ship rocked gently at its moorings, a constant, reassuring reminder of the power that slept at their fingertips.

Cheif mate informed the captain. "It seems that there is something. Usually, military surveillance does not come to the work field. It has not come yet. Moreover, yesterday, the client office bought the passports of everyone on our ship from the base camp.. " The captain said with doubt. “Ok, Captain, let's maneuver. A few hours.." Chief. "That's good."Captain responded. Our ship started maneuvering around. "Oh my God...Shark.Shark..." A shout from the main deck… I ran there.

Hugo crumpled the sheet of paper under his hand. "Yes, sir. A fire was set by someone on board Al Zahrani's ship and it sank. Now it's at the bottom of the sea, as you'd hoped, but Sheridan and his wife survived." Daniel kept one hand still resting on the latch of the door in case he needed to make a hasty exit. Waverly sat back in his chair and frowned. "That man is like a bloody cat with nine lives." Daniel waited for the fury to spark in Waverly's eyes, or for the man to shout or throw something. Such displays of temper had happened in the past.

“What’s going on?” He sucked in a shaky breath. “The ship... the one importing the raw materials from Africa.” He began, his voice shaking. “It was hijacked earlier today. And before I could get help, they reported... they reported that it sank. All of it, Mira. Everything we spent months securing... it’s at the bottom of the ocean now.”

Raffaele yelled, grabbing Valentina and I blinked and I swear I saw purple sparks flying after them. We dove, chaos in the depths with Khalid screaming, bubbles exploding as he grabbed me. “Swim, you fool!” We surfaced amid wreckage, the Aquila, Raffaele’s boat was tilting and leaning to one side due to slight damage. Atlantis sank again, swallowed by the sea. Valentina and Raffaele escaped, but we’d lost. Tariq would be furious. And I? I’d failed to negotiate our way out of it.

The masts crashed down on the ship and brought further damage, tilting it so much that it began sinking. Matthew and Morozko were still exchanging attacks in the cabin as the ship sank. Morozko was trying his best to fight Matthew, but Matthew was much faster and stronger than him and not to mention the multiple weapons that he could conjure. Then, water made its way into the cabin and was starting to fill up.

“What do you mean? Where did they go?” “Two days ago, Pirates took over their ship. They killed all 500 passengers, including children.” “What? What do…fuck!” I was cold, hot, and jittery. My head was burning up, my skin felt like I was being pinched all over. “You are lying, right?” “Boss, please, it was in the news!” Yes, it was in the news, but the information on the ship in the news was different. How could it be the same ship? Something was wrong.

Not knowing that the new girl was discreetly listening to him, keeping her distance from them. "He used to work on a merchant ship, he'd been across the world over the seven seas with his great Captain Ricker. He had been in many battles with him on land and sea, especially with pirates. Anyways, their ship came by here once and they took sheleter in this cave to escape the wild heavy rains back then. Then one night he heard someone calling out to his crew, in their dreams." "Sounds like a bad ghost story." "That's what I thought, but each night, one by one, the crew members started dissapearing. He wrote down in his journal that they'd find the men burnt alive by a great beast who lived the

The sirens began to wail from the shoreline—not the distant hum of city police, but the heavy, mechanical roar of federal tactical vessels roaring out from the coast guard station. Bianca hadn't built a trap for us. She had sold the coordinates of the entire meeting to the Feds to clear her own slate, using Adam as the bait to put her brother in a cage forever. "It’s a sweep!" Silas screamed from the wheel, his hand throwing the throttle into reverse as the first heavy-caliber round tore through the roof of the wheelhouse, showering us in a deadly rain of fiberglass and shattered glass. "The Feds own the harbor!"