Black Sails True Story Novels & Stories

"If it wasn't a monster, then what? Didn't any of you notice? Or maybe someone accidentally or intentionally documented it?" They looked at each other, then some shook their heads, and one came forward with an object in his hand. "I-I accidentally recorded it at that time, sir. However, I'm afraid to show it to anyone because once I showed it to one of the crew, and a few days later, he died on his voyage because the ship sank in the southern waters." "Does that mean there are still people sailing through those waters?" I asked, sensing some irregularity in the account of the crewman before me. He nodded.

They felt secure though, for most of the ‘pirates’ were gone. However, surprises still lay for the crew. On the very night before their arrival at New York, Grey was lost overboard. No one knew whether it was or was not an acCDIent. Only May, who knew her husband, was convinced it was a murderous attack. It was certainly not the men who had been tied up, for only few of them remained alive. The rest were thrown overboard the very next morning, but nothing could appease the ailing, grieving woman.

He simply gave us blankets and a spot in the engine room. For forty-eight hours, we were invisible. The fisherman, paid handsomely with the waterproof satchel of emergency cash Benjamin always carried, maintained radio silence and kept us hidden below deck as news reports which we could only glimpse on his grainy radio blared the unbelievable story: "TRAGEDY AT SEA: MASSIVE EXPLOSION DESTROYS HIGH-PROFILE CEO'S YACHT AND COAST GUARD CUTTER; FEDERAL ASSETS LOST." There was no mention of Kovacs's involvement, only speculation about a "fuel line failure" or "terrorist activity."