Blackbeard Marine Novels & Stories

"See? I told you. I saved both of you from something neither of you would've recovered from easily." He let it land and then moved on. "We're heading back to Atherton today, but we'll be back within the week for whatever's still left to sign. In the meantime, get the board ready. And Cassie's energy being what it is right now, you call me directly if anything comes up. I mean that." Drake nodded, and there was more in it than gratitude. For years Blackridge Maritime Group had held its position without being able to touch the resources grandma had locked behind her rules — all of it sitting there, patient and accumulating, waiting for the right person.

Reyes would be watching his face when he did. Beckett had the water. Ex-Coast Guard, gone freelance and expensive, and worth every dollar because he could tell you which slip a boat could leave from at which tide without a single wake to remember it by. Beckett was in a kayak two hundred yards out in the pre-dawn dark right now, doing nothing but existing, memorizing the marina from the one angle nobody ever guarded, the sea side, the blind side, the side that in every stupid movie the villain always forgot he had.

It was useless for him to avail all that pleasure without anyone to share with. He got up from the couch and walked towards the opposite wall where all her pictures hung. They were cuddling, laughing and having the best moments together. A wave of nostalgia hit at the moment as he was carried back to the past memories. Marcellus Thor was a strong, powerful Lycan who was also the leader of the Rogue pack. He was 27 years old and disguised himself as a club owner to live between humans. Nobody knew what he was capable of except the members of the pack. Lycans have the special ability of being capable of changing themselves into their wolves whenever needed. They are half humans and due to the

The black wolf’s fang eclipsing a silver moon stared up at the council like a declaration of war. "Three thousand Oakhaven mercenaries," Marcus announced, his voice booming off the rafters. "Sailing on a fleet of fifty longships. They’ve bypassed the outer island lookouts under the cover of the heavy fog. At their current speed, they will breach the shallow waters of the western rocky bays within forty-eight hours."

Adrian stood on the deck and looked ahead. Then, he leaped into the sea. One of the large ships was brightly lit. It was at the backmost position and it was the command center of the enemies. These ships were carrying Black Nergal’s banner, instantly revealing them as Black Nergal’s members.

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

she said, still chopping away. I gulped at that. I couldn’t really wrap my head around the size of this place. “Why is it called Black Cove,” I asked, since she seemed so agreeable to answering questions. “Oh you’ll see one day. We have a large coastline on the southwest end, it’s stunning. White sandy beaches and clear water. I haven’t been in awhile but I’d love to take the kids in the summer. The tale is that there was a big human pirate ship called “The Black” that sank half a mile off shore,” she said, as she moved around.

He walked out of the cabin and was about to take over the task of steering the boat from Eira when water lapping sounds started coming from nearby at that moment. “Swoosh!” The seawater’s sounds were strange. Ambrose subconsciously looked to the sea. He was instantly stunned as what he saw made him shudder and gasped! Uh…uh… At that moment, Ambrose’s jaw dropped as he thought he was hallucinating. He then rubbed his eyes with a face full of shock! He saw thousands of sailing ships majestically sailing nearby on the sea. It was indeed more than a thousand of them! Those sailing ships were flying a black flag with a white shark embroidered on it. The contrast of the black and white was jarring

And she would never leave this god's forgotten place. We reach the main crossroad and as always, I turn left and Keenan goes right. He gives me a soft smile and ruffles my hair playfully, then heads to the butcher to sell the deer's antlers and skin to get some money. I, on the other hand, go straight home.

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.