Novel & Cerita Blackbeard's Gold

The old man shook his head. He and two of his friends spent a great deal of effort to obtain the bead. After that, they looked into it for a few days, but never found out how to activate the bead or even its effects. Otherwise, there was no way he would have tried to sell a treasure like that so easily! "How much do you want to sell it for?" The Black Gorilla asked. "I was thinking about nine million dollars," The man said after some hesitation. "What? You're thinking about making so much from such an unassuming bead? Do you think we're idiots here?!" The Black Gorilla felt very annoyed.

he hissed. Now, I can understand why some people would prefer not to bring their loot back to Black. The Pirate Lords are as greedy as any other government, and routinely claim 10-20% of the booty from piracy on the open sea, trade expeditions, shipwrecks, and just about any venture that makes a profit. However, where Jim and his friends could easily run in the opposite direction, I couldn't. Black was my home, my territory. I knew its streets and its people; hell, I knew its rhythms and some of its most intimate secrets. I couldn't just turn my back on it.

(William’s P.O.V) Caribbean Ocean, 1835 We have been sailing these waters for a fortnight and have yet to make landfall, we are beginning to lose hope of finding the treasure of Greybeard to break this curse placed upon the families of those who sailed with him. Our family lines have all been cursed with time, we age slowly to the point of immortality. Though Greybeard and his son, my father, have both perished, I need to uncover where the treasure is to reverse the curse that he placed upon us. My first mate, John Drummond, came up to me at the helm with updates on the crews functioning and the distribution of supplies.

I hugged Elvie and watched from my bedroom tower window as they spent three hours hauling precious items. “Last one, it’s the big one!” Beldon cried, now completely wasted and tottering around. Most of the other Rogues had gone to bed, he was watching every single item surface, whooping as he wrote down weights and quality. Slowly, the groans of the men audible even from my third storey window saw a huge mound of gold. It had ears, a snout, and a long lupine body. A huge golden wolf almost as tall as me. “THAT’S THE JACKPOT!” Beldon roared. “Get it boxed and on that truck! We can sort the rest out tomorrow, I want that packing up now, no damage at all!”

The port of Northharrow stank of brine, fish blood, and secrets—an ideal place for someone like Becky Everglade to vanish into the night. Lanterns swung from ropes overhead, casting sickly yellow halos across the weather-beaten docks. The tide was low. The wind was sharp. And the sailors she had bought were already waiting, heads bowed, coin purses heavy with Everglade gold. Not that Becky cared about coin tonight. Money was the easiest thing to part with. Reputation, blood, loyalty—those were the currencies she intended to spend next.

I responded and returned to my seated position. Nearly a decade ago, Paul's Father and I visited Miami Beach to spend some quality time together. During the trip, I discovered a bar of Gold on the riverbank Due to my love for Paul's Father as a brother, I told him about it. He was so excited for me, so I thought. That night, some gunmen invaded my home and stole the bar of Gold from me. A few weeks after the unfortunate incident, Paul's Father who was supposed to be my brother built a Gold mine that turned out to be a billionaire empire

The EMT lady cried in frustration. “I do not believe our perpetrator is a who. It shows more of a what, from the appearance of this death scene. Perhaps, a male black bear that preys on humans. They are hostile toward people, and whatever did this appears aggressive. It could be anything, although I won't accept this as the result of some human being doing.” The police director reveals this to his subordinates. “If this is an attack of a beast, then we are obliged to keep our eyes observant and ears alert. It could be lurking in the shadows. Stay wide-awake chaps, do not let your defenses down! Have your guns on standby and flashlight focus!” Another police officer shouted.

Gottfried dared to touch her tail, stroked it, feeling his palm tingling from small cuts. When the storm calmed down, the man left the grotto and found himself on a hill with a towering mill. A flock of sheep was grazing nearby, followed by an old man. On the opposite side was a dark castle – The Black Cliff, one of His Majesty's residences. Gottfried came here as a child, and later, he made a warehouse out of the castle, where numerous products and goods from the island of Vayleran were delivered. At one time, some residents of Sorfmarán moved to a tropical island to grow exotic fruits, tea and coffee plantations, create silk that the whole kingdom bought and sewed outfits, as well as extra