Blackbeard Sailing Club Novels & Stories

Much of the blood made been cleared but Lloyd could still sense it and see speckles lacing the boards as he made his way over to where Nathaniel stood gazing out at the island. His eyes were glazed and Lloyd knew he wasn't seeing the present but viewing the stagnant images of the past. "Used to hang the heads of the dead from the bow," he said when Lloyd neared him. "Sent to warning to both friend and enemy." "They did that with Blackbeard," Lloyd answered quietly. "They said his body swam around the ship three times before sinking." He paused and frowned. "You think that's true?" "Didn't see it, lad. But I ain't saying it isn't possible." He gave him a sideways look, a small smirk twisting

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.

I mean… There was supposed to be a barbecue on Monday, and then there was Decker’s birthday party coming up, but--- Yeah, he really didn’t like my sarcasm! I must have passed out again, and now I was alone, cursing myself and just anyone I could. Because the club we were up against was the fucking Black Skulls! Of course, I knew of the Black Skull MC! Everybody who was anybody knew who they were. And those everybody also knew to stay the fuck away from them! They were BAD news even after you’ve had the worst news of your life! And just when things couldn’t get any worse, the door opened…

A huge cruise ship was sailing toward the Steinberg port, about a hundred miles away from the coast. "Sir, we're approaching Steinberg port. We'll be docking in a little over two hours," one subordinate said nervously to the towering and robust middle-aged man standing at the bow of the ship. The middle-aged man, dressed in a black shirt with a crudely written "Malcolm Sect" on his back, stood tall like a sword at the bow, unperturbed even as the waves rocked the ship from side to side.

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."

Because the beach is secluded, and only few people know about the existence of the beach, no one can find the corpse of this fisherman unless they come to that place. "All! Let's go from here!" Harith ordered while shouting to his crew, and was followed by them including Francisco and Kareem. Harith and his crew boarded their ship, they didn't care about the storm that was crashing, they tried to escape from the island. They rushed to board their pirate ship and departed from that place. "Quick! Run this ship!" Harith's ordered to the man who runs this ship.

(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.

he tried to assure me, knowing Keenan there is no way he would take me back, he lets me have my way most time but when he is keen on doing something, he usually goes the extra mile to get it done and mostly it is usually on the extreme side of things, like taking me to a social gathering which will evidently be the death of me. As we got down from the car after an hour's drive to the outskirts of town to Club beach. It is called club beach because at night the place is transformed into a club and in the morning it is just your regular beach. So teens that go there normally stay till night to party too. There were already so many kids there, I recognize some from my school and that was when

After all, Red Beard, who was said to be the second son of a small merchant family, was considered a highly educated man among the average pirate. Without further ado, Redbeard selected more than 100 pirates with passable looks to pose as three merchant caravans and set sail for the port of Sarzau on one three-masted ship and three two-masted vessels.

"Honestly, I forgot it was in my hands." "If you don't like beer, we have other things you can drink." "Not if anyone else is boarding," Beckett growls. "You know the rule. No liquor until we're done behind the boat. Drunk spotters are worthless to me." "Yeah, sure thing," Julian says hastily. "Ezra, you want a run?" "Shit yeah," he answers, riding up to the platform to get into position. Sailing past me, he is laughing. "Aren't you sweating balls, man?"