Blackbeard Tavern Novels & Stories

I would’ve liked to have surprised her with the pub crawl at the end, but I figured this way she knew I wasn’t just taking her on a long, snowy walk for our date. “We have a tour guide who will be dressed in an eighteenth century costume. They’ll take us to a couple of sites before we visit four pubs on Blackstone Block. According to the website, that was where the Revolution was brewed and where the players got their courage and inspiration.” Marissa laughed, a sound that was like music to my ears. “Figures no one would’ve been able to lead a revolution sober.” I shrugged, giving her a sidelong grin as I met her eyes in the rearview mirror of my car. “It’s important to take a break sometime

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

I growled softly, my voice a rough rumble that easily cut through the high-pitched shriek of the grinding machinery across the street. He swallowed hard, slowly pulling his calloused hand away from his wrench as he stepped aside, leaving the heavy timber door completely unguarded. Inside, the tavern was a chaotic maze of stained timber benches, thick tobacco smoke, and the deep-throated laughter of Southern Drift mercenaries celebrating their upcoming deployment. High-output electronic slot terminals lined the far wall, their cheap blue display screens throwing a flickering light across the pale faces of the local information brokers. Aria cut a direct path toward the back booth where an old

The two-day growth of beard gave him a rugged, predatory look that contrasted sharply with his tailored suit jacket. "Where?" I asked, my voice still a bit shaky, my hand instinctively moving to the slight curve of my stomach. "A coastal estate in Maine," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "The 'Blackwood Point' property. It’s registered to a defunct charity Emily founded years ago, The Rhodes Foundation for Heritage. It’s a ghost on paper, but it’s very real on the ground. It’s a fortress, hidden behind miles of private road and dense forest, sitting right on the edge of the Atlantic."

She wasn't listening but it was better than having to make eye contact with Drake almost every time. He spoke no further and also turned to the speaker. “We hereby announced that the Blackwood Hotel will be opened starting from tonight.” The speaker apparently was the elder master Blackwood who was a very much respected and feared old man, while Drake was the younger version of him. “We may now toast to more joy and money most definitely.” The crowd chuckled and lifted up their glasses then they hit their glasses gentle with their neighbors. Rory and Drake did same and he gulped down all the contents of his glass at once.

Goldman asked. “It’s her night off,” Becky answered. “We’ll have three beers on tap,” Goldman said and reached for his wallet. “I’ll get the first round guys.” “Thanks,” Carter said. “Much oblige,” Nick said. Goldman gave her fifteen dollars. He reached up to scratch the side of his dark hair. “I’ll be back with your drinks,” Becky said. As soon as the bartender was out of earshot, Nick said, “You guys didn’t tell me we were coming to Garvey’s.”

IN THE south part of the vast ocean, there is an island inhabited by cursed people. The prince of the Emporium is one of them, sitting on a chair made of stone curved from the stone ground. “Your highness, Captain Black Beard has arrived. He is on his way-in with the pirates and the soldiers from the Desert Biome, City of Gold - Emporium.” One of his armored hollow knight reporting to his prince. “Father Black Beard is here? What is he doing here? He must be on his way on the hive!” The prince was pretty confused.

The dozen or so people who came to collect the tavern belonged to a nearby entertainment center called Black Water. They had some authority over here. They probably used some unknown method to get Mosi Allen, the father of the siblings and the husband of the middle-aged woman, to mortgage the tavern to them. Now that the time was up, they still could not pay the money. Therefore, they came straight to the tavern. David had witnessed many similar instances in the past. It often happened even on Earth, let alone in this place.

The old lighthouse had been dark for years. Perched on the jagged edge of Widow’s Point, the Black Hollow Lighthouse had been abandoned since the night Keeper Alden Rowe vanished without a trace. No one had taken the position after that. Some said he’d fallen. Others whispered the sea had claimed him for a debt long unpaid. Mara didn’t believe in sea-debts. But she knew what she saw. Three flashes. Evenly spaced. Deliberate. The pattern repeated. Her little brother, Toby, burst into her room. “Did you see it?”

“Well, lucky for you, we aren’t working for Valdis. We are actually trying to catch the man who stole from you.” “What about the man with the red beard then, is there a reward for him? The blonde guy said there would be if we mentioned him to any others passing through?” Pearl growled, continuing to fight against my hold. We looked at each other. Is this a trap? “What red-bearded man? What were you told?” “Nothing!. He came through a few days before he other man and has the same black leathers as you, except he can’t speak. We assumed he’d escaped Valdis. He went east.”