Blackbeard: Terror At Sea Novels & Stories

Mercenaries like them had to maintain a high level of vigilance at anytime and anywhere. The bald man said with a heavy look, "It's very strange. I didn't see the enemy at all. All of a sudden, he fell into the sea." Black Hawk said, "Barker hasn't returned yet. Could it be that something bad has happened?" After that, he also stuffed his fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly. However, the sea was still calm and there was no figure of anyone on it. "That's right. Barker must have died as well. We have to be careful."

But somehow… part of me did. Trevor stared at the ships with pure horror. “No.” Nobody answered him. Because honestly? There was nothing to say. We were trapped in the middle of the ocean between a giant sea monster, a hunter fleet, and a storm trying to kill us. At this point my life genuinely felt cursed again. The Hollow circled beneath the ship slowly, glowing red eyes visible under the dark water. Waiting. Watching. The spirit beast remained near us too, silver flames glowing across its massive body while it growled toward the approaching fleet.

She was more fearsome than the deep sea's Red Tooth Sharks. Morticia furrowed her brows and said unhappily, "What? Do you want to die, too? "No, no…" Immediately, the pirate started to panic. He did not dare to go against Morticia's order. He nodded and said, "I'll do it. I'll do it now." Then, he hacked off Jotun's head. A few minutes later, Jotun's head was hung at the bow. After that, under Morticia's instigation, those pirates navigated the ship toward the Black Stone Island.

Jack gripped Anne's chin so tightly that the girl winced in pain and burst into tears, "Now go back to the banquet hall and fulfill your agreement!" Jack signaled with his expression for Anne to follow him back to the banquet hall. Anne helplessly obeyed her best friend's wishes. "Wipe your tears!" Jack ordered. Anne quickly wiped away her tears. Anne was surprised when all the guests had consumed almost half of the human heads before them. The pungent fishy odor didn't seem like much of a nuisance to them and they were used to it. Some of them ate with their mouths covered in blood. Anne and Jack returned to their seats.

But this was not a John Hughes film, and Christopher did not appear in the doorway…but it was the next best thing; sixteen Marines crowded into the room wearing their meanest expressions and fatigues that stretched across toned bodies. "Are you harassing this woman?" spoke a black man wearing sunglasses even though it was barely seven am. "I-no. I was just—" Tom Kardel turned to Ashleigh as if she would corroborate his story but she just moved away from him. A Hispanic man took a step forward. "You need to leave, buddy." He was nearly as tall as Christopher and just as cut. He cracked his knuckles and it sounded like twigs breaking. "And never come back."

And, if the sea raiders who were local pirates looking to raid islands and take away treasure and slaves knew this, the Blackwells had a lot to be afraid of. It meant either of three things; the raiders had finally joined forces with a rival of the Brockbanks, were working for a higher power or Mannus had become more ambitious. Whatever the reason was, it was the least of my problems right now. We needed to get off this ship and find Sweeney. “Sweeney,” I echoed and looked at Aisling. “Where is he?”

scar on his chest was no longer burning, but had become… pitch black, like a true “hollow.” He used his last strength. “Boss!” Marcus rushed over. “The ship…” Jack’s voice was weak, “Alia…can it… be repaired?” “The engine room…is completely destroyed…” Alia’s voice was choked with sobs, “We…we’re sinking…” The “Black Mary” was slowly sinking. Just then, a muffled, thunderous engine roar echoed from the horizon. It wasn't the "Deepsea Hound," nor was it a warship. It was a… a colossal, unimaginably black… nuclear-powered submarine.

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

Entering the water, I raise my hands and pull the boat under the waves and direct it to the abyss. Breaching the surface, I shriek loudly, and we move towards Moonlight Cove. “Show them no mercy. Keep the children alive. Everyone else, kill them all.” I say through the link. We emerge on the beach and we all shift. Clothes have been left near the water for us. We all dress and move up the beach. The storm rages on and we start to jog before we sprint. First place on the hit list. Montgomery Fishing Corp. We move silently, like the predators we are. The building comes into view as I signal for us all to stop and crouch low. The smell of fish in the air and I growl.

They both had an awe-struck look on their faces, Raisel turned to him, “I think we can both agree that if there’s something we both love, it would be the ocean, the sea” He nodded, “The sea is a beauty to behold.” “Excuse me”, a young man said to them, “If you will be joining the ship that will leave soon, it will be best if you paid your fare to the owner of the ship” “Which ship is setting sail now?”, Raisel asked. “The Black Hollow”, the man pointed at the only black ship at the dock. “Why does everything about this journey just scream terror?”, she whispered to Dragomir rhetorically.