Captain Barbossa Sword Novels & Stories

Moments later, Jude pulled himself together and said with a smirk, “You’re going to make me chief? “Do you take me for a child? Why should I believe you?” “Swoosh!” A black and red shimmer sprung out of Kaze’s sleeve and plunged into the table in front of Jude. “How about now?” Jude was caught off guard. Holding himself together, he looked at the item that jumped out. The next minute, Jude’s lips quivered. “T-This is the Nether Viper Sword. “The sword represents the Viper’s Den West State Branch leader.”

Maybe I did underestimate him. "Yes. Yes I do." I replied even if I had no idea what I was holding. I'd already suppressed The Harbinger of Doom, totally. "You're meant to melt to ash. You're holding God's sword. You're holding the power of the entire universe in one hand. I'm sorry I underestimated you, the world is yours. I'll go and never return." Lucifer spoke with reverence in his voice and godly fear. It was then I looked at what I held, a black sword, dripping blood, a symbol of a burning bush as its insignia, the Lion and the Lamb on the other side. The sword itself glowed, and I realized that, I held everything, on one hand.

Even Charles the only one he had thought strong had never showed such power. "Ow!" Sebastian looked at him standing there like a powerful figure. He could not tell why but he could feel it too, it was like his blood was boiling to fight him against his will. Like the man standing before him was his greatest enemy. It was the first time he experienced such a feeling. "Who are you?" Antonio raised his left hand to his back and pulled out a black sword that reflected in the light, it did not look like steel at all but something more. Sebastian summoned his sword in his right and readied himself. Clearly this was not a matter to be discussed.

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

“What’s your name darling?” For a moment the man is tunned from such a question being asked in such a lewd yet charismatic way. Once the feeling washes over him he answers in a firm tone. “Lance Terkwood.” The captain folds her arms under her bust and those eyes of the barkeeper tend to shift his way down to her bosom. The redhead coughs and Lance’s head shoots up to the attention of her eyes. “Oh right. Rum or Swish?” Before the captain can answer, Gardax places his hand down and taps his finger on the bar one time, and then propels his voice out to the service boy. “Rum of course.” Lance nods his head and then he makes his way out from behind the bar and enters the room in the back. He mov

Lucius demanded from Sule. “Is that the blade?” Sir Sule asked again and this time, his eyes were filled with dread. “Yes, it is,” Lucius replied again. Sir Sule’s eyes ran through the weapon, from corner to corner. He turned the dagger around and examined it, then his eyes concentrated on the handle of the dagger, that was the first thing that he had initially noticed. The handle of the dagger, where the OWNERSHIP CREST was embellished. Sir Sule recognized the crest and he knew who it belonged to, KING BARROC.

The short-haired woman glared at him and said, "No need for sarcastic remarks." Sebastian smiled and said, "You misunderstood me. What I meant was that if you give up on this BOSS, I'll take care of it." "You? With what? Didn't you sell your bow and arrows?" Sebastian glanced at the iron sword in her hand and said, "I'm without equipment, can I borrow your sword for a moment?" The short-haired woman, still skeptical, handed over the sword to Sebastian, who accepted it with a quick "thank you" and immediately disappeared from her sight.

"What are you doing?" Connor's sudden voice made me jump. I spun around quickly, finding him already standing behind me with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping wet onto his broad shoulders. Barry was still fast asleep, completely undisturbed. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha. I was just curious about this sword," I answered, bowing my head, trying to hide the nervousness that wasn't really because of the sword, but because of his half-naked body standing too close. Connor stepped forward, reaching out to take the sword from its shelf. "This sword belonged to my grandfather. It has no special power. Just a symbol."

"You! We ain't letting you have our fish, we---" The boss didn't continue his statement when he started bubbling in his own bloody fresh, he squeezed through his blood flooding the entire ground with his blood and it was only then he notice a gold bloody sword pierced through his stomach, a blade of a paladin with a different styles not a pirate can wear nor they can use. "Bloody mary! You unfruitful bastard! You scummy iron wines! " the boss yelled screaming as his body collapsed on the floor.

The captain dared to fight me with bare hands against my razor-sharp sword. “Ah!” The captain screamed as his fingers went rolling on the floor like marbles. He gazes at his hand with a horrified look on his face. The pirates made a commotion as they witnessed how I cut-off their master’s little fingers. I used my clothes to wipe away the stain on my sword. “Your blood is disgusting. It will ruin the beauty of this sacred object.” I smirked while looking at my reflection at the blade. “Good-looking,” I muttered. The captain diverted his attention to me.