Captain Charles Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

"Kailangan natin ang stealth na 'yan." ​Napilitan si Liam na ikonekta si Vane. Sa isang iglap, ang Black Phoenix ay naglaho sa paningin ng mga radar ng Precursors. Ang barko ay naging kasing-itim ng kalawakan. Ngunit kapalit nito, naramdaman ni Liam na dahan-dahang kinukuha ni Vane ang kontrol sa sub-systems ng barko. ​ANG PAGKITA SA MOTHERSHIP: THE CROWN OF SATURN

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

“Forgive me.” “Croc, you know what to do.” Captain Black Beard told his quartermaster. “Aye, captain!” Captain Black Beard went back inside the cabin. “Ahoy, everyone! Weigh the anchor and sink her, smartly!” the Quartermaster walks in the middle of other pirates while he is giving the command. “Don’t take a caulk!” “Arr! Aye!” Everyone answered and acted immediately to their respected areas. While the captain is preparing his sharp long glazing sword inside the cabin.

I pushed ahead stubbornly, “you’re really going to sit back and watch—“ The next slap sent me sprawling to the ground, more vicious and gum-damaging than the first, and as my skull cracked against the tiled floor, I blacked out. -----

They were made of wood and iron, their sails tattered but proud. On the lead ship, a flag was flying—a simple black field with a single, white zero. And standing on the deck, looking through a brass telescope, was a man who looked exactly like the charcoal sketches in the shack. He wasn't Silas Vance. He was someone else—someone the system had never even accounted for. "The story isn't over," Xander said, his grip tightening on my hand. "It’s just moving to Volume Four."

Noone on board the ship that the three traitors are on move to see what is happening. I watch as three ships sink as I wiggle my fingers and the waves consume them. Not taking my eyes from Carter, he looks at me with a blank expression. I lift my hand and point my finger at him. “You are a traitor. You will die a traitor’s death.” I throw my head and shriek loudly into the sky as the winds pick up and swirl around the ship and I smile as it groans under the weight of the wind. Metal twists and comes alive. The darkness seeps from my fingertips and swirls around me.

Carla Rodriguez Black, Later that day... Location: Northern Atlantic Ocean After the last consultation with Ethan's doctor, he suddenly decided to surprise me with a date on his private yacht, christened BLACK DREAMS. My heart fluttered with excitement as I stepped onto Ethan's private yacht, my eyes widening at the sight of its luxurious interior. It was my first time on such an extravagant boat, and I savored the moment, knowing it would be a night to remember. The evening sky, painted in hues of orange and pink, created a breathtaking backdrop as I made my way towards Ethan, who stood near the edge of the deck, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His presence was comforting, and my nerves

After the tenth match, the captain of the Dornishmen appeared in full grey-and- blue armour and a cape. "Theo Alexand, the Black knight," Daerason whistled. "I guess he just wants to test his strength. What a bully." Apparently, Theo Alexand had not seen defeat in any of his battles, his might insured that he was feared. "Who shall face me?" Barked the knight. No one dared to come out. Everyone feared the big, black knight. "Seriously no one is foolish enough to take him on," laughed the Prince. "You over exaggerated Theo's strength. He can still bleed. That makes him man," the king said calmly.

“All four hundred dollars. Right into my account before Vance even finished taking attendance.” Allie took a bite of her sandwich and looked at me, chewing slowly. “No way. Seriously? He actually didn't try to haggle with you or anything?” “Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “Not even a single word. He just tapped his app and paid the full amount. I literally watched the notification pop up on my lock screen while Vance was still blabbering on about syllabus policies.” “Damn,” Allie said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “That’s good. At least the guy pays on time. But you do remember your other agreement with him, right?”

"Call out the captains. We claim the docks tonight. And anyone who stands in our way…" His eyes drifted off to nowhere, "We stain the waters red." The men rose, a dark tide unspooling at his words. Harrison Blackwood was a billionaire. He was a king of the underground, tempered in blood and bound in fear. And in that moment, it was sure—he'd burn the world to ashes and dust first before he'd allow it to die.