Fictional Pirate Books Novels & Stories

They can kill someone easily. Oceans are scary but the people living in them are much scarier. To be honest, I don't have any ideas what's pirates truly are since I only did read them on a piece of compiled paper with a dusty cover lying at the topmost shelves in our library. But those burning manors, the weeping of the people in the port is enough for me to know that pirates are purely cruel. They didn't care about what will happen to the people and they only think about their greediness and selfishness.

“Continue Hunter.” “Thank you Empress Zelda.” He shot Cedric a dirty look before continuing. “Rowell took no prisoners, he killed every man until came across The Black Skulls Clan. They were the meanest pirates he ever did see, so he recruited them to join his crew and sail the seven seas.” “Rhyming ‘see’ with ‘sea’?” Indrick chuckled. “These ghosts sure are uninventive.” “Let’s hear your stories since you want to be judgmental!” Posy snapped.

Just like the rest of his mates, average body of an alcoholic and unhealthy diet pirate, the Second Mate bravely spit out his words. It’s their inside joke. They, pirates, are usually stealing and hording women for their own lust and personal desires, and now . . . Searching for allies was never their doings. Captain Black Beard gives him the looks of great darkness and lust of spitting off his blood in his veins. “Are you ready to get your head off from your neck?” “N-No, c-captain.” Scared, trembling voice came out from his mouth while trying to straighten up his words into fix sentence. “Forgive me.”

Whoosh. While they quarreled, they heard the sound of footsteps. Then, dozens of pirates surrounded. All of them had well-built bodies and looked menacing. Some of them had red headscarves tied on their heads and exuded an intimidating aura. There were three leaders among the pirates and they released a powerful aura. They were the leaders on Devil Island. The eldest was Zale, followed by Zach and then Zaha. The three brothers' evil activities were rampant on the coasts near Pearl City.

With each word, he could see the vast ocean stretching out before him, feel the salty breeze on his face, and hear the seagulls calling overhead. "Look, Theo, the pirate captain is about to find the treasure chest!" Hazel pointed to the illustrations in the book, bringing the story to life for Theo. Excitedly, Theo jumped up and grabbed his toy sword, pretending to be the brave pirate captain on a daring adventure. Hazel joined in the fun, using different voices for the characters in the story and adding playful sound effects that made Theo giggle with delight. As the story unfolded, Theo's imagination knew no bounds. He transformed into a fearless knight defending a magical kingdom, a darin

Jonah said, shrugging his shoulders. “Well that sounds silly, why would a bunch of pirates give away their loot or whatever you guys call it to someone else?” Claire said, turning around to face him. Jonah just shrugged. Claire narrowed her eyes at him folding her arms across her chest letting him know she wasn't going to budge on this. “Ugh ok. There is this insane man who wants to be king of the pirates and now you have to pay him to use the ocean. No payment and you're caught on the ocean, you're dead.” Jonah said like it was nothing.

the Pirate Lord raised his cutlass sword, causing it to glow against the darkness, “I command most of the tides … conquered the western seas … and ruled the ocean storms.” “I care nothing about who you are … or what nonsense titles they call you,” Tristan replied, “It doesn’t change the fact that you are but a worthless thief. You steal trade supplies from ships and collect valuable possessions from the passengers. How much worthless can you be?” The Pirate Lord’s face flushed into anger. “I’ll make you regret what you’ve just said and beg for your life, you filthy scum. I am the Lord of the Western Seas.” His sword flashed and blinked as if a shadow passed.

“But I have seen pirates with skin that was darker than mine. They come from the southern seas. -Do pirates live on islands next to the cursed lands? - No, they are not from the islands, mistress. They have black metal swords that we don't have. And black clothes made of thin silks. And ships of golden wood topped with bronze dragon heads. - Dragons? Deja couldn't remember anyone using the symbol of these mystical creatures. And their images in the books varied so much that it was not difficult to confuse them with another monster from legends. - Shall I help you get dressed? Shali asked smiling. -First I need to swim, - Deya got up from the bed.

No more worrying about my past, no more stress about my future just the peace I had found in the waves as they rhythmically rolled in and out. I shook my head at my foolishness, there was no way I could stay here forever unless I wanted to sign myself off as a recluse. I opened my book and I decided that if I couldn't lose myself in the woods of the real world, maybe I could lose myself on a pirate ship in the mid-1600s where a captain of the British Royal Navy and the dashingly handsome scoundrel of a pirate fought for the heart of a sweet innocent young girl. Hours later, I finally gave up on the book after realizing there was no way I could choose between the two strong virile men in the