Non Fiction Pirate Books Novels & Stories

Elizabeth stopped Jacob. "Sit down," said the captain sternly. "No." Elizabeth is hot. the silence The captain thought for a moment. What did she say, animal? Some rat or something? Is it a cat anymore? There is no way..what if it's a cockroach? "I can't understand. Can you explain me more" Captain "Look," Elizabeth showed the photo on her phone. "This is...?" The captain didn't complete. "These Indians and Pakistanis are eating with hands..." Elizabeth vomited.

Jonah's stomach twisted in on himself and he felt sick. “It's a bait ship.” Claire said her voice panicked. “Bait ship?” Jonah asked as he watched Jack drop his sword. “The queen has armed ships with her colors posted daring pirates to attack them. When they do, they are overrun with hidden men. They bring in all the pirates, hang them and take their belongings to the queen.” Claire said heading back to the cabin. “What? Where are you going?” Jonah yelled to her. Claire came back out her hat on her head, hair back in a ponytail and her bag slung over her shoulder.

She opens the door and walks inside, closing it behind her. A captain’s personal room is something ripped out of mythical folklore or legend. There is a bed that is unmade and unkempt. A red blanket with golden entwine edges drapes on the sides. The cottage is stuffed in a corner. On the foot of where Salavanta spends her restless sleep is a treasure chest that is open. There are a few items within the contents such as maps that are rolled up and crinkled like they have been read a million times, extra clothes that have sprouted everywhere near the chest, and a small amount of coin. The one item that is the most valuable aspect among her belongings is a shut and closed journal. Those green e

I dipped into my inkwell as necessary, concluding the page with details of my goals for the next day. Once I finished, I slid the journal back into my desk. Most of the crew was illiterate. Education was a commodity most in this lifestyle couldn't afford. My mother ensured I could read and write. Several languages. So when Evelyn grumbled insults in Spanish, French or Italian, I knew exactly what she was saying. It helped when conversing with other pirates in remote colonies. Most of them spoke French. Kept us from being double-crossed. I reached behind me to one of my books. One of my favorites was about a man, framed for a crime, while his friend helped himself to the man's riches, and his

Albert sat across from him, sorting out the letters he had received from Brand's solicitors. His gaze intensified. Seventeen chest of gold, six of precious gems, nine of expensive fabrics. His eyebrows hitched, completely puzzled. Their fortunes were quite the lot, more than most noble men could ever have, Charles thought. He could not believe how much the pirates possessed. With a fortune as that, they could have chosen to go reside in the countryside, buy a small estate and live out their days working the lands. But he knew greed all too well and what it could cause. And pirates were famous for being a greedy bunch.

CHAPTER17 About forty-five year later, a young man was reading a book titled, The Destruction of the Ghost Pirates, which was published in 1702. An old man walked up to him, walking with the support of the cane. He sat down on his an arm chair in opposite direction to the young man, and asked him a question. ‘Titus, what are you reading about?’ ‘It’s your book. The story about funny pirates that terrorized the world. Actually, it’s a fiction book. Book is very interesting.’ Titus said to his grandpa, smiling.

‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he skimmed tens of book covers before he came across the right material to satisfy his interest, ‘Pixies, Elves, Brownies, Fairies - What Every Kid Needs to Know’ with no author mentioned as the writer. He pulled the book out from among the others with caution and took it to the seat he'd secured