Our Flag Means Death Blackbeard Novels & Stories

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Adrian stood on the deck and looked ahead. Then, he leaped into the sea. One of the large ships was brightly lit. It was at the backmost position and it was the command center of the enemies. These ships were carrying Black Nergal’s banner, instantly revealing them as Black Nergal’s members.

Ding Hao's pupils contracted. It was a battleship of the God's Palace Army. The black battleship was very aggressive like a shark swimming in the ocean. It quickly flew across the sky. When it got closer, one could see a black flag fluttering on the bow of the ship. The flag snapped in the void like an eagle. "It's the flag of the Moke Fleet from the God's Palace. This is the Moke Fleet!" "Oh heavens, it's actually the best guard camp of the God Emperor... Could it be that the God Emperor has personally come to battle?"

The black ones filled ominous aura filled with hate while the white ones filled with compassionate aura like a saintess. And Issei recognized the symbol on the white flag "That holy flag symbol... If I'm not wrong that symbol belongs to the France... That means I'm in France... And if my guess are right that woman are Saintess Jeanne d'Arc. I have never seen that much holy power and aura on a human before, and only a Saintess can hold that kind of aura. But who is that black one?" He couldn't help but wonder while looking at the black one. At this moment, the situation had a change.

Now that we are leaving a few minutes from now, I have to prepare something in advance like the routes, the roles, and such. I also advised them to change the ship into a smaller one without the pirate flag they're so proud of. They agree but not with the flag, they said the flag is the pirate's soul. I don't understand it but all I can do is to agree. But then again, I can clearly understand what they want to say about it just like how I treasure the people in my world, they treasure the flag as a sign of themselves. At least they promised to lower it down when we arrived at the port. I smiled, pirates are not that bad.

Much of the blood made been cleared but Lloyd could still sense it and see speckles lacing the boards as he made his way over to where Nathaniel stood gazing out at the island. His eyes were glazed and Lloyd knew he wasn't seeing the present but viewing the stagnant images of the past. "Used to hang the heads of the dead from the bow," he said when Lloyd neared him. "Sent to warning to both friend and enemy." "They did that with Blackbeard," Lloyd answered quietly. "They said his body swam around the ship three times before sinking." He paused and frowned. "You think that's true?" "Didn't see it, lad. But I ain't saying it isn't possible." He gave him a sideways look, a small smirk twisting

The flag was white. I didn’t know why they chose such a color. It looked like raising the flag meant we surrendered. I didn’t like it. Still, we gotta deal with what we got. “So, how are we gonna survive in the forest without fire, food or anything that can help us?”

The dungeons, once filled with the king’s enemies, now brimmed with his council, his loyalists, his sycophants. And atop the highest spire, the Lone Star flag, with its arrogant, solitary star, was lowered, slowly, ceremoniously. In its place, rising against the smoke-filled, triumphant sky, ascended the banner of Aeternum — stark, unyielding, gleaming. Its symbols, representing unity and equality, were a stark contrast to the fallen banner, a promise etched in the heavens.

That is, if countries didn't mistake my pink float for a declaration of war and start fighting each other, right? However, it seemed the handsome brute had decided not to leave me to die today after all... Or maybe he was going to strangle me with his own hands so I wouldn't report his illegal, flagless, fugitive yacht. Well, at least they would be hands washed with antibacterial soap. I hoped...

I said to him, "I just want to store my parents' ashes." He glanced at the urn in my hand, saw the flag on top, looked hesitant, but ultimately shook his head, "I'm sorry, you'll have to wait until the ceremony is over." At that moment, a black car stopped beside me, the back window rolled down, and a voice came from inside the car, "With the flag on top, that must be a warrior who sacrificed for the country. Let her in." The voice was calm, yet filled with undeniable authority and dominance. When it sounded, the noisy crowd seemed to freeze - it was absolute awe.