Pirate Captain Barbossa Novels & Stories

The boorish voice barked as he guffawed. He was the boss of this group of space pirates and the people working for him would call him Boss. He had been in this area for many years, and he was notoriously cruel. If he took action, he would spare no one’s life. However, he was quite self-aware. He would only rob the merchant ship of small forces like this one and he would never touch medium or large forces’ merchant ships. That was why he could live until now. “God is always watching. You scum and degenerates will suffer retribution sooner or later, and then it will be the time for you to atone for the sins of those who died by your hands!” Marlee continued to curse.

He was the boss that the scar-faced pirate mentioned, the pirate king of this area named Zachber! The scar-faced pirate said respectfully by the pool, “Boss, a businessman said he wants to buy the ship we got a few days ago.” “Oh?” Zachber raised an eyebrow and glanced at Andrius, then patted the two ladies and signaled them to leave. Then, he got out of the pool himself. “A hundred million!” Zachber raised a finger, looking at Andrius in interest.

CHAPTER 1 In16 AD, after the death of our Lord Jesus Christ, a fog covered the whole sea; at a distance, a sound could be heard faintly, from afar, on the seashore. Moment after moment, the faint voice began to get clearer more and more, and thereafter, the sound became clearly heard. “Hum- ah, aa- ah, the king of the sea comes around. Hum-ah! All you men, run-run, run away, hum-ah!” Moment later, a very rugged and scary ship emerged out of the sea, lumbering left and right like a drunken man, as it reveal itself and the crew onboard. They are sea pirates. The pirates stood onboard of the ship singing on top of their voices. Their faces were gruesome and fearlessly looking, shaking their swo

“Return my possessions, Lord Thief. Then I will give you mercy. You’ll still have your head on your neck when I kill you.” “Lord Thief … well, that’s a new one,” the captain muttered, his tone sounding calm but irritated. “You, a sweet little biscuit, says you will give me mercy, eh? Seems you ain’t aware of my power … let me show it to you, then.” Tristan prepared for a hard blow, knowing his opponent would use an ability … or a swordsmanship style … “I shall give you a hint of it,” 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.”

"How come you got this one, boss? I've been eyeing it since its launch." Lorenzo chuckled. "What Zamir Cassano wants, Zamir Cassano gets. It seems like you already forgot about his motto, Saint." He affirmed. Zamir sneered. "Get out of my way and rest, humans." "Where are you going though?" "I'll go and get pineapple with no eyes for my princess so back off." As soon as he said that, Zamir came inside his limited edition Bugatti in just a few minutes. It was when Lisa glanced at me, hearing those conversations made her giggle again.

The story states that he deliberately implored a demon for the power to sail the seas unaffected by inclement weather. It is said the devil himself had given captain Henry Styles the power to make his ship the fastest ship on all the seas after the man sold his soul to him one night with a full moon. Since then, no ship in the record had ever traveled faster than the reckless captain's ship. Rumor has it that they can break the waves as well as break the furious winds to reach port in a matter of hours or a few days. The sailors who traveled with Henry also respected and feared him at the same time, but they liked sailing with him because he was fair in sharing profits and treasures. Besides

I barked. Joshua did, and my eyes locked on the man standing at the entrance of the store. A long, dark tattoo stretched up the side of his neck, twisting, slithering. A fucking python. Arman’s crew. I clenched my jaw. Cartel Arman. The old snakes. I hadn’t heard from those bastards in over a year. I had almost forgotten they existed. But Joshua wasn’t done. He clicked again, switching to a second image. “This one’s from the dashcam earlier, from the car,” he muttered. “Look carefully.”

“It cannot be helped.” “Fair enough. The rooftop bar, in an hour,” he said, making it clear no more discussion was needed. As she stepped into the bar, she felt an electricity in the air. The city sky stretched far behind, but all her attention zeroed in on De Silva, who looked like he was holding court, and the sheer proximity of him was rather unsettling. He was a Mafia boss of sorts and she had seen how far a man like him could go. “Tasha,” he said, spotting her and her extended hand. “Hello, Tasha. What’s going on? You sounded worried over the phone.”

L U C A C R O V E T T O I Stood outside the door of the imperial suite with three of my men, my fist still clenched from the force of my knock, the manager's nervous whisper still lingered in my ear “she said she's not interested, please forgive her” He knew better, he had to plead on her behalf But I wasn't there to make a scene , I was here to get what I want. And what I wanted was that suite. Just a little escape from “ a human tragedy” the daughter of a rival mafia family “ the Barralis”

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl