Novel & Cerita Pirate Fiction Books

“Why don’t we just give them what they want?” “That’s not your call to make.” I looked around at the men in the room and they quickly lowered their heads to avoid meeting my gaze. My eyes paused again at Pa’s and I added, “There’s no giving them what they want, and besides, I’m not fond of their ways of propositioning. They behave less humanly and more barbarously.” “I agree with him on this,” Pietro chimed in. “They’ve been bombing our warehouses, killing our people, kidnapping our men and women, and stealing our drugs and weapons.”

It was only five short, trembling, pain-fuelled steps, but it felt like I had run a marathon and I was light-headed. I clung to the frame of the bed, steadying myself and catching my breath for a moment before pulling myself upright and reaching for the shelf for stability. My eyes scanned the spines. A bible, obviously, made sense and I had predicted as much. The English Pilot, Fourth Book, Treatise of the Sphere and of the Art of Navigation, A Mariner’s Guide to the Coasts of the Spanish Main, De Iure Praedae, and something that looked totally out of place, Clarissa’s Folly: Or, The Wager of Hearts. There were also a number of books that were blank on the spines, which was interesting.

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

said Keith. "Pirates? what do you mean?" "The northern edge of the ocean is not a safe place. There are so many humans and strange creatures that live and roam around the ocean, including pirates who are said to have sold their souls to demons to gain strength and longevity." "Re... really? You know that much, don't you?"

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.

“No number is untraceable. The pirate cloud that tracks all the spoofed numbers is just a website with messy digits. All you have to do is put in the numbers that you have with a bunch of codes and wait for the server to catch the one closest to us and match it to the time factor.” Luigi’s jaw dropped. “How do you know so many things?” “Online courses while I was bedridden, with a few broken ribs and legs.” Gael met my gaze. “A terrible bike accident.” “So, do we have their location?” He turned the laptop toward me with a black and green map of the Red Port. I focused on the screen. The place where the red dot blinked was ruined grounds, a subway construction that had been abandoned for some

Those people who were beaten up were all covered in blood as they lay on the deck, howling continuously. The people who initially wanted to resist were all frightened. They then did as they were told and handed all of their valuable items to the pirates. While the pirates robbed the people of all their valuable items, they noticed those beautiful heiresses with hot figures. They dragged the women to the side and ran their hands which had a fishy odor along the women's bodies, trying to cop a feel.

Meanwhile, the pirates were closely observing their prey's movements. Suddenly, their prey switched off their lights, including their radar, making it difficult for them to locate their prey in the middle of the dark sea. In the depths of the pirate ship, a middle-aged male man was inside his cabin. One of his arms was wrapped around a woman as he sat on the couch, being fed by a gaggle of other women.

“I asked him to fly over the bay and spy upon the ships. He says there are five ships anchored, one he thinks is a pirate.” “Pirate,” I repeated, fascinated. “We shall see,” Rivyn was thoughtful. “A pirate would be perfect.” “A pirate perfect?” I turned in the saddle to look at him. He laughed at the expression on my face. “Yes, dear wife. They are more likely to take risks, will not have a set route they travel, and will be hungrier for coin. They’re not more or less trustworthy than a normal ship hire - any crew is just as likely to try to tip you into the ocean if they think you have something of value to them.”

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.