Pirate Names Male Novels & Stories

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“My waist...” “Sunnova-...” ... Half a second later, the pirates fell to the ground, moaning miserably. The scene frightened Zachber. Although the people under his command were not decent folks, their skills were no joke. Any one of them could kill a cow with a single punch. Otherwise, he would not have earned the title of pirate king in this area. As arrogant as it was to say, he would not flinch at all even if warlords or generals came.

“Or looking for it?” I looked up. The man had moons for eyes and a knife that looked as if it had introduced itself to more than one person’s ribs. His hair was a crowded roof of dark curls bound with a leather thong, and he smiled like this was all a game he’d already won. Pirate. Quartermaster by the look of him, or a man who wanted to be. “My berth,” I said, pitching my voice low, weary with a day I had not had. “Signed on down at the Rooks’ Nest with a man named Gar— Garlan. Said he’d pass word.”

It turned out to be Jodzio Two-Tooth. There were dozens of unaffiliated pirates in Black, men and women who prized their independence above all. Money talks, of course; so does not having to take shit from anyone. The Pirate Lords routinely canvassed these independents; it would have been remiss of them not to. Anyone who could recruit even a few independents could become a greater power in the city overnight. Jerian and Two-Tooth might be still in the polite stages. But one never knew ... Ledomir and Inavar might be interested in this little bit of information.

Then the little boat-shaped structure that wobbled when kids jumped on it. He tried everything. And I followed him through all of it. “Magic man! I’m pirate!” he yelled from the little wooden ship, stomping around dramatically. “Oh? What’s your pirate name?” I asked. He paused, thinking very seriously. Then— “Captain Fox!” “Good name.” “Renard is first mate,” he added, lifting the fox by the tail. “Of course. He is very qualified.” Aurora sat on a nearby bench. She wasn’t intervening; she was letting us… figure it out. I caught her eyes a few times and she’d give me this tiny nod, like she was silently saying you’re doing fine.

“They ain’t just pirates, I’m telling you. They’re all highly trained thieves … and their tricks can beat even the most skilled swordsman.” “Trained?” Tristan raised an eyebrow. “You’re implying they have someone as a master or lord or whatever.” “Aye, they have. Folks say they have Pirate Lords … and the Pirate King ruling above all.” Tristan’s hand went to check Draphiron’s core inside his pocket. If such thieves would come to attack the ship, he had to plan beforehand. But his trust in his sword skills overwhelmed his anxiety of losing the core. He probably could still fight even when he’s out of the country.

The girl’s name was Charlotte. This young pirate girl had a great sense of adventure and since she was a little girl always had a great interest in the ocean. When she was 15, she had the chance to meet the daughter of a famous pirate captain, and after that encounter, she decided on run away from her home to go around the world with that girl. But the life as a pirate was not an easy one: there were frequent clashes against the ships that belonged to a Royal fleet, and robbery was not as easy as people from assaulted towns described the raids. But even with those difficulties, Charlotte was happy to be a pirate along with her friend.

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

Varen puffs out his chest, and Luxe shoves him aside. “You will call him Varen. We’re brothers,” he adds. “So that makes them your problem too.” “What are you guys? Where did you take me to?” I look around, and Luxe grins. “We’re pirates,” Milo says proudly, and I snort. “Like what? Jack Sparrow?” Milo looks offended, and he scowls while Luxe chuckles darkly at him. “No, no! We are different.” “We don’t wear stupid hats either, before you ask.” Varen rolls his eyes.

"Hey, I want to be prepared. So, what do you have in mind?" He leaned back against the cushions, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... something strong, classic, but also with personality. For a boy... maybe something like... 'Malik.'" My eyes lit up instantly. "Malik... I like that. Strong, confident. Okay... for a girl?" Zaire grinned. "How about 'Amara'? Elegant, timeless... but still fierce." I nodded, already visualizing it. "I can see that. Amara or Malik... I like it. But let's throw some fun ones out too."