Pirate Oc Novels & Stories

The Battle of the Mid-Atlantic Jade burst onto the deck. The sky was a bruised purple, and the ocean was churning with unnatural, bioluminescent foam. Three "Skitter-Craft"—low-profile pirate boats—were circling the Acheron, firing harpoons made of conductive copper wire. The wires hissed as they hit the ship’s deck, siphoning the Acheron’s power and feeding it back into the pirate’s own "Hate-Cores." "They're draining us!" Aris screamed from the bridge. "In two minutes, the shield goes down and they’ll board!"

His eyebrows climb. "That pirate is completely naked. Surely that has to be unsafe?" "He’s wearing a sash." "That’s not clothes." "It covers the relevant areas." "Nearly. If you look on the side there you can see the outline of one of his balls." "Oliver, please." "I’m just saying. If you’re reading that in this van, you’re committing to the rest of us also reading it." "Fine. Then I’ll read aloud. This could be educational for some of you," Tariq says, and clears his throat.

His face turned a deep scarlet as he clenched his fingers in his fist. “I had been wondering why a pirate was here,” asked Roman, the commander of the Dusk pack’s navy. Nox’s face turned redder. He gulped hard, correcting his clothes and hair hastily. I am sure he tried looking his best for this meeting. “I can sense your kind from a nautical mile,” Roman said. “These people are a big nuisance in the seas and the oceans. I don’t see how this one could be useful to us.” Reading the change in my expressions, Levi cleared his throat.