Pirate Roger の小説・ストーリー

"Unfortunately, I couldn't equalize my ears, meaning I couldn't descend. So I'm here on the boat waiting for my videographer and our guide." She directed friendly chatter into the camera. "I can tell you a little about the history of these waters, though. Everyone's heard of the Pirates of the Caribbean. That's not just fiction; there were lots of pirates around here. Hiram Beakes was one of the most famous pirates of Saba. He's credited with the phrase, 'Dead men tell no tales.'" She continued ad libbing for another few minutes and then grew weary of it, putting away the camera and stretching out on the seat at the rear of the boat.

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

a middle aged fisher man quickly replied but now his tone was much different than earlier, now he looked more enthusiastic to help Draco… “Drunked tony?” Draco questioned them with hint of suspicion in his voice “Hmmm…. Drunken Tony was actual a pirate before he came to our village Nakota, he had spent most of his life sailing in different parts of sea with his pirate troop..…. until one day he decided to stay in Nakota and became a fisherman like us…. we… we… can help you, if you are able to convince Drunken Tony to fix your ship” fisherman who looked twice my size replied…

He blurted. Just when I thought I could stay out of problems, I might just be stuck with another dimwit. He was towering over me as I had crouched next to the wall. I rose up, standing taller than him. “What? Are you trying to intimidate me with your height? I am Russell! The strongest pirate the red sea has ever seen.” Of course it was another Pirate, he had just been in here so long I couldn't see it in him. There was only one option here, I clenched my fist and swung at him, punching him so hard he crashed against the wall. “Oh, I didn't hold back.”

They all flocked to rob the ship, but they had actually fallen into the trap of Zi Cheng and Long Chen, the two punks who gave the false news. Dozens of pirates who came to rob the Merchant's ship ended up being robbed instead. The pirates robbed them of all their clothes. That left only their underwear with the upper half of their bodies naked. Qin Yang was not to be outdone either, he only targeted pirate ships that had an immortal on board and took all the good wine from the ship.

It has to be him, behind the anonymous messages, the only one that knows my secret, exposed me to the pack so that he could have me for himself. I shove him back, shaking with anger. Ragnar steps back. He lifts an eyebrow. "Not exactly the thank you I was expecting, seeing as I saved you from certain death." "You're no different! You only want something from me." "Now it doesn't have to be like that," Ragnar says, his voice dripping with silk, even as he bends to pick up the knife. "Greater things are at stake. Half of my territory are being invaded by a bunch of rogues. The Red fang, crimson moon pack..." He pauses, stepping closer, his fingers tracing down my cheeks almost delicately.

The door was solid metal and rusted and the building numbers had fallen off long ago. Jason went to the door and knocked, giving me a here we go look. The door creaked open slowly. I had never understood pack members distaste for rogues until the scent of this man hit my nostrils. He smelled of rancid milk that had been left out in the sun. I didn’t understand what it was until Jason pushed himself between us to guard me from the man. “Can I help you?” The man asked. Squaring up solidly with Jason.

After another subtle nod from the Alpha, Lucianne sighed in despair and defeat before her eyes turned sapphire blue, and Officer Laila went through the questions quickly, “Name?” “Margaret Nyphea Rouge.” “Age?” “33.” “Birth pack?” “Fleet Wood.” Lucianne and Tate exchanged shocked glances. Fleet Wood was demolished by rogues years ago. Their Alpha and Luna were killed along with everyone else. No one survived. Margaret and Stella must have been casted out before then. Wait, were the rogues who destroyed Fleet Wood…Margaret’s rogues? “Husband’s name?” Margaret swallowed a lump in her throat before Lucianne’s Authority compelled her to answer. She did so in a small voice, “I have no husband.”

I asked. " Come with us. We will take you to the site." He says. " Before we go anywhere. You know my name. What's yours?" I asked. " I am Landon. Leader of the rogues. The Rogue King." He introduced himself.

asked Roger. “Do you know about King… something?” asked Rose. “King?” asked Roger. “Yeah, everyone called him devil boss,” replied Rose. “Oh no! Are you talking about Kingsley Aguilar?” “Yes, him!” said Rose. Her breath grew shaky. “What… what did he do?” Roger gritted his teeth. “No one is allowed to touch you! I will kill him! I will kill him. What did he do?”