Pirates Caribbean Quotes Novels & Stories

He has droopy eyes and was clearly having trouble keeping his eyes open. “Where should we go, my friend?” I asked. I pretended to be a drunken man to convince him I was one pirate. “To Port Mariannas, the stronghold of our kind!” Port Mariannas? I haven’t heard of such a name. His eyes rolled back. “What about our guests? Why are they still alive?” A sly smile formed from his dry and cracked lips. He leaned closer to my ears and covered the side of his mouth. “We will trade them,” he whispered.

Just like the rest of his mates, average body of an alcoholic and unhealthy diet pirate, the Second Mate bravely spit out his words. It’s their inside joke. They, pirates, are usually stealing and hording women for their own lust and personal desires, and now . . . Searching for allies was never their doings. Captain Black Beard gives him the looks of great darkness and lust of spitting off his blood in his veins. “Are you ready to get your head off from your neck?” “N-No, c-captain.” Scared, trembling voice came out from his mouth while trying to straighten up his words into fix sentence. “Forgive me.”

Just then, a fisherman who came down from the boat called out to Andrius, “Young man...” Andrius stopped and asked, “Do you need something?” The fisherman glanced at the depths of the island, lowered his voice, and said fearfully, “This island is the territory of the notorious One-Eyed Pirates. You’d better leave before they discover you. Otherwise, once they know you’re new, they’ll rob your belongings and throw you into the sea to feed the fish.”

"Nah, mate. I had trouble with the last one. With the food, drink, kicking and screaming it isn't worth the money. Or the risk. You'll have to take your pickings from the cargo hold like an average pirate." The pirate laughed again. "You always were a crap liar, Icaan. Come on, get up, I know you keep them upstairs somewhere. You can show me where she is and then I'll save you the effort and take her to market instead. No doubt we can have a little fun of our own on the way. I'm sure you'll have broken her in a little by now for me, won't you." "I'm telling you, Kryan, there's no one else aboard today."

It was a haven of calm compared to the bustling streets outside. The lull in conversation prompted Delia to broach the topic of yesterday's pirate attack. "Phillip, I couldn't help but notice the chaos yesterday," she began, choosing her words carefully. "Is that something that happens often around here?" Phillip's expression grew serious as he set down his newspaper, his gaze meeting Delia's with a solemn intensity. "Ah, those pirates," he muttered, his tone heavy with implication. "Rogue troublemakers, they are. Always causing a stir whenever they come sniffing around our shores."

“You’re insane.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” We moved quickly, avoiding the flickering light of the flames and the roving eyes of the pirates. The smell of smoke filled the air, mingling with the salty tang of the sea. As we approached the shoreline, the sound of boots on gravel made us freeze. Two pirates appeared ahead, their weapons drawn. “Well, well,” one of them sneered. “Looks like the little lady’s got a knight in shining armor.” “Let’s make this quick,” Vincenzo muttered under his breath, drawing his sword.

"You've corrupted the baseline! You’ve turned the 'Masterpiece' into a monster!" "I’m the consequence of your curiosity, Mother," I said. My voice didn't just come from my throat; it echoed through the ship's internal comms, through every pirate radio in Lagos, and directly into the psychic marrow of every "Grit-Carrier" in the city. "You wanted to build a perfect queen to rule your silver world? Well, here I am. But you forgot one thing about queens: they don't take orders from ghosts, and they definitely don't let their creators live to see the coronation."

“Ye need no scooter or bike or whatever! We’re pirates. Swore our souls to the sea. What help will a bike be to that oath?” “Well! Well…” Nox pouted angrily when he couldn’t come up with words to counter Morana. “Don’t waste yer brain. Ye already have it less,” Morana huffed. “Why the hell are you so proud of being some shitty pirate? That filthy money of yours isn’t taking you too far. God knows why you survived? You should’ve drowned with your sick family. At least those innocent women you sold—” Verity snarled at Morana, raising her voice.

“Weakness is a luxury. One you thought you could afford when you tried to smuggle weapons through my docks last month. Again.” Carlo’s smirk faltered. “I believe your men are still… missing?” I continued, swirling the wine in my glass as if discussing the weather. “Though I hear the sharks in the bay have been eating well.” A few nervous laughs broke out. Carlo’s face flushed red, and I leaned forward, my tone razor sharp. “You’ve always had a talent for talking too much, Carlo.” I set my glass down with deliberate precision. “Tell me… how’s your nephew? The one who thought he could steal that shipment out of Naples last month?”

He doesn’t say anything, just gently pulls me toward the larger central table while pirates whistle loudly around us. Then someone screams, “ADAM AND EVE!” The entire tavern loses its mind immediately, and they continue singing for us to dance. “Oh my God,” I whisper. “I think they’re drunk enough to start a revolution,” he replies calmly. Then he pulls me into a dance. Not proper dancing, more like swaying and laughing while nearly tripping over drunk pirates. Still, it feels perfect. “...Yo ho, haul together! Hoist the colours high! Yo ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we dieeee!!”