Redbeard Pirates Novels & Stories

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.”

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

“Well, lucky for you, we aren’t working for Valdis. We are actually trying to catch the man who stole from you.” “What about the man with the red beard then, is there a reward for him? The blonde guy said there would be if we mentioned him to any others passing through?” Pearl growled, continuing to fight against my hold. We looked at each other. Is this a trap? “What red-bearded man? What were you told?” “Nothing!. He came through a few days before he other man and has the same black leathers as you, except he can’t speak. We assumed he’d escaped Valdis. He went east.”

There it was—an unmistakable outline that sent chills down her spine: a rival pirate vessel, its black flag snapping proudly in the rising wind, a blood-red skull etched into the fabric—a symbol of doom that heralded chaos and violence. The crew reacted as if electrified, a chorus of panic and determination flooding the air around her. “It’s Blackbeard’s ship!” another crew member shouted, eyes wide as fear laced through their voice. The notorious captain was infamous for his ruthless tactics, and the bloodlust that accompanied his crew was legendary. “We’re outnumbered!”

Beardo, who had delivered drinks and snacks to Rebecca, smiled the brightest among everyone there. His beard couldn't conceal his grin. He would occasionally utter a mixture of words in his and Rebecca's language. He politely said she was welcome aboard the ship if she ever got a chance to visit again. There was no telling what other ridiculous things Beardo would've said if not for the man in a captain's uniform, who cleared his throat. The captain was appalled that Beardo had invited Rebecca to come back on the ship. Didn't Beardo know well enough how the conditions of their vessel were? Did Beardo plan to kidnap Rebecca aboard again?

After all, Red Beard, who was said to be the second son of a small merchant family, was considered a highly educated man among the average pirate. Without further ado, Redbeard selected more than 100 pirates with passable looks to pose as three merchant caravans and set sail for the port of Sarzau on one three-masted ship and three two-masted vessels.

he remarked. Their whispering irritated the pirates. Others warned them about the whine, but the one who spoke was the only one who understood and could speak English. "Don't dare to flee; we'll kill you before you do!" Said to be fluent in English. The two noticed that its teeth were made of gold. They silently stared at each other, saying nothing. Phantom stopped because it was pirate with an eye patch which dragged Savannah away. The man with the eye patch is their Captain, and he tried to touch and grab Savannah, which irritated Phantom.

one knight with a red beard spoke, “The winds should be the last thing I’d be concerned about.” The salty breeze sighed on Tristan’s ears, filling the short silence upon the table. The captain gave a shrug as he poured another cup of ale. “I’ve had enough pirates messing up with my ship. It’s good that the Lord of Hailborne was able to send you two to secure his trade in Andorhal. But I doubt it’ll be enough.” The other knight leaned on the table, crossing his fingers. “What do you mean to say, captain?”

White-blonde hair sprouting in a ponytail from the top of her head, Ariel beamed at her with a gap-toothed grin. Anna forced a smile. "Alright, you know the drill. Get what you need." As the guests chatted amiably, she feigned utter focus as the little girl worked to place a fluffy white marshmallow onto a steel toasting fork and hold it clumsily over the fire. But she listened for his deep brogue. "Oh, no!" Ariel cried out as her marshmallow burst into flame. "I burned it." "It's okay," Angus said kindly. "I like it that way. It's how I do it m'self."

William said calmly, looking at the tavern with sadness in his eyes. “You see, William’s grandfather was the infamous Captain Greybeard, and his treasure holds the power to break a curse that had been placed upon the crew and their descendants by a witch who was cast aside by Greybeard. She gifted them with the curse of time, meaning that they would live unnaturally long lives unless they were killed in an unnatural way.” Edward continued. “You’re barking! There’s no such things as witches!” Ashe shouts. “No, witches are real, and they have a thing for pirates. Which is what we were until we tried to leave Bermuda.” Harry tells her.