Shanks Pirate Novels & Stories

“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

William said stunning the two. They had thought that the Singhs will make a big deal out of everything. Especially, that young man called Shane. He was known for his ruthlessness. Though he worked for the Shaltinels Group, they all knew that he had some shares in the Singh Group thus when he was needed, he would go work for them.

And anchored in the center of the dark water was a ship. It wasn't an Imperial dreadnought. It was a sleek, black-sailed schooner. It looked fast and mean. "The Nightshade," Tristan breathed, a smile breaking through his exhaustion. "I recognize the rig. That’s Captain Vane’s ship." "Vane?" Saoirse stiffened. "General Vane?" "No relation," Tristan assured her. "Captain Silas Vane. A pirate, a smuggler, and a man who owes me three thousand gold credits from a poker game in Oakhaven."

No older than twenty, with a scar on the left side of his face across the mouth and a rune carved into the side of his throat as if someone took a knife to his flesh. The pirate nods her head to the newfound face and speaks. “You are a long way from home mate, what empire are you from?” Those dark eyes linger upon the woman, but his voice does not propel forward, he is silent. Tegan grins a little and looms his gaze over to his partner who he sits by. He waves a right hand, signaling to him that it is okay to talk. The man bows to Tegan out of respect and virtue then looks back over to the pirate. “Khan.” He says in a stifled and stoic tone of voice. Salavanta thinks over the information tha

Without turning around, she asked, "Tell me... what do you know about your family's shipping business?" ​Dizer answered cautiously, "I helped build it." ​Vivian laughed quietly, slowly looking back. "No. You helped expand it. You didn't build it." ​Dizer's expression hardened. "What are you talking about?" ​Vivian walked closer, her smile widening. "The empire you believe belongs to Kendall Shank... was never his to begin with." ​Liam arrived at the warehouse, where two armed guards stood outside. One stepped forward. "Doctor Oscar?"

Such were his exploits at the helm that many of his contemporaries suspected him of being in league with the Devil. It is said the devil himself had given Dutch pirate captain Hendrick van der Decken the power to make his ship the fastest ship on all the seas, after the man sold his soul to him one night with a full moon. No ship could travel faster than the reckless captain's ship: it broke the waves and broke the furious winds to reach port in a matter of hours or a few days. The sailors who traveled with Van der Decken respected and feared him at the same time, but they liked sailing with him because he was fair in sharing profits and treasures. Besides, he liked to take them to brothels

"They do whatever pleases them. Their mess is not my responsibility. Just go ahead and kill them or report them to the knights. Make sure you play with death very well." Ophelia suggests that "Why won't you command your pirate minions? You're the captain of the ship." "Pirate?" "Dad, what's a pirate?" "I don't do free favors." He shrugs. "It's not a— Alright." I calmed myself a bit. "Perhaps it's the compensation for the fray I had done. What do you want?" "Ten million gold!" "You just got a whole treasure, greedy," Ophelia says. "I cannot afford that. You won't mind if I report your pirate minions for the knights to capture them?"

When England said that he would steal Spanish ships, he gladly obeyed. He was given a small army of fifty men to accompany him on his journey. He envisioned a bright future and to make that future a reality he created the leather book. The first serve was in the Pacific. On a stormy day, the mast was broken by the waves, there was no hope for the ship. And then the Spanish fleet was sighted. The pirates didn't waste a second and flipped their ship to pieces. When they arrived aboard the cargo ship, victory was easy. There were only supplies and hardly any soldiers. The cargo ship was made to withstand storms, and with it Captain Red returned victoriously to the shores of England.

Swisshh. Right above the sky palace ship, a man dressed like a pirate stared at the ship with an evil smile. The ship below had something interesting, a cannon that could poison and kill experts in the realm of kings. It was something that greatly interested him, and he thought about getting Long Chen's ship for himself. "It seems that there are no experts in the sky emperor realm as strong as me there. They look like a bunch of foolish young people trying their luck crossing the foggy sea!" said the man with a pleasant smile, knowing that there were no experts as strong as him on Long Chen's ship.

He was young, yet his enthusiasm resonated through the ship, lifting the morale of the crew even as the enemy surged forward. As the melee unfolded, the pirate ship's captain—a man with an unmistakable presence, draped in shadows and darkness—stood atop the enemy vessel's bow. His eyes glinted with predatory glee as he held the unmistakable black flag adorned with a blood-red skull. His very presence threatened, igniting a fervor among his crew as they swarmed onto the ship, thirsting for carnage. “Prepare to taste steel!” he roared, his voice cutting through the turmoil.