St Thomas Blackbeard Castle Novels & Stories

It was either we have succeeded in scaring him off or he was planning something big. I hate waiting. I like to strategies and make my moves. The Northlands was duly fortified by both magic and tactical defences but I wasn’t cocky enough to think we are impenetrable. They tried to get to my little ones and enslaved a bloody guardian. Blackbeard wasn’t able to give the accurate number of the invaders for some reason and I still haven’t figured out what that ballon was for.

When the Captain appeared in the doorway, Thomas wasn’t surprised. “What are you doing Thomas?” asked Captain Black. “What the hell does it look like? I am visiting with my mother.” Thomas looks a strong pull off the whiskey bottle that sat on the table. “Are you planning on sitting here all day and night?” questioned Captain Black. Thomas brought the glass to his lips and took a sip of the no-name whiskey his mother kept under the cabinet. “Is that a trick question?” was the only reply the Captain received in the fifteen minutes that he stood there.