White Beard Pirate Novels & Stories

AURORA I couldn’t see who was coming because of how poor my eyesight was at the moment but eventually, his face came into the ‘light’ and my eyes tightened. He was an older man, somewhere in his forties… perhaps more older… and I would’ve thought he was a pirate except he didn’t have a hook for a hand or wood for a leg. He frowned at me, like he was looking at some pound of shit some other pounds of shit were forcing him to get rid of. It was an effort not to spit on his face like his fucking followers did to me. Goddess, I wanted him to die in the most gruesome way.

He pressed his body against Heitor’s, his foul breath brushing his neck. "I’m going to show you who’s in charge here." With one hand, he roughly squeezed the young man’s backside. "Nice plump ass, lad…" he murmured with a disgusting laugh. Disgusted, Heitor spat directly into his face. The pirate recoiled, wiping the spit away in fury. "You bastard!" He grabbed the lad by the hair, brutally tied his wrists again, and dragged him out of the cabin. Almost the entire crew was on the lower deck with the captain. Rotten Smile pushed him toward the plank of death that extended over the turbulent sea.

But it was his eyes that held the attention; one was green, the other was a milky, blind white, scar tissue spiderwebbing across the socket. "You look terrible, Prince," Vane observed, slicing a piece of apple and popping it into his mouth. "I’ve seen corpses with better complexions." Tristan groaned, pushing himself up to a sitting position. He leaned heavily on his hands, his breath rattling in his chest. "Vane," Tristan wheezed. "You still have that coat. I told you white was a mistake. It shows the blood." "It shows I’m rich enough to buy a new one," Vane countered. He hopped off the barrel, the movement fluid and predatory. He walked closer, the circle of pirates parting for him.

the Pirate Lord raised his cutlass sword, causing it to glow against the darkness, “I command most of the tides … conquered the western seas … and ruled the ocean storms.” “I care nothing about who you are … or what nonsense titles they call you,” Tristan replied, “It doesn’t change the fact that you are but a worthless thief. You steal trade supplies from ships and collect valuable possessions from the passengers. How much worthless can you be?” The Pirate Lord’s face flushed into anger. “I’ll make you regret what you’ve just said and beg for your life, you filthy scum. I am the Lord of the Western Seas.” His sword flashed and blinked as if a shadow passed.

The leader had a weather-beaten face, and his bright red scars looked exceptionally fierce and terrifying. From their appearance and attire, Andrius immediately concluded that they were the pirates the fisherman mentioned before. The scar-faced pirate shouted at Andrius rudely, “Outsiders ain’t welcome here, kid. Get lost.” Andrius pointed at the ship and said casually, “I just thought this ship looked good. It’s quite new and isn’t that damaged, so I want to buy it. If you don’t welcome me, then I’ll leave.” With that, Andrius pretended to turn around and leave.

It was as if she had a needle stab right through her. She was face to face with the man that chased her all the way from the alley. He looked disgusting under the yellow light. Willow assumed his teeth were a dark shade of yellow but under the light they looked brown with spots of black. His black eyes narrowed ,as he squinted at her . His long beard and dirty brown hair blew wildly in the wind. He looked as if he was a washed up pirate and this made Willow shiver. The only things he missed was an eye patch and a wooden stump for a leg.

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.

Her firm C-cup breasts strained against the ripped fabric of her shirt, and her toned ass filled out her fitted trousers perfectly. She glared up at the figure lounging on the captain’s throne carved from driftwood and gold. Captain Isolde “The Siren” Blackthorn was a legend, a tall, devastatingly beautiful futa pirate queen with sun-bronzed skin, wild raven hair braided with gold coins, and piercing emerald eyes that promised both pleasure and ruin. Her body was a weapon: full, heavy breasts barely contained by a crimson corset, powerful thighs wrapped in black leather, and a unmistakable bulge straining against her tight breeches that made Meera’s mouth go dry despite her defiance.

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.

I know I can do this. I can- when the middle-aged human finally disembarks from the caravan, I almost forget to breathe. Because Chieftan Amul…is not what I imagined. Until now, I have only heard reports of the human. The man had quite the reputation as the king of the pirates. One like he could bite through metal and spit out the glass. He was cunning and opportunistic in any situation. So I, initially, had expected him to be a certain way. Perhaps a muscled, hard man, with hard eyes, and a harder face. And an expression that was mean-hearted, maybe?