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Saint of BlackSails

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They whisper the word 'Pirates' with such disdain and disgust. 
  
  They all think that we are one and the same. They believe the filth that smeared on our faces meant that we all live to destroy, to steal, and to kill. They think that we simply hate order and celebrate chaos. But we are not all the same. 
  
  Some of us want order. Some of us beg and pray for peace. But our peace and your peace are different. And because of that, some of us must fight and destroy so that we reach the utopia. 
  
  And because of that we follow roar and the commands of our Captain. We shiver in admiration at the color of the Blacksails. Since, it is never the deaths of many that we want, but simply, freedom.
  
  Wouldn't you fight to destroy oppression? 
  
  Come and breathe with the freedom of The Blacksails and understand, truly understand, liberty.All Rights Reserved

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The Pirate King (MxM) ⚣ ✓ by wambuimuiruriii

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

To Be a Pirate by Curon32

Pirates roam and sail these oceans, ravage these lands, and take all that they desire. They slash each other down in endless wars upon the seas and populated islands. The very water itself is rocked to hell by the firing of incessant turrets and the calls of fear from the inhabitants of these God-forsaken islands. Only a lucky few have no idea what stands outside their homes, and facing a pirate is worse than the Devil's nightmare. No average person would want to be like them... Well, except for one. There's a kid, someone who no one knows. He thinks he's got the spark of a true pirate, a life he's only seen in his dreams. After facing a real pirate for the first time in his life, this kid has a very particular decision to make: Go home, or find out what it takes to be a pirate.

Red Hands by Ace_Stories24

Trigger Warning: This book contains descriptions of weapon violence, violence, cursing, murder, abuse, blood, and gore. This is a prequel to my book, Gains Game. Go read that first! Please forgive the Spanish in this book. I am not fluent, and the only thing I had was a Spanish class I failed in high school and Google Translate. If there are any fluent Spanish speakers who want to correct me on mistakes, I would greatly appreciate it! His hands were red. It covered his skin like paint and dripped onto the floor. It covered him from head to toe. His breath was heavy, and his body trembled uncontrollably. They were gone. He should be happy. He was free. He wasn't, though. He killed them. His own parents. Their blood covered him. His breath hitched in his chest, and the bloodied knife clattered to the floor. What had he done? He was a monster... No. They hurt him. They never cared. They enjoyed watching him bleed. Laughed when he had to fear for his own life in his home. They were the monsters. They made him afraid. He would never be afraid again.

Red Is The Color Of Desire by Ophelia_is_Knightly

"I'm assuming you're a pirate, am I correct?" She asked. His smirk turned into a full blown smile, he merely nodded his agreement. "Ah, I see. You're probably going to rape me senselessly and maybe keep me as your torrid sex slave? And then once you grow tired me, let me guess, you'll throw me overboard?" She said defiantly, though her heart was hammering in her chest. He burst out in laughter, his deep voice melodious to her virgin ears. "I do not intend to throw you overboard. Nor do I intend to rape you. I will have you willingly." She huffed, "Willingly?" He smiled, his eyes gleaming, seductive, "Willingly." -------------------------- Jewel Hugh was rebellious. She wanted to enjoy the things that her brothers' were allowed. Rules were things that blocked off the path to adventure in her mind. And what was life without a little rule breaking? Emile Baudin wanted revenge. His small village slaughtered years ago by a band of thieves. He now sailed the seas in search of his enemy. Jewel finds herself captured and trapped in Emile's arms. And despite the wrongness of it all she can't ignore the fire he's ignited in her heart and neither can he. Highest ranking #2 (10/17/15)

Cursed (mxm) by Forever_Be_Loved

I was made to serve him. I was made to heed his every beck and call. I was dutiful, obedient, proud of my servitude regardless of what the others thought of me. He was powerful, and he made me powerful, too. It was honorable to be his right hand, to be able to execute his orders to perfection. I thought I had done well in this position. Had anyone asked I would have sworn I exceeded all expectations and fulfilled every request without hesitation or error. I had become an expert in anticipation, of knowing my Master better than I knew myself. So why did he give me away? How could he cast me aside so easily? Was I really so replaceable, so meaningless? He had made me for himself, hadn't he? What other purpose could I possibly have? How was I meant to serve him by serving someone else? -This story has mature themes and depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, etc. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Servitude"

Of the Land and the Sea (Jack Sparrow x Reader) by RandomFandoms3

"You. Yes child come. Aye that's a good lad. Have you heard of the prophecy? No? Well have a seat next to me. I'll tell you. A great treasure has been discovered. A treasure that can let the one who possesses it control the waters. But this treasure will be hunted down by a known captain. By people taken over by greed of power and selfish desires. This captain is led by a child of the land and the sea. This captain, is a famous pirate. Cold hearted and dishonest is he. As the ship travels through harsh and unforgiving seas, many are lost, but a powerful bond is made. The famous, cold hearted pirate will go through a wonderful change. But not even the prophecy knows if he will succeed, as hearts change, and with it, fate." "How do you know this is real?" "Don't doubt the prophecy child!" *** ENJOY!!!!

Soul Sail by Gintorro

The Sea Remembers The ocean was never silent. Even on nights when the stars hung heavy and the wind slept, the sea whispered. Of kings who rose and fell. Of gods who gave and cursed. Of the endless search for freedom that drove men into the waves, knowing most would never return. It was said that deep below, in veins no map could chart, lay the power of the Echo Cores-fragments of the forgotten gods, still beating in the bones of the world. Men who touched them were blessed. Or damned. For every captain crowned by the sea, another was dragged into its grave. And still, the world kept searching. On a storm-torn night, in a prison carved into stone and salt, a boy clung to life. Shackles bound his wrists, bruises marked his skin, but in his chest something burned-a pulse not his own. The guards called him cursed. The other prisoners whispered Vessel. The Navy branded him dangerous. But the sea called him by another name. Far away, sails split the horizon-black, white, crimson-pirates chasing glory, navies guarding empires, shadows plotting in secret. Factions clawed for control, kingdoms rotted with corruption, and beyond the Soul Sea Line waited waters no man had claimed, where monsters and myths still ruled. And into that storm, the boy would step. Not yet a pirate. Not yet a king. But one day, the world would remember him. Because the sea never forgets. And it had chosen its blaze. Read!!! "Soul Sail will return when The Divine Tree reaches its climax of the story. Also recently started to start book idea on other genres so look out for thoses"

Road Pirates by WarriorReborn22

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Masked ✔ by AlwaysWillTry

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Dark Waters Rising [BXB] [COMPLETED] by OminouslyAnonymous

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The Pirate King (MxM) ⚣ ✓

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.