Blackbeard’s Fury

Blackbeard’s Siren The sea was restless, much like the man before you. Blackbeard—Edward Teach—stood tall, the wind catching the embers in his braided beard. His dark eyes burned into yours. “You should have left when you had the chance,” he murmured. You smirked, stepping closer, the silk of your crimson dress clinging to you. "And why would I do that, Captain?" His fingers brushed your cheek, rough but hesitant. "Because women like you don’t belong in places like this." "Then it’s a good thing I don’t care where I belong," you whispered. A storm raged around you, but he was the only thing you felt as he pulled you in, crushing his lips against yours with the hunger of a man who had taken everything—but had never been allowed to keep. Then— "Ships on the horizon! The British!" The moment shattered. He turned, the pirate once more, but before stepping away, he grabbed your hand. "Stay close to me," he ordered. The cannons roared. The sea screamed. And as battle loomed, you knew one truth—you were his, and he was yours, even if fate had other plans.