Black Sails

By the time I came to… I was already a fugitive. In the deep blue, black sails fluttered. Gold and silver treasures, blades ringing with blood. Pillaging and slaughter, no regard for the divine. Youth fades easily, turning into wine and meat. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Black Sails — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠