Pirate B Page

The birth certificate of a king who should never have been born.

Pirate B. didn’t want a throne. She didn’t want a pardon. What she wanted sat in a cage at the bottom of the Admiralty’s own dungeon: a pale, sharp-eyed girl they called “the Key.” The only person alive who knew where the real treasure was buried. pirate b

And she plans to begin by burning the world down. The birth certificate of a king who should

She didn’t fly the black Jolly Roger. Her flag was a tattered blue field with a single golden letter B , stitched crookedly by her own hand at fourteen, the night she burned her foster home to the waterline. pirate b

Not gold. Not jewels.