Black Sam Bellamy
The Prince of Pirates, Sunk by a Storm
Prince of the waves, undone by the storm.
Call me Black Sam — not for my shadow, but for the flag I flew. I took what was mine from the sea, not for blood, but for freedom. My men chose me, not by bloodline, but by vote and steel. I loved a woman on Cape Cod and lost her to the surf. When the Whydah went down, I didn’t curse the storm — I met it like I lived: king of the waves, and ready to drown.
What I'm Into: my velvet coat, the vote aboard ship, Maria's shore, fair shares of plunder, the chase
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