They called him Blackbeard. Ex-CIA. Naval aviator. The man you sent when the mission couldn't officially exist - and the man nobody came looking for when it went wrong. Now his wife is gone, the poker nights are over, and the bottle that took her still sits on the shelf where she left it. Blackbeard is done. Then a creature wearing a stranger's face walks onto his Georgia patio with an offer that isn't really an offer. The aliens have been here a long time. They've been watching. And they've decided humanity has one narrow window to get off this rock and onto Mars before the chance closes for good. They've picked their man to make it happen. All Blackbeard has to do is take the helm of SpaceX, survive the Washington power brokers quietly gutting the dream from the inside, win over the one billionaire stubborn enough to reach for the planets - and bet everything on a single Starship launch with the whole world watching. He's flown impossible missions before. He's buried the people he loved. He's got the tradecraft, the instincts, and absolutely nothing left to lose. One last flight. One shot at the stars. Blackbeard's Last Flight is the first book in the Blackbeard series - a near-future technothriller that straps hard-science spaceflight to old-school spycraft and a grieving man's last grab at meaning. If you love the engineering realism of Andy Weir, the tech-paranoia momentum of Daniel Suarez, or a Clancy-style operator dropped into the new space race, strap in. The countdown has started. Gab your copy of Blackbeard's Last Flight today.