Badass Marine Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

The message showed, 'Dear Maurice, Howdy? I am currently feeding sharks at Ocean Paradise. It's really fun here! They're big and bit aggressive! It's really amazing and I feel like I should not enjoy this by myself. So how about you join me here? You can help me by being my bait, oops, I mean feeds, hahaha!'

Madam Marino said coyly with a blush that couldn't be seen by anyone except for herself. "Sì sì ... Solo quelli che non hanno occhi, denti o forse anche un po 'di carenza di cervello ( Yeah yeah... Only those who don't have any eyes, teeth, or perhaps a little shortage of brains too )," Orion said nonchalantly.

"Fuck Mari, you don't have to ask. I'm all in" "Good. Let's get to work then" *****************************************

I can conquer kingdoms. But the ocean? That’s not my territory. Lucian suddenly looks thoughtful. “You know…” “What?” “ is the Queen of the Sea…” “Yes?” “…then technically you’re the guy dating the most powerful woman on the planet.” I shoot him a look. “I’m not dating her.” “You stormed a nightclub and nearly murdered someone for touching her.” “That was different.” “Sure.” I look back at the water again. The waves continue their endless rhythm. Calm. Unbothered.

"Nobody in the entirety of the United States Marine Corps, in its history, eats Charms, EVER! It's bad ju-ju! You, of all people, should know this. I'm giving you three seconds to get rid of them!" He couldn't get rid of them fast enough, as he spat it out of the window and tossed them onto the street. It was superstitious - silly, I suppose - but that word CHARM was a jinx. Every Marine knew it. I let him have control of the radio as we slowly drove the strip, adjacent the boardwalk. Playing with the channels he finally settled on a song. "That's freaking good... who is it?" I asked. "Hell Above... Pierce the Veil," he said as he turned it up.

"I'll hold on to some porpoise or a dolphine, they will convey me whenever I'm tired. I have some friends in the sea bordering Pragoth, I'm sure I'll be warmly received." Theresa smiled then shrugged, "I'll truly appreciate that, Maris, but do me a favour by staying out of sight from the queen and the crew. The queen is cruel." "I'll take my chances, besides, not too many others believe mermaids actually exists," Maris simply replied then craned her neck with her gazed fixed past Theresa, "I don't hear your grouchy little friend anymore." Theresa glanced behind the rock and said with a smile, "It is fast asleep."

He darts out the way and it misses, hitting the tree behind him with a thunk. "What's that for?" he looks shocked. "I told you I couldn't swim, you bastard," I curse. I don't stop cursing him until I run out of breath. I spend a lot of time around sailors in my profession and have been gifted with more than a few colorful phrases. "You could have killed me with that stunt, you asshole!"

"Look, if 'Marcus' is too much for you, flyboy, Mark works.” “I already know a Mark.” Jim skirted over a hard patch of the canyon bottom, picking up Johansen’s trail on the other side. “And you said you were a Marine. Isn’t ‘Semper Fi’ their motto?” Jogging to catch up again, Marcus pulled alongside Jim. “Yes, it’s one of the Marine mottos. And there’s no other Mark around just now, so do me a favor and either call me that or call me by my—.”

I think it is the silver fox look that does the deed, women like falling for that kind of shit. "Boo, you can close your mouth now. I thank I can see the drool dripping from your mouth." "That is gross, soldier, and nothing is dripping from my mouth. Do they make all the Marines so damn hot?" "Only me, boo." "Hahaha, keep on telling yourself that; you might just believe it." "I am going to remember that remark when you want some of this again." "Soldier, I have you tightly twisted around my finger. I am getting it whether you want to or not."

By sunset it’ll be in everyone’s ears, tidied up and sharpened. The Marinos fleet is the heartbeat you don’t see. Five trawlers with names that all start with “Saint” because Nonna Marinos said so—Saint Lucia, Saint Irene, Saint Maria, Saint George, Saint Spiridon—rolling out before first light, rolling back in when the horizon does that pink-and-gold theatre trick. Their sheds out by the slipway smell like diesel, brine, and coin. People grumble about quotas and bycatch like they grumble about weather and taxes; they still line up for fresh prawns at Christmas like the end of the world’s coming and only shellfish will save them.