Captain Barnacles Fanart Novels & Stories

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

Aulia nodded her head once Hisoka glanced at her, requesting her permission as well. “Great.” Hisoka intertwined his fingers together, placed his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on the intertwined fingers. “This man, next to me, is one of the Mandrill Monkeys or so-called Mandrill. His code name is Captain, coincidentally the captain of the group.” Captain shot up and slightly tilted his body forward. “The name is Captain, one of the Mandrills and also the leader. I humbly greet all of you.”

Annika promised the skipper. Annika was thrilled to be sitting by his side; she was curious about what was on his computer, so the captain opened the albums on his computer and showed her some images. "This is me when I was a baby," Captain said, displaying his cutest baby photographs. He was a small fat baby with the grayest eyes and red lips pink infant you'll ever see. "I seem like a little piggy here, don't I?" the skipper jokes about his newborn photographs. Annika's response: "I want a kid like that!" laughing! "Oh, be cautious what you say, ha! ha! ha!" the captain says in response to her jokes.

He said, thrusting out a hand to the Captain. "Bart Wales," The man said, crushing Mark's hand in a fearsome grip. "Follow me, lad." As soon as his back was turned Mark massaged his hand and caught Jasmine grinning at him. She nodded with her head and they followed the Captain down the pier. As they neared the end Mark caught sight of a boat in the water, unlike any he'd seen before.

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

“So be it.” The load consisted of many supplies and included several crates of worms, six feet long or better. Perhaps a restocking for old Perd. The captain was back on board. And Hykin. They were waiting for a final count. Bjorn made his way to where the Deck Officer conversed with her assistant. Bjorn liked the curls of the Officer’s malar thorn patch and the smooth ripples in her lateral tail fold. “What’s her name?” he asked Stinger. “Watch it, lad. Nalura’s young for an OOD and as crafty as she is pretty.” Stinger never cracked a smile.

Cassy The silence in the kitchen was so heavy I could hear the rapid, chaotic pounding of my own heart in my ears. Chase didn't pull his hands off my waist right away. He took his time, his long, warm fingers lingering over my bare skin under my sweater for three long, agonizing seconds just to prove a point. A slow, provocative smirk spread across Chase's handsome face as he looked over his shoulder at his captain. "Take it easy, El," Chase drawled softly, though his amber eyes were sharp and guarded. "She was shaking after what happened at the library. I was just taking care of her."

This had become my addiction, lying face down on the bed, taking in every scent that lingered, making sure that I didn’t dull it with mine. I was turning pathetic wasn’t I? I grabbed the console, maybe a quick game would take a few things off my mind, the door banged open, Caleb walked in with a smile on his face. “Captain!” his cheerful voice filled the room.“Not now Caleb,” I grumbled. He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t be like that. If someone hears they would think I am a bug. And you know that I am anything but a bug...” “Caleb,” I called out in a low tone, my voice drawing his attention to me. “You are a bug, in fact, if there was a way to take you off the earth, you would be the first p

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

The deckhand gets up from his stool and places two of his own coins by the empty bottle and just like that they take their leave. A few hours have passed and through the visage of the darkness that surrounds Port Bel; a shimmering streak of moonlight seeps through. The light is just enough to leer both of the captain’s eyes and her right hand’s view to see the barn that was on the outskirts of the city. The red paint that covers the old and rotting wood looks like the wind could scrape it off. Truly the established showed its age when a draft picks up and part of the barn doors move in tangent with the wind. A chain that keeps the doors closed rattles and since the metal is rusted it hits th