Captain Barnacles Fanart Novels & Stories

"Captain Jensen, come in! This is Staff Captain Oscar Baker. We've completed the headcount, but one person is missing. We're turning back to look for them." I shook my head. There was no point wasting time or fuel on me. In this ghostly state, I knew I was beyond saving. Without hesitation, Elijah replied firmly, "No need. The missing person is here with me." His certainty stunned me for a moment. He must've forgotten that Kristen wasn't even on the official passenger list. He had smuggled her aboard himself. Then again, I had never really been someone he considered. The line went quiet for a moment before Oscar's incredulous voice came back through the static. "But the ship's life scanner i

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

“Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to hand me a towel?” The mop stick I was holding slipped right off my hand. I had just walked in on the famous hockey team captain, and he was completely naked. I have always hated hockey players, especially the famous ones, and Carter happened to be the most famous player on campus. I never watched his games though to judge how good he was, but he was famous because of his father, Viktor Graham, a hockey legend.

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

And that was not the first time it happened. Captain Iskren Nankov laughed as his head moved side to side in disbelief. He then took a small drawing of a lady in a beautiful white dress, sitting in the middle of the portrait looking at him. He looked at it tenderly and put it back in his pocket, then went back to yell orders to his crew. That last occasion in which he was sent to sleep was the one in which his pretty girl's red marker flashed again, and he thanked the Captain for pushing him to go back to the cabin.

“I was able to get enough information about our captors. So, listen carefully: “First, the captain of this ship is Fang Rong or Captain Fang. But that’s just an alias because he used to be a blue Slayer, just as Sasha has sensed. He’s also called the One-eyed Barracuda on account of his being blind in one eye and wearing an eyepatch. He wields a saber and his right hand has been replaced with a harpoon. The stories say he was attacked by an ocean lizard when he was just a kid and was pronounced unfit for Slayer training afterwards.” Sasha clenched his jaw. He glimpsed the man when they were taken aboard. He was wearing a hikitate-eboshi (black bird) hat and a gray battle surcoat.

I did not care. My gaze cut straight to the dance floor. There he was. Evan Ryder. Our captain. Smiling that perfect charming smile while he spun Clara around. Her red dress flared out as they moved together. His hand sat low on her back. Too low. She laughed at something he said and tilted her head close to his. My fists clenched at my sides.

He was taken aback as he heard a silent scream that seemed to echo in his head. "Do you like what you see?" Jon was startled by a voice coming from his side. He looked at the source of the voice and found Captain Salazar standing beside him. Seeing the captain's profile, Jon noticed the tall nose and lips that ended in an upward curl. The captain's face was dark and the eyes that peered below his prominent brow ridge were intense. The hair around his temples were white and wrinkles had already started to make deeper grooves around his eyes. Despite his straight posture and energetic movements, Jon could tell that the captain was advanced in years. "I have always liked looking at these rocks,

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

He looked at me like he's sipping my soul out. "Lastly, me. Fauve Maverick Arc, the Captain." he said with full of power. We looked at each other intensely. I noticed that his eye color is so unique. Parang magkahalong color green at gray. Hindi ko na pinatagal ang pagtitinginan namin dahil baka matunaw ako. After dinner, mag pepresenta na sana akong tumulong para maghugas ng pinggan pero hindi nila ako pinayagan bagamat isa daw akong bisita dito.