Captain Barnacles Fanart Novels & Stories

Barton shouted, "You think the commander kept her just to make a doll? It's because she's also a werewolf. If you don't listen to me, you'll regret it! Until I find the werewolf, you won't be the captain anymore." Because of Barton's insults and threats, the captain grabbed Barton's collar; his eyes were bloodshot with anger; he gritted his teeth and said: "Don't challenge me. You have the right to stand in my place if you bring the body of the werewolves you imagined to me."

Logan reminded sheepishly. "You suck." Alan laughed, slapping his best friend's back. "You swallow." Logan shot back cheekily. "Sure I do." Alan winked. Alan's painting was autumn, a tree and brown leaves on the ground. It was pretty. Brittany had painted an eye. It looked so real. She had always been a very good painter and this exhibited her talent. Max had painted his pet cat - Caroline. If she looked anything like his painting, I would be scared of her for sure. The guard had simply painted some boats on water and went off to the gate.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

“If the movie’s terrible, we make fun of it. If it’s decent, we enjoy it. Either way, you get a couple hours off.” The lights dimmed fully a moment later. Ethan turned his eyes to the screen, the simple distraction already pulling him in further than he expected. For a stretch the day at the rink faded, replaced by the easy dark of the theater and the sound of the film beginning. Midway through the second act Ethan’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He shifted, pulled it out just enough to see the screen, and angled it away from the light of the film. An unknown number. ‘You don’t know what really happened between Jax and Marcus.’

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Carter's face turned stiff thinking that he may overdo it and when she saw his expression she laughs so loud that Carter got confused. "Was it too much? I'm sorry I ----" before he finished what he was about to say Isabella hugged her and gently touched Carter's face and said, "I love it. Thank you for doing this. I love you, my captain" she whispered these words and stared at his beautiful face while hugging him.

Wake up you sluts!.” Captain growled, splashing water on them. Tina and Meredith scrambled up. their torn clothes were wet, clinging to their skin. Captain’s pulse raced as his dick hardened. “The only person who’s on a holiday here is…” he pointed at himself. He smirked at Tina, his eyes lingering on her breast. Tina scowled and crossed her arms over her chest as she gathered her knees to herself. “Not happy to see me? Or were you beginning to think i would never show up,” Captain said aloud, dragging Tina’s to the iron bar violently with the chain tied to her ankle.

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”