Captain Barnacles Novels & Stories

"You are among friends here, Marissa. Not one of these people will treat you as if you are below them. And if they do, they will have me to answer to." She smiled at the two of us. "Thank you for everything you have done for me and my family." "There is nothing to thank us for," I said. "You have been a Godsend to me. I couldn't cope without you now." "Good morning everyone, my name is Barnaby, your Captain. Our trip is a short one, and the weather is perfect. We will be landing at our destination in twenty minutes." The Captain's voice came over the intercom system as we felt the plane begin to taxi.

“Get the hell out of my way, Mirabelle!” “You’re not going anywhere, you cheating bitch!” “Hey! What is going on over here?!” a booming baritone voice cut through the tense air. We both snapped our heads toward the entrance to see Mr. Rashford marching briskly toward us, his sharp brow furrowed in severe authority. I let out a heavy breath of relief because I was genuinely one second away from landing a right hook flat across her jaw. “Ugh... speak of the devil. Here comes your savior,” Mirabelle muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it almost went into her skull.

A beach so white it hurts to look at. "That's us," Captain Zara announces. "Coming in for landing." "WE'RE LANDING ON WATER!" Alexander shouts. "THIS IS THE COOLEST THING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME!" "What about when you were born?" Ethan asks. "I don't REMEMBER being born! That doesn't COUNT!" We descend. The ocean gets closer. Closer. I can see individual waves now. Can see fish—actual fish—darting beneath the surface. And then—

replied Captain Arnold. "Ready Captain!" said his men. The men shouted for his men to immediately withdraw from the battle. “I have to see Professor Alex!” mumbled Captain Arnold. Captain Arnold immediately ran towards Professor Alex's laboratory. While on his way to the laboratory room, Captain Arnold shot dead several monsters in front of him. “Professor Alex, how is it going?” asked Captain Arnold breathlessly. “They made it Capt. They managed to find the cure!” said Professor Alex while hugging Captain Arnold. Captain Arnold was surprised when Professor Alex hugged him.

I didn't even know which was worse; having particles of dust stifle oxygen from gain access to your nostrils or having a garbage bag accumulate all of the carbon dioxide that you breathe out hence making you rebreathe what you've breathed out. The air inside the bag was already warm and moist. My hair was dampening with sweat and clinging to my eyes. The minivan's sliding door rumbled down and slammed shut. The engine started. * I saw his face at last. He wore a faded bandana. A silver handlebar mustache covered his lips almost entirely. His sleeves looked like they'd been cut off decades earlier. His cargo pant pockets, bulging heavily were filled with ammunition.

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,

Andrea asked, adjusting her high-tech monocle. Captain Redd, a burly fisherman-turned-naval officer, grinned. “We’ve got a big one, ma’am. You’ll want to see this.” With a loud splash, the crane pulled up a Storm Serpent—a sea monster feared by sailors for centuries. It thrashed wildly, but the harpoons held firm. Engineers and biologists swarmed the deck, preparing to extract valuable materials. Andrea smirked. “Poor thing. It was born in the wrong era.”

“And Ash is officially whipped.” Asher laughed and shoved him. Vivi watched them, a small real smile breaking through. For the first time, she felt like part of something bigger than her walls. Marcus met her on campus the following day. They sat on a bench under a tree. “Heard about the drama. And the rugby captain defending you. Things changed since the flood.” Vivi nodded. “He’s... there. Doesn’t push. Just stays.” Marcus studied her. “You like him.” She didn’t deny it. “Terrifies me.”

He grabbed the captain by the throat, lifting the grown man entirely out of the water with one hand, and slammed him against the concrete wall. The captain choked, kicking his legs, his hands clawing uselessly at Baraka’s iron grip. Baraka stared into the man’s terrified eyes. The feral, starving logic of the mutation reached its peak. The bio-electric pulse of the captain’s heartbeat throbbed against Baraka’s palm. It would be so easy. Just like the Alpha Reject in the caverns. He could siphon the life force straight out of the man’s nervous system. He could feed on his vitality. He could end the pain, end the Caloric Debt, and heal his broken body.

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.