Captain Barnacles 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.

They needed to know the name of the god they had just tried to spit on. "You have a great deal of nerve, Lord Vance," the Captain rumbled. His deep, gravelly voice wasn't a shout, but it carried a lethal, resonant frequency that vibrated through the wooden floorboards and rattled the remaining shards of glass in their window panes. "To stand in your cheap, gaudy silks, parading around this insignificant border market as if you hold the world in your soft, manicured hands," the Captain sneered, his lip curling in absolute, unfiltered disgust. "To allow your idiot, spoiled son to draw breath to insult a man whose boots he is not even worthy to lick."

answered Clara. "Wouldn’t you like to take care of me?" the captain asked playfully. "Captain,You are so old,Still you doesn't correct your behavior" asked Clara. "I want to ask this to your wife”?" Clara "Which wife? Russian?" The captain's innocent question caused laughter on the bridge. "Oh... how many wives does the captain have?" "The Russian woman is a doctor," said the captain "Neuro Surgeon.She is Famous," added Jacob. "She's a sexologist," Captain corrected Jacob.

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I

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.”

I heard the Captain chuckled sexily when he saw my eyebrows ceased. "You can call him anything you want tho," he assured me. "Now, that's Marcillo, the carpenter. The is the one responsibe for fixing anything that is broken in the ship." he told me. "Alex the Gunner, his sub is Xander. Ferdin the navigator, his sub is Ellan. Rieki and Raeki the Doctors, they are twins. And Gae together with Galvin, the cook." he told me. Now, he faced me. He looked at me like he's sipping my soul out.

"You're welcome. So, Captain Baddo, what's so important that it brought you and Big Berta all the way out to this corner of the Confederacy?" Baddo gulped. He was tall and very thin. His Adam's apple rose and fell. The crew called the freighter Big Berta, but her official name was the Bellbota IV, which indicated that Doug Douglas had fairly good data, and knew where she was supposed to be. Give or take a few light years. The officer jerked his head toward the stern. "It will be easier if I showed you. Please follow me". The industrialist followed the nearly skeletal officer down a well maintained corridor, noted that his olfactory receptors had detected the presence of a highly spiced Marti

“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.

The barge’s sirens wailed, the captain’s voice crackling through the overhead speakers. “This is Captain Rudwick of the Kulbahinam Barge Group of Companies speaking. We are currently experiencing a seaquake. I repeat, we are experiencing a seaquake!” Panic rippled through the passengers. Teacher Mary, usually composed, was now shouting over the rising chaos. “Stay calm! Everyone, return to your cabins, beds, or chairs! Please! Stay off the walkways!” Luggage toppled. Furniture slid across the tilting floor, some of it shattering.

I came to a halt, bending forward, hand bracing on my thighs as I forced air into my lungs. “Damn,” Tony muttered. “Is he even human?” “That’s why he’s our captain.” A few chuckles followed. I headed towards them, and Nathan shoved me a bottle of water. Twisting it, I took a long drink, water spilling down the corner of my mouth. After emptying the bottle, I squeezed it harder than necessary and tossed it to the floor. I was about to turn, when Nathan gripped me by the arm. “Where are you going?”