Captain Barnacles Novels & Stories

A glistening ichor dripped from the elongated double head. “Said we’ll mourn our dead tomorrow,” he repeated, raising his voice as he dispatched a noseless ghoul. “If we live the night.” “Speak for yourself,” the constable said and caved in a floater’s skull before continuing. “I don’t plan on dying just yet.” *** After dropping his passengers off, Captain Heppel and his deckhand Bob Humphry made straight for the barge lock but found the gate closed. “Son of a bitch!” Heppel growled through his beard. The lock swarmed with bogles. They milled about looking as vagrant and disreputable as a gang of Calcutta beggars.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

Nothing happen for about five minutes; everybody began to mock him. Captain Casablanca was furious, and said, ‘Throw this dog into the water for the fish to feed on him.’ The pirates rushed to take the scientist when suddenly he disappeared. They all stayed back, very surprised, waiting for him to reappear. About five minutes later, the scientist reappeared. The whole pirates started to clap, carrying him high. Captain Casablanca was very happy. ‘This man lives.’ He said. ‘Yes.’ The pirates supported. ‘He will become part of us.’

I was so happy as they all were anchoring at the same time and me looking at different ships getting to thr same place at the same time. Captain Snape also arrived at our place. He Anchored his ship. He is the only pirates Captain I have ever seen to be a black man even though he has his crew to be white. All the pirates Captain gathered together and decided to walk inside the fog into the garden of Babbana. Some selected crew followed us while others are in the shore and some inside the ship.

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

“I-Is she still alive, S-Seraphina? She is my mother.” “She . . . She’s still a-alive but . . .” Suddenly Captain Black Beard growled very loudly and at the same time, his clothes were thrown away and it was completely torn. “I will kill both of you!” The captain's appearance also changed, his body seemed to change, his skin turned black, and it looked very viscous as if there is phlegm coming out of his body and the look on his face is very scary to stare at, his nose disappeared and was replaced by long octopus tentacles.

Master Ghost said as he smiled and shook his head. “Cough, cough. Well, there is truly nothing I can hide from you, Master Ghost. That’s right. This was originally supposed to be a very easy matter. The chief captain would never refuse this kind of request from me. Yet, I do not know what happened to the chief captain, and he seemed to be a little unhappy, choosing to listen to that Burnard Jole instead!” Hubert said as he hammered his fist on the table in anger.

He left her, hurrying to his station as the captain. "Aye!" His crew chorused. Geoff Hustenut, didn't wear the facade of a captain: no leathery knee long jacket, or a feathery tricorne crown. His limbs, fingers and body part maintained its usual count. The midget was as normal and dirty like a casual experienced hobo, never with intimidating or threatening amour worn by every sailor on the open ocean. Amidst his stunted genome, his men accorded him every respect he deserved. He was obviously sheltering these homeless drunks, so they owe him.

Lianne angrily shouted. “Hmmm, Cain did mention you a feisty one,” the captain said, “but know this Your Highness.” Captain Mock then lifted her face with her chin using a small knife blade, hard as steel and well sharpened. Lianne’s eyes widened even more at the sight of it. “I am the captain of this boat, and no one is entitled to question me or command me!” he said in a gruff voice. There was coldness in his eyes. Just like Midas. Just like Garlow. The type of men who doesn’t think twice of spilling blood.