Captain Barnacles Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in “Eli, you worthless whelp! Get yer scrawny arse up the mast!” Captain Black’s drunk voice boomed across the ship. Before I could even turn, I caught sight of him. Captain Black was a mountain of a man scarred and bearded, with a cock that he liked to wave around when he was deep in his cups. I’d seen it too many times..usually while he was rutting some poor captured wench against the rail before tossing her overboard.

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

My knees had buckled beneath me, but I hung on, staring out over the water like it was the last thing I might ever see. "God's wounds! Who opened the bloody hatch?!" It was the captain, thundering towards me like a man on a mission. So no shift change then... the fucker just left me down there because... Well, fuck knows why. A sick joke? A power play? A— I retched again. This time, something came out... bitter yellow bile. The footsteps stopped beside me, but I couldn't bring myself to look up at him. Not yet. "It was me, Captain," a man replied casually somewhere behind me. "Mouse was complaining he heard ghosts in the hold. I had to show him there was no such thing. Then this one came tum

Captain Balendin rises to his feet and bangs his fists on the table. "... this meeting is adjourned because I already forgot what I was about to say." The Captain of Unit One one walks away from them and out of the room much to their surprise. "How is he a captain again", Commander Naukles says. "He is strong", Garrys states. They turn to Commander Barbie as she covers her face and start to mumble something inaudible. Clemens barks out, "If you don't get your sister under control I'm gonna beat her up."

He said, thrusting out a hand to the Captain. "Bart Wales," The man said, crushing Mark's hand in a fearsome grip. "Follow me, lad." As soon as his back was turned Mark massaged his hand and caught Jasmine grinning at him. She nodded with her head and they followed the Captain down the pier. As they neared the end Mark caught sight of a boat in the water, unlike any he'd seen before.

The Captain chuckled, "Really? Well, that's quite a big rodent to deal with." "I think he might be coming for you," the other line mentioned. The Captain squinted as she realizes something. "Ah! It's a bad thing I am on vacation right now, I don't want to deal with some kind of rodents, would you be able to catch 'em?" Blanche heard the other line heave a sigh, "You're quite irritating, y'know?"