Captain Barnacles Novels & Stories

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

he whispered, his voice so quiet it barely carried over the hum of the fridge, his grip tightening until I thought my bones would snap. "Are you trying to text the captain?"

He was the master of oceans, he is considered as the greatest pirate of the Ard. Captain Zhilayi was a proud pirate. His ship 'The Sea Wolf,' and he traveled from the east pole to the west pole and stole every precious thing from the people. Captain was a stealer but he was a giver too. He made thousands of lives better. And his good side remains in history forever. People say that Captain's ship was sinked in an unknown part of the western ocean. And from then the people who believed in his good deeds named his grave ocean 'the Zhilayi Ocean.'

Even though he still had that heavy clock hanging on his shoulders, he was shivering. ‘Serves him right for wanting us to go here,’ Ginika thought to himself distastefully. If there someone to blame for Balak’s death, that would be this captain. It was the Watcher’s job to kill the demons but, if this captain really care, should he at least sent more help? “What…what happened?” The captain stammered when he saw Balak, soaked in his own blood. “What do you think?” Vera asked coldly. She was on the gangway even before the boat could settle on it. “I want you to clean him up.”

Why would they allow a ticking time bomb into their country? “You’re quite slow aren’t you?” Mane cocked his head with a mocking smile on his face. “What?” the captain stuttered as he tried to get to his feet. Although he wasn’t the sharpest, if he was dull, he wouldn’t have become a captain. This was the first time ever that someone had doubted his intelligence – or called him dumb. “Let me spell it out for you,” Mane yawned and walked towards the path created for him by the open barrier.

“How—how do I do that?” Devin taps the key on the table and pushes it toward me. “Steal his captain’s jersey and leak the team’s playbook. Trust me, our coach hates nothing more than incompetence and recklessness. Those are the two traits he doesn’t want in his captain. If he finds out the team’s guide was leaked online, you can bet Carl will be stripped of his position—and likely kicked off the team. His teammates might even see him as a traitor and turn against him. And what is that asshole without his loyal goons…?” Devin leans back with a shrug, leaving the question hanging. It all makes sense now.

"Whether I like them or not. Whether they're useful to me or not. When they fail, I fail. That's what a captain is." It was a real answer. Not a deflection, not a power play. A real thing he believed. I didn't know what to do with that. "Go to sleep, Valdez," he said, picking up his marker. "You've got two goals and a bruised shoulder. Both of those things have consequences for tomorrow."

"Now you have to stay here for me. You promised you would never leave me in the dark. You cannot break that vow." Before Julian could answer, a loud, metallic banging echoed against the barricaded steel door. Chloe completely froze. Arthur stopped typing on his analog transmitter. Elena let out a sharp gasp, backing away into the darkest corner of the room. The heavy pounding echoed again, followed by a gruff, familiar voice shouting through the thick metal. "Professor! Open the door!" the smuggler captain yelled from the exterior walkway. "It is the captain! We have a massive problem!" Chloe looked at Arthur. The old professor nodded slowly and limped toward the entrance. He carefully lifte

I snapped and his smirk immediately dropped. They were right in a sense but I wasn't sulking. It just fucking made me mad that she was still thinking about that price despite everything he had done to her. Love was a weakness I never wished to have and I hated those who succumbed to it too easily. I shouldn't even be thinking about her right now. “You guys are late” I looked up and saw Couch Jones staring at us with a frown on his face and his arms folded. “We…” “I don't care to know your excuse, Kai” He interrupted. “As a captain, you should be here sadly early”

They curled at his sides like he was gripping back a storm. “Everything okay, Captain?” I added, keeping my voice even. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward. One step. Two. Three. Until there was no space left between us. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when I did—my breath hitched. They weren’t blue. Not anymore. They were glowing. Not like contacts. Not like tricks of the light. But glowing. Gold. Bright. Flickering like fire trapped in ice. And something behind them—a hunger, a voice, something not human—watched me.