Captain Beatty Quotes Novels & Stories

He emphasized the word. “I’m proud of why you did it.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me.” He adjusted the brim of his cap. “You finally acted like a captain.” The words landed harder than any tackle I’d ever taken. Coach continued. “A captain doesn’t just protect the stars.” His eyes stayed locked on mine. “He protects everybody.” Silence settled between us. The sounds of practice carried across the field—the thud of pads, the whistle, somebody laughing after dropping an easy catch.

He showed me a tone neither overbearing nor submissive. ‘‘Haha, you've worried for nothing, Captain,’’ I responded with a burst of cold laughter. I shook my head slowly in disbelief before I stared back at the Captain and added, ‘‘Rather, I'm worried about you and your people. Since it won't be long before this cold ground embraces you all on your death bed.’’

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 Sheriff Bastillo is a piece of shit. I cannot stress that enough. If dirt could crawl into a uniform and pretend to be a man, it would be him. I leaned back in the creaking chair, arms folded, my face set in stone as he rattled on about how this town was going to shit—and how, apparently, it was all my fault. Typical. He leaned forward, fingers steepled, eyes narrow and gleaming with fake authority. “You people don’t understand how things work. You’re all just looking for a reason to stir up trouble.”

“Don’t worry—even if you end up beating him to death, it doesn’t matter. A traitorous servant like this is no loss.” The captain’s heart pounded in terror, but he still clung to the hope that Miranda was only trying to scare him. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Miss, if I die under torture, you’ll never learn the secret. I only want to live—why must you be so ruthless?”

Literally or figuratively. Finishing my food, I stood to go over to the drop bins to put my empty bottle away. As I started to pass him, Captain Beta grabbed my collar and yanked me nose to nose with him. “You’d better watch yourself, Forty-Two,” he said very softly. “I don’t tolerate insubordination from anyone. Understood?” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir,” I said, feigning bewilderment. When I had met him, I’d thought he was a jerk, then I’d thought he was a nice guy with a lot on his plate.

“Sleep here. I will wake you before Tate stirs.” Morning came gray and fast. I slipped back to my room. Changed quick. Tate was already up poking at his phone. He tossed me a coffee. “You look wrecked rookie. Captain keeping you up with extra film again?” I caught the cup. Burned my tongue on purpose. “Something like that. Ready for skate?” He watched me a beat longer than normal. “Sure. Just remember we got your back. If the captain pushes past what you can take say something.” Beck was in the lounge already. Quiet. Arms crossed. “You two moved like you shared one brain out there yesterday. Careful kid. League chews on secrets.”

Jai said. The captain scoffed. “You who is not even an adventurer wants to help me? No, the correct question for that is—CAN YOU REALLY?” The captain asked him with wide, mocking eyes. Then his eyes returned back to flat. “Don’t make anymore trouble for us. Just go home.” The captain shook free of Jai’s hold with ease and walked to the hallway, ignoring them completely. “Jai-san…” Beto called. “W-What should we do?”

“I don’t need to impose one and only those who dare to become a rule breaker will understand why. All I can say is that only regret awaits those who don’t heed my words.” Captain Styles declared and without waiting for a response he left completely.

“Good. When they ask for more comments, you’ll say…” “I will not be answering any other questions at this time.” “Perfect,” the captain praised him. “I know these things are hard for you to say. But you need to put your pride aside and do what’s right. You need to say it exactly the way that’s going to get the best reaction from him. The right reaction.” There was something about the way Captain Whitlock said that that didn’t sit right with Lucien. What isn’t he saying to me? Their unspoken communication lingered between them as Captain Whitlock endeavored to convey words he couldn’t say.

"That’s not the point. You’re in charge. You’re a soldier, Knox, think." He leaned in closer. He always had to get right up in their faces when he said the important shit. Needed to see their pupils dilate, needed to hear the breath stutter. Knox’s eyes flicked across his face like loose change shaken in a tin can. "You should be untouchable. You should at least be able to save yourself." "I'm not as shit as you make me out to be, Walla—Captain," Knox bit, lifting his head an inch off the floor.