Captain Flapjack Novels & Stories

"Word's word." "Word's a line," Jas said, easy. "You coil it wrong and it'll whip your teeth out." "It's a joke," Freckles said, softer but not smart. "We're only flappin'." "Flap quieter," Jas advised, in that mild way that could make men bleed without raising his voice. "Captain's rules, no slurs, no lying to the captain, no women aboard. Add one: no mouths on my time. It costs rope."

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

Mason uttered. “They are allowed to put traps?” Rhea asked with her eyes wide. “Coach does whatever he Wants" Mason uttered. “I know the ropes of this forest. Kai and I analysed it before coming here so everyone should follow behind me…” “Who's the captain here?” I interrupted his words and he turned to me wuthering a frown. “There are no captains in a scavenger hunt, Zander. We are a team…” “I don't give a fuck, who is the Captain here?” I asked again and he clenched his jaws.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

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.

Even though she was older, the charming, graceful middle-aged woman was the captain of the 1st division, and her name was Felicity Lawrence. There were five captains and more than 100 elite members of Admiralporium gathered there. The captain of the 2nd division, Drake Thompson, the captain of the 3rd division, Micah Crawford, the captain of the 4th division, Jasper Henderson, and an old acquaintance, Shien Cooke, were all there. Drake had met Kayson before in Clouspring as well. He had made a fool of himself in Kayson’s presence. At this very moment, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not acquainted with Kayson and he refused to look at him.

The captain was proudly displaying the paper bags and exclaimed, "I bought you some goodies." "Oh, thank you, captain, but you don’t need to do this," Annika responded. "I've got a CD and a CD player for you. “I heard you always singing, and you were singing songs by Christopher Cross, so I'm looking for this one with the flamingo on the cover, and this Fleetwood Mac, because I heard you singing the song "Everywhere," and I'm wondering if it's for me. The captain said this while showing her the CD cover with a grin and a smile. “Oh, thank you for this; I love Christopher Cross and Fleetwood Mac." "Promise I’ll listen to these whenever I can." Annika was saying while she put the CD player and

"So I was promoted by the loan shark as I was once a regular slave basically hence why I'm a Chief slave now. I tend to the affairs of the other slaves. I noticed you had not gotten any food to eat because I was the one who distributed the meals to the other slaves this afternoon." "If it's that irritating piece of meat you gave others that you want to give me, then I don't want." I shook my head vehemently. "It's not." He replied with an almost unnoticeable eye roll. "But waif, If you're a Chief Slave, aren't you supposed to be aware of the fact that I'm not meant to eat any thing at all for the next four days? Because the other woman knows and she decided not to give me anything to eat sin