Captain Flapjack 소설 & 이야기

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.

Captain Jake added. “Now, this is serious.”

“Are you going to hunt down the person who escaped? Can you not kill him?” “Someone escaped?” Wolfram lifted a brow and looked at the captain, who only nodded. The captain was not even ready to report that the leader escaped them easily. The man just frowned at the captain before bringing his gaze back to the two kids. He pushed the bowl of peeled orange slices to them. “I already finished two oranges. Do you want to help me finish the rest? These are your mom’s oranges, so they’re sweet.”

“It's going to be fine. You've got me, and Jackson's just being Jackson. It's not new that you two bicker. Settle it tonight, yeah? He loves you.” I wanted to believe her. But as I stared at the crowded front porch, at the glimpse of a hockey stick logo on someone's jacket, something strange settled in my chest. The hockey team was here. “June…he is here?” I asked, a frown settling on my face. “He is— I am sorry I didn't inform you. I knew you weren't going to bulge. But I am here, Imani.” And he was here. Nicolas Jamieson— the famous hockey player.

Instead, he looked at Flora lovingly and said: "I'm still gonna punish you." "That's alright I'll take it" "Hey you both, is punishment your love language or something?" It was awkward, yet sweet. On the other hand, Jack almost lost his brain. He heads to the toilets and through a tantrum there. Then when he finally got reasonable again he washed his face and looked in the mirror only to find Vlad standing behind him. "How can I help you, Russian mercenary?" "I am delivering a note from the Count." "You may read it" "Flora La Candida is a protégée of the round table. End."

“I understand, Captain.” “I may not stay in Dark Cape in the future, so I'll leave it to the three of you here. Killer is the first deputy captain of Red Flame, Paul is the second deputy captain, and Tulip is the third deputy captain. As for how to split the subordinates, discuss it among yourselves. I hope that when I come back again, I will see a brand-new Red Flame.” “We will definitely live up to your expectations, Captain,” the trio replied together.

I picked one, and the blonde attendant half-filled my glass. “Please enjoy your flight,” she said before walking away with the other attendant. I looked at the men who had already taken their seats and sipped my champagne. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I anticipated what Luciano had in mind. I didn't think he'd go this far for a date. Just then, a middle-aged man walked up to me. He was smartly dressed in what I supposed was a pilot's uniform. “Good evening, ma'am, and welcome aboard. My name is Captain Jack, and joining me on the flight deck today is First Officer, Mr. MacArthur,” he said, gesturing to another man, younger though, who waved to me from the door of the cockpit.

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

He watched me for a long moment, those icy blue eyes studying my face like he was trying to figure me out. The silence stretched until it felt uncomfortable. Noah had stepped back into the kitchen, pretending he wasn’t listening, but I knew he could hear everything. “Alright,” Cole said finally. “There’s something I want you to look into. I have a feeling Damien Holt, that captain from Ridgeview, has a secret relationship with Marcus Vale.” I frowned. “Who’s Marcus Vale?”