Captain Flying Dutchman Novels & Stories

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

"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."

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

Jumping into something with Richard Rashford, a man who held immense influence over my budding career felt like stepping right onto a dangerous, unpredictable minefield. Richard watched the storm of confusion and hesitation playing across my features. He didn't push or force the issue. Instead, he maintained a calm aura that only added to his overwhelming charm. I took a slow, trembling breath, gently shifting my weight to put an inch of space between us. “Mr. Rashford... Richard...” I began, my voice quiet and uncertain as I looked up into his dark eyes. “I... I don't even know what to say. Right now... my head is a messy disaster.”

After waking up, seeing them all navigating the ship into different direction, I have no idea of whatever Captain has done to Mr Gibbs for not obeying him but I can clearly see that the captain himself is the one in control of the ship now. Water splash into the ship up and down,the ship dragging everyone off their feet to the left and to the right side just because we all want to get out of this environ to be safe from the Tornado. "CAP! CAP!! CAP!!!, the Dutchmen are approaching us! The Dutchmen are approaching us!! The dutchmen... 'shut up, we are all ears Mr''. A pirate saw the Dutchmen ship and tried to tell us. I looked forward to seeing what everyone was also looking at which is the D

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

Daisy, as if the entire novel weren’t a slow-motion warning about mistaking obsession for love when Priya dropped an iPad on top of her homework with the reverence of someone delivering a subpoena. “You need to see this.” “I need to finish grading these or Professor Alden’s going to make me retake comp myself.” “Bella. Look.” She looked. It was a video some hockey player, dark hair, broad shoulders, absolutely leveling another player into the boards while the crowd screamed. The caption read: NORTHRIDGE CAPTAIN LUCA DE SANTIS GOES VIRAL FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. “Okay,” Isabella said slowly. “And I care about this because…?”

When the eleven men were feet away from Alford and Mitzie’s crew, the captain stepped forward with his wand extended, waiving it at each of them. “We can do this the hard way, or the easy way,” he smirked looking between them who carefully surveyed the approachers. Emma’s eyes shot open and were glowing blue. “This doesn’t have to happen, captain,” Alford began breathing heavily but speaking in a calm tone as his eyes refused to leave Spars. “Just as he captured your people and forced you all into his service, you can help us to restore your people back to your true king.”

“What makes you think that, newbie?” Wilt turned his glare toward Del Rio. “We’ve already acquainted with the lieutenant during their last caravan run. And this guy —” He then turned to the biggest person in their group, a towering Indian, about a head taller than Li, wearing formal clothes from his homeland. “I’ve heard some gossip here that you’re famous. Captain Madhur, I presumed?” The towering captain bowed to greet our leader out of courtesy. “So seeing you leading this group with a ranked captain like him,” Wilt continued explaining. “I’d say that makes you their superior officer. And the way you stand there like a posh with an English accent and fancy vintage tux. Are you perhaps fro