Captain Flying Dutchman 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.

Some small countries around Chaos Land did not necessarily have so much cash reserves. The captain was truly as rich as a country! … Capital City in Somerland. The guests at the Chasez family’s party had all left. The two senior executives of Bloodthirsty Mercenaries were also taken away by Lucas. Facing Lucas, the team captain of Team Vulture in Falcon, who was a peak Dragon Ranker and Vulture Two who was at the late stage of the Dragon Rank, they had no chance of winning at all. Thus, they could only follow Lucas back for the investigation obediently. Luckily, they recalled that they had not committed any crimes in Somerland.

I knew they were plotting something to get rid of us, but I didn’t expect them to be old-fashioned. “Come on, my friend. I know you’re bluffing,” I said in disbelief. “The captain never bluffs. Do you know why he became our captain? Aside from being the strongest among us, he’s ruthless than you could ever imagine. No one dares to defy his commands. He’s famous for torturing prisoners until they can no longer breathe.” The man chuckled before his head dropped on the table. I don’t know how to deal with pirates because they never sent me on a mission with them. But I know how to tame criminals.

Captain snapped his fingers out of excitement. Smart nudged the tall man by his ribcage and coughed subtly. “Oh, I mean… nice to meet you, I am the captain of the Mandrill Monkey. You can call me Captain. Nice meeting you, Your Excellency Hisoka.” “Sure, yeah.” He waved it mindlessly. “So, shall we start?” He massaged his hands simultaneously to show them that he wasn’t playing around. “I will draw out every misdeed that the Kings ever did to our Holiness.”

I put them into the suitcase one by one. Then I went to the top shelf of the closet, pulled over a chair, and took down the moisture-proof box. I opened it. Inside lay an old epaulet and a photocopy of an early flight logbook, the one Ethan had swapped out when he first passed his captain's exam. Back then he was still just a first officer, so stressed he'd go whole nights without sleep. I sat with him while he memorized procedures, organized his route materials, ran through oral checks over and over. Sometimes he'd fall asleep facedown on the desk, and I'd sort his scattered papers by date for him. The day he passed, he handed me this old epaulet and said, "Wait for me to fly home and marry

"That's my job." "Your job is to follow my lead," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "On this team, I am the law. You skate when I say skate. You pass when I say pass. You sit your ass on the bench when I tell you to sit. You got me?" I met his glare, refusing to be the first to look away. "Loud and clear, Captain." For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. But then, he did something worse. He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing my throat, and inhaled.

As for the rest of the squad, although they were slower by a tick in moving off, they all made up for it with incredible enthusiasm as they all quickly closed in on the two fleeing elves with warped expressions. The two fleeing elves both cursed their luck inwardly as they did their best to make a getaway. They had both heard of this squad of zealots that belonged to the Phantom Thieves Guild so it only took a moment for the duo to recognize them. This squad was known as the Dutchman, gaining their name both from the fact that the red-head squad leader went by the name of Davy Jones, and the fact that the squad chased down prey similarly to how its fictional counterpart chased down its own t

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”