Captain Hook's First Mate Novels & Stories

I couldn't help myself from asking. Hunt dropped his hands and exhaled. "You want the truth? Yes, I did. But it was a long time ago and it didn't mean anything to me. I was still grieving very much. And if you want to know, my first mate died by...by my hand because I made a mistake, Della. But that's in the past now and I want this future." Tears blur my vision as I threw my arms around his neck. "Is that why you didn't want to tell me?"

he answered bringing the binoculars down to the little remotely controlled boat heading in the island's direction, but as soon as panned down movement from the island made him look up again, yet he missed it. "What was that?" He asked looking over the binoculars. "What was what skipper?" First mate asked but somewhere they heard an clear thud on the large steel ship. "Go check it out" The first mate nodded, he headed out the bridge and scaled the steps to the lower decks. Thinking it nothing the captain panned with his binoculars again but a scream of terror made him run to the door to look out. His first mate on his back looking up at a figure, to the captain it seemed like a demon, the win

In the basement, I saw that there was another guy that was chained up but he had passed out and his head fell which made his hair fall over his face. In other words, I couldn't make out his face. Few seconds after I was tied down, I gained back my free will. The first thing I did was chuckle. Indeed, Killian was too great. And the bastard walked in right on time. I laughed now, mocking him for robbing me of my free will. Then he goes on to continue accusing me of Esmeralda's kidnapping. He let his tongue slip, he mentioned that she was a pure blood wolf.

Just like the rest of his mates, average body of an alcoholic and unhealthy diet pirate, the Second Mate bravely spit out his words. It’s their inside joke. They, pirates, are usually stealing and hording women for their own lust and personal desires, and now . . . Searching for allies was never their doings. Captain Black Beard gives him the looks of great darkness and lust of spitting off his blood in his veins. “Are you ready to get your head off from your neck?” “N-No, c-captain.” Scared, trembling voice came out from his mouth while trying to straighten up his words into fix sentence. “Forgive me.”

“Mate?” I whispered while he still held me closed to him. I wanted to ask what did he mean by mate? I have read a few novels and if they were all true, mate meant soulmates. Was it true? Was he my soulmate? I could still feel the tingles all over my body and the heat that embraced me when he was close. My wide eyes searched his for answers but his eyes only showed rage. I discovered that he didn’t like me being his mate but it was not my fault or was it?

I screamed at the top of my lungs. His jaw tightened,, and I could see it was beginning to get on his last nerves. GREAT. “It means you’re mine. It means your soul was woven into mine long before either of us drew breath. It means I’d burn down the world to find you if you ever ran away from me…” “Second chance, mate,” I shot back. “Care to explain that?” I questioned. His grip on me became even tighter, like I just struck a nerve or asked a question I shouldn’t be asking. Something flickered in his eyes, and I caught it; it was pain. “My first mate… is dead.”

“I know you have questions. Many of them. And as your Alpha, I owe you answers.” Silence. The kind that prickled against the skin. “But before that…” I let my voice drop lower, steadier, “I want to do this properly. Even if circumstances have forced my hand.” Kael grunted darkly, “And whose fault is that?” I ignored him. My gaze didn’t waver. “This is Jimmie.” I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers with his. My wolf settled instantly at the contact, strength flowing back into me. “Jimmie Portland. My mate. And by the law of Woodland, your Luna.”

Which is a good thing, considering the reward for my capture is enough to tempt a wealthy merchant, never mind a poor sailor. “I wonder where that winged rat is hiding,” Remi spat,” If I ever found him I’d clip his wings and send him home. I can’t stand those Terrans. The Air Queen can have him, and I’ll gladly take her coin.” I can’t remember what I said in response to that. Probably something about joining in. Regardless, the first mate did not indicate whether or not he believed my story. When he offered I hang out with the crew after my shift, I overheard that they’d be leaving in the morning.

Jonah said, mentioning his wound, his instinctively hand went to his side. Marty raised his eyebrow at him as he glanced at his side. Questions went across his face as another approached Marty. He was a tall man with dark hair, he had a long scruffy beard and his hair was just as long. He kept both his hair and bread in a ponytail. He nodded to Jonah extending his hand. “David, I watched you come across from Rowling’s ship. Were you part of his crew?” David asked Jonah to hold his hand out to Jonah. “Jonah and no. I’m part of the Evening Star crew. I am the first mate. Jack is the captain, Rowling had me captured and I managed to escape.” Jonah said, shaking David’s hand.

“We're taking her out to sea. The weather should cooperate with us. As soon as we get out of Raritan Bay and into the Atlantic, I request that we get into our swimsuits and go for a swim. That's an order.” “Copy that, Captain,” I said, trying to hold back my laughter. “Roger. Over and out.” Carter reached over and gently pinched me just above my hips, causing me to squeal as he tickled me. “Captain!” I pushed his hand away, but he went for it again. “As my First Mate, I demand you to let me tickle you,” Carter said. “You need to be driving this ship,” I said, pointing forward. “The last thing you need is to make the news for running over a fishing boat with your yacht.”