Captain Hook's First Mate Novels & Stories

Effortlessly commanding our 40 men crew into preparing the ship to leave. "Oy! Cap'tn! Is that Charlie up 'dere? We best be leavin' if'n that's her." Nate's first mate, Howell O'Mally, calls out. "We've been 'ere for four nights already. The guards will be catchin' onto us." He was always a nervous wreak. "Yeah! It's me!" I call out. Once again I climb the rocky cliffs down to the ship. "Then you best be hurrin'! We be settin' to leave!" he yells.

He went to reach out and touch her but hesitated not sure where her mind was at. “Danica, I swear on everything that I had no part in this and my loyalty lies with you.” Kaleb said. “Kaleb I- “Captain, I need orders, we are approaching the passage.” Jacob said, breaking the moment. “Aye to the passage, have someone come clean this mess up.” Danica said regaining herself. “And Kaleb Smith?” Jacob said, nearly snarling his last name. “I. I. Have Mr. Smith place in the first mate's cabin for now.” Danica said, tearing her eyes from Kaleb.

Alpha Clark seethed with rage as he watched the two mates tightly embrace each other. The air hung heavy with the heady scent of their blood and lovemaking. Alpha Clark would have to travel with the windows down to drive off the scent. "Open the cell," Alpha Clark demanded of the nearest guard and rolled his eyes at the sound of sniffles coming from Amari and how Alexander repeatedly told her that he loved her. He didn't care about any of that because he was prepared to prove to Amari that he would be a better mate to her than Alexander ever could. Not only had Alpha Clark lost his first mate, he had lost his lover too. He would not lose another mate.

At the wheel stood the captain, tall and imposing, his face marred by a jagged scar crossing his left eye, now milky white and blind. Captain Marcus Drago gazed out into the tempest, seemingly oblivious to the elements assaulting him. His jaw was set, his posture rigid, exuding a palpable menace despite the storm's fury. This was a man to be feared, merciless and cunning, who would stop at nothing to achieve his ends. "Captain, the island is within range!" shouted his first mate over the gale. Drago's mouth curved into a cruel smile, his good eye glinting. "Excellent. Prepare to advance."

“I killed my first mate.” “What?!” My heart skipped a beat.

“Then stay back and let Suzy be the captain of this ship. Every man would be surprised to see a female captain.” “I agree with that.” I thought it was time to know the names of these crew members. All I could do was differentiate them from their facial expressions. One had curly hair, the other had a brown beard along with shaved hair, the third man was quite tall, and there was a short one, but his strength was unmatched after watching him light a cannon alone. The fourth man was walking with the support of a stick, the fifth man had just one hand, and the other had an iron hook on it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was called the captain, but Phillips, on the other hand, is a man known for

Her mouth actually fell open. Brad, to his credit, tried to play it cool. He smirked and gestured between us like we were old friends. “Stacey, this is Sebastian,” he said smoothly. “Sebastian, this is my girl, Stacey.” I gave her a small, polite nod. “Hey.” Her face was surprised with her mouth almost opening wide, like she had just discovered the juiciest piece of gossip in all of Hawthorne. The captain of Westfield suddenly living under the same roof as her boyfriend?

For a long moment, he just stood there, his back to me, gathering his thoughts. "This is difficult for me," he finally began, his voice rough. "Admitting what I did. Who I was. But you deserve the truth. All of it." He turned to face me, and I saw tears gathering in his eyes. "My first mate betrayed the pack. She was giving information to rogues—our patrol schedules, our weaknesses, everything they needed to attack us successfully. We lost warriors because of her treachery. Good people died because she sold us out."

Tariq says, and clears his throat. "No," Saint mumbles, eyes still closed. "No no no." "Captain Hawksworth," Tariq begins, in his most theatrical voice, "Stood at the prow of the Velvet Hand and watched the colonial frigate close the distance. The wind tugged at his sash. The salt-spray clung to the dark hairs of his bare chest. He thought, for the briefest of moments, of the bookseller in Marseille." "Oh God," Saint says, more awake now.

Wilson showed me the controls and explained what they did while I pretended to pay attention to what he was saying. The stinger came when he told me about his boyfriend and how they had been dating for a while. I thanked him for the tour of the quarter deck and left. "Wow. Where did you come from?" I turned around to see a cute black guy watching me. His brown eyes and the smile on his lips sent tingles through my body. He introduced himself as Shaun, the first mate of our yacht. Although I had seen him around before, we had never had a proper conversation.