Captain Jack Sparrow 5 Novels & Stories

"A hotel room in Chicago. On our anniversary. And these? We haven’t used these in five years. Why are they in your pocket, Damian?" “What is a married man doing with condoms in his pockets.?” Damian stared at the items. For a second, he didn't move. He didn't even blink. I waited for him to explain it away. I waited for another lie about a "work event" or a "joke from the guys at the office." But he didn't laugh. He didn't apologize. His face went completely blank. He looked at me, and for the first time in five years, I saw a man I didn't recognize at all. The warmth was gone.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

"You want the other part." "Yes." "I have never moved that fast in my life," he repeated, quieter now, each word deliberate, stripping away every ounce of his usual arrogant captain swagger. "Because there was nothing left in me that could have let them take you. Nothing rational. Nothing careful. Just five years of pretending you were an enemy, breaking apart in about four seconds flat." My throat worked overtime, desperately searching for a witty comeback that wouldn't make me sound like a teenager reading a diary. "You're supposed to be my enemy."

The captain nodded at Darrion, finally saying something in universal language. Darrion smiled. “Thank you, Sir!” The captain smiled at him. “Well then. I will be leaving first. There are things I have to do.” Jai nodded and stepped aside to let him pass. The captain stepped forward but stopped in front of Jai. “Are you coming, Fred?” The captain looked at the monkey that was still perching on Jai’s shoulder. “Mrruuu…” The monkey replied. The captain smiled. “Very well then. I will be in my office if you need some head rubs. Good day everyone, good day, Jai-san, Darrion-san.” The captain then left the room with the soldier that Jai thought was Fred.

"For the main ship, keep the airstrip remain. Cessna Jet will be landed any minute now. Keep your head ahead guys. Let's kick this bad guy's ass." "Woohooo…That's our boss." one of the men said happily making all others start to rejoice it too. "Keep your eyes ahead, guys.." Jack is tailing one of the enemy's fighter jet on the sky. "Boss..congratulations on your wedding days at this end of this months. I heard your wife was gorgeous." "Woah..easy.. don't distract our boss chasing a bad guy here." "Hey guys, I heard boss's wife looks like Selena Gomez."

For the first time since I had met him, the untouchable, arrogant captain of the Westbridge hockey team looked completely out of his depth. Over by the window, Ethan sat hunched in a desk chair, the blue glare of his laptop illuminating his unnaturally grim expression. He hadn't said a single word since pulling up the unmasked wire transfer records five minutes ago. Victoria. Five thousand dollars, routed directly into my checking account from her family's corporate holding firm. None of it made sense. None of it fit into the narrative we had spent weeks building. “I didn't take her money,” I whispered into the quiet room, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to hold it steady.

His stomach knotted up at being told his friend was dead. “Jason was wanting to retire, he was training me as captain. For the longest time it had been good, adventures, treasure hunting everything we thought it could be. Then Rowling came, demanding payment for using “his ocean”. I told him to get lost and he slaughtered Jason in front of me. Left him to bleed out on the deck. It's been a long two years, payments and more deaths and more pain. I was supposed to just be robbing your ship, trying to find a way to come up with the ridiculous amount he thought I owed him. When I saw Claire. And now we're going to end him.” Jack said quietly. “Why didn't you come home to us, we would have helped

The pirate asked in a deceptively calm tone. "We just not noticed. Just like you, our eyes have been on the shore. Oh look! That ship's mast is tilted. Guess I was right, four ships are in trouble." Xander rubbed his forehead. "I am surrounded by idiots," he mumbled, suddenly missing his former first mate that he had killed for stealing. "Captain?" The first mate asked, not understanding. "One, plus one, plus two, plus one equals five…" the pirate captain was on the edge of losing it as he held up five fingers.

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?

The fifth bond was nothing like the others. Veyra had expected it to be a surge of passion, a crackling storm like the others, like the ones with Kael, Zevi, Rune, and Lioren. She had imagined it would come like lightning—sudden and violent, an electric connection that would bind her to her fifth mate with the force of a storm. But this bond, the fifth, was different. It didn't arrive as a whisper. It didn't ease into her senses with the quiet, comforting pulse of connection.