Captain Jack Sparrow Novels & Stories

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

I stood up and responded to her. "Nice to meet you too," I replied and she smiled sweetly at me. "As expected from a noble lady, you're greetings are perfect." She said. I kinda feel like she just sugarcoated her mocking from me. As if she can defeat me when it comes to proper courtesy. "Yes thank you," I replied. "Then allow me to introduce to you all the pillars of the Hellbender Pirates." She sweetly said. "This guy right here who looks exactly like the captain is Jake Maldice, captain's twin." She said and pointed to Jake. I looked at him and nodded, he nodded back and gulped.

He never even opened the picture. Sophie walked over to me with a wine glass. She glanced at the debrief booklet, then at Ethan. "Captain Carter certainly has plenty of time." She let out a small laugh. "Emma begs you for one glance at her mother's journal, and you say flight safety isn't for humoring people. Claire's debrief booklet, and you revise it down to the order of the sentences." The ballroom around us went quiet for a moment. A few family members turned to look.

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.

Jack Horner says from the executive dining suite as Kitty closes the heavy door. "Hello, Mr. Jack," Goldie Lockhart says, and his jaw drops down. Jack Horner used to look very tired and messy. He was overweight, he never shaved his face enough, and he always needed a hair trimmer. He looked like an old retired soldier who did not care. But now, he looks like a powerful alpha capo!

I folded my arms. "Should I be concerned?" "Probably." That wasn't reassuring. He stepped inside and held up a bottle. I immediately started laughing. Captain Morgan Spiced Rum. "You remembered." "Of course I remembered." Then he pulled out a two-liter bottle of Sprite. "I pay attention." I couldn't stop smiling. Because he did. He really did. Most people forgot details. Jack somehow remembered all of them. Then he handed me another bag. I looked inside. And laughed. "No way."

I snapped and his smirk immediately dropped. They were right in a sense but I wasn't sulking. It just fucking made me mad that she was still thinking about that price despite everything he had done to her. Love was a weakness I never wished to have and I hated those who succumbed to it too easily. I shouldn't even be thinking about her right now. “You guys are late” I looked up and saw Couch Jones staring at us with a frown on his face and his arms folded. “We…” “I don't care to know your excuse, Kai” He interrupted. “As a captain, you should be here sadly early”

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."

I asked curiously. "He's Captain Barbossa, Jackson is Will Turner and Blake is Jack Sparrow. They had a marathon of all the Pirates of the Caribbean films a couple of nights ago and so they all dressed as their favourite character," Jamie said. Now I really did want to see the three of them because I would pay good money to see all three of them dressed as those for fun.