Captain Jack Sparrow Novels & Stories

He says, flashing me a smile that makes me blink twice. Why are they looking more attractive than normal today?! Around his neck is the word LUST in brown stones. "I don't think Jack Sparrow was British," Cream says. "He wasn't," I agree with a nod, glad I can stop admiring him as the male throws something at me that I catch. This one has GREED in green letters. "For your friend, Kai, I think?" He says, with a tilt of his head, "And don't look at me like that, it was Doctor's idea to not leave him out."

Is he shy? "I will help you steal a ship—I will do the whole Captain Jack Sparrow parade with you, but I want something in return." My heart is pounding. "And what is that?" "I want to be a crew member too," Hayden gives me this shy yet wicked smile. He appears both frightening and cute. "If your crew members don't listen to you, you can make them walk the plank—I wouldn't say no to the extra proteins."

“Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.” “You’re a menace,” I muttered. He pressed closer. I felt every hard inch of him against my back. “You like it.” Karius reached past me for the coffee pot, chest brushing my arm, and poured a fresh mug. He set it down in front of me like an offering. Then his fingers returned to mine, tracing the back of my hand in slow circles. “Your pulse is racing,” he said. “Because three hockey captains are treating me like a toy they all want to break.”

"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."

"Dinner is at seven tomorrow," Carter said, dropping his dead phone onto the glass coffee table with a loud smack. My brain completely stalled out. "Tomorrow?" My voice cracked like a middle school boy. "As in... less than twenty-four hours from now?" "Less," he muttered, dragging both hands through his damp hair and tugging hard at the roots. The cocky hockey captain from five minutes ago was gone. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth were gonna shatter.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing? This wasn’t the job my dad paid you to do." Matteo’s jaw tightened. "Your father's money has nothing to do with what happens here," Matteo said, his tone dropping an octave. "You are the captain. You are supposed to lead by example. If the captain walks out the moment he gets frustrated, wouldn’t that be happening every now and then." I stared at him, a humorless smile forcing its way onto my lips. "You're a hypocrite, Matt. You talk about commitment, but you're the one who walked away first."

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

I did not care. My gaze cut straight to the dance floor. There he was. Evan Ryder. Our captain. Smiling that perfect charming smile while he spun Clara around. Her red dress flared out as they moved together. His hand sat low on her back. Too low. She laughed at something he said and tilted her head close to his. My fists clenched at my sides.

"What are you waiting for? Which one of you is going into the shark tank?!" A man roared on the stage. I looked at the vicious man on stage and let out a sigh. That was the infamous pirate captain, Captain Kaplan Levin. He was one of those brothers and I called him Tiger as his nickname. Luckily, his eyesight had always been poor. He likely did not recognize me with different makeup and the cleaners' uniform. Tiger kicked over the gaming table in front of him, and Winnie trembled out of fear as she hid behind Hank the best she could. "Hank, I'm scared. That scarface is so terrifying..."