Captain Jack Sparrow Novels & Stories

And he has solid evidence of where the keys are. "Hi Carl, good morning, what's going on?" Jaquie inquired as he finally entered the captain's office. The captain did not respond to Jaquie's query, but he did direct her to sit in his office and wait for him. He reappeared, clutching some papers. Jaquie appears to understand what the captain is about to speak to her, but she pretends and acts as if she has no idea what is going on, even smiling a lot in front of the captain. as if she were some kind of naive child

‘ thought Jack with a light smile . “ Sir ! The jet is ready to fly . “ said the captain . “ Great ! I have send you the location on your phone . “ said Jack . The captain opened his phone and saw that coordinates he had given him were quite weird . “ Sir , this…… “ said the captain confused . “ Don’t worry . That building had a landing place for jets . “ said Jack . “ Alright , sir ! As you command . “ sad the captain . Jack entered the jet and started to enjoy a glass of champagne as the captain started the jet . In less than two hours , he had arrived at the building where Massimo’s apartment was .

“What do you do?” The Captain’s brow furrowed, and he drew a breath. “Who are you, Boy?” “I’m no one’s boy.” He gave the man a chiding look. Chin lifting. “They call me Savage Jack.” The Captain knew the name. But not well enough to know better. He jerked his sword and lunged to pierce the stranger. Bent on obeying his queen.

"No outsider has crossed the Veil of Valerius in two hundred years! Lower your sails and surrender the relic, or the garrison will turn your vessel into splinters!" Before I could utter a single word, the captain of the yacht—a silent, scarred man whose face I hadn't properly seen during the chaotic escape from the mainland—stepped out of the wheelhouse. He didn't look terrified. Instead, he knelt on one knee before me, bowing his head so low his forehead touched the polished teak deck.

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

"You are not your father, Jaxson. You didn't do this. He abandoned you, and now he's trying to use you to clean up his bloody mess, but we are going to burn his empire to the ground. Together. Do you hear me?" Jaxson let out a ragged, broken exhale, burying his face deeper into my neck as his massive arms wrapped around my waist, holding me so tight it bruised, anchoring himself to my heartbeat like I was the only solid thing left in the world. He pressed a desperate, lingering kiss to my collarbone, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, before he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The vulnerable, broken boy vanished, and the cold, calculating captain s

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

I heard the Captain chuckled sexily when he saw my eyebrows ceased. "You can call him anything you want tho," he assured me. "Now, that's Marcillo, the carpenter. The is the one responsibe for fixing anything that is broken in the ship." he told me. "Alex the Gunner, his sub is Xander. Ferdin the navigator, his sub is Ellan. Rieki and Raeki the Doctors, they are twins. And Gae together with Galvin, the cook." he told me. Now, he faced me. He looked at me like he's sipping my soul out.

The cabin went very quiet. “His brother,” Kian said. “His brother. Twenty six years old. The engine room flooded and he was trapped below. And there’s a radio log I’ve never been able to find that would show whether the captain called for help in time.” Nate looked at Kian. “The captain of the Marianne was Julian Ashcroft. Your father. The ship belonged to all three of them. Ashcroft, Kane, and Thomas Vance. Silas wasn’t on board. My father was.”

I ground my teeth together so hard I thought they might shatter into ash. Jeremy kept his head down, doing his best to ignore the lot. Rory muttered something else under his breath that I couldn’t completely catch, but I distinctly heard him swear, followed by the word “cunt.” One of the guys snorted. Right next to them was Axel, our supposed “team captain,” just standing there and listening to every piece of trash coming out of Rory’s fucking mouth. Fuck, I knew I was right about him. What kind of spineless captain just stands by and lets his own teammate get torn apart? Instead of shutting it down, Axel let out a loud laugh that echoed right across the ice.