Captain James Seafood Palace Novels & Stories

"Mr. Henderson! Welcome, welcome! Our restaurant is fully prepared! 12 tables of seafood, and I assure you, it's only the finest, premium-grade catch. The presentation and execution are second to none—" Before he could even finish his sentence, the driver of the lead car impatiently honked the horn. The car window rolled down slowly, and the driver poked his head out, scowling. "Since when did our CEO book a seafood banquet at your establishment? Our reservation is at Oceantis on East Street! The owner's a young man named Mitchell!"

In the end, Charles spotted me from the back alley and pulled me inside. He had completely renovated the space. The size nearly doubled as he had taken over the storefront next door. A brand-new sign hung prominently on the wall reading "Marsh Seafood Restaurant". Next to it was a proud display of framed plaques gifted by local regulars. One read "Fair Pricing, Good Food", while another read "Hospitality at Its Finest". The polished brass and clean lettering caught the light beautifully. Charles poured me a cup of tea, lit a cigarette, and leaned back in his chair. Squinting out at the bustling crowd, he said, "That table that night wasn't a loss after all."

Carla shushed me, “hush, always with the questions, if it is a mistake too bad, we get to eat with the captain, that’s too cool.” Maria smiled, “maybe our luck is changing, our princes’ will arrive, and we will have a fairytale.” I scoffed, “I’d settle for a good fuck right about now, that guy this afternoon had my panties soaked and my poor libido is sulking.” The captain’s table steward came around and poured us champagne, and we drank and drank and drank. The dining room began to fill up and the captain entered with the biggest man I’ve ever seen standing next to him. “I know I drank a bit too much, he looks like the Alpha, but dam is he a mountain.” I watched with anticipated breaths

he said, smiling as his gaze swept across the room. “We’re really happy to see you here, Tito Jim,” Carl spoke up, his smile strained. “Oh really?” Mr. Jim asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes. In fact, we knew you were coming, so we prepared something special just for you,” Carl replied, signaling the waiter and whispering instructions. Moments later, several staff members arrived carrying trays of food—seafood dishes: a large crab, two whole fish, and three side dishes—placing them in front of Mr. Jim.

he greeted. “Captain,” James greeted back, with his brows furrowed, “What brings you here?” “It’s Her Majesty. She is ill. She is unable to leave her room, let alone her bed,” the captain replied with his head still down. James’ world came into a stand-still. ‘My Amelia.’ ~*~*~*~ James paid no attention to anybody else when he arrived at the castle. The captain and his men stayed closed behind him as they made their way to the master bedroom.

In his case, he owned several. It was an added boon when he was introduced to the very capable Captain Jackson Sims while traveling the South Carolina coastline. The captain he originally commissioned to head the operations of his frigate at the time of purchase found himself in a scuffle up the coastline just prior to beginning his duties on board Stephen’s ship. He was fulfilling a prior commitment for a brief commission that was to last less than a fortnight when his ship fell under siege by pirates. While defending the ship, the captain was severely wounded and was forced into early retirement. Stephen, having urgent business in Jamaica, made a few inquiries around the Charles Town docks

Christopher was about to pay when a man approached him. "I see this place will allow anyone in here. Can trash such as you really afford such a meal?" Captain Jace sneered at the boy. He could not help but to let his gaze linger on the two women sitting with this boy. "And who would pay so much for such company? A maid, and a street whore." Christopher was out of his seat in an instant. Arm already pulled back for a punch but Elise was just as quick and stood in front of the captain.

“We’re just simple smugglers. We ran the blockade earlier and are here with meds and food.” “Oh, thank the gods!” said the mayor. “Quick, quick, come inside! Let’s get the paperwork all settled. I’ll buy all the food you’ve got on hand.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said the captain. “How about I buy that food off you instead? We’ve got access to a military spend, and can happily offer you twice what this fool can offer you.”

He grabbed a lighter and lit the candle on the cake and pushed it towards me before he stood up and came over to my side. "Make a wish baby." He softly urged me. I chuckled and smiled up at him. "What else should I wish for when I already have everything I want?" He beamed and kissed the top of my head and I blew out the candle anyway. James is the captain and the yacht sailed calmly across the clear blue sea away from the docks and we started to have our lunch while sharing small talks about everything. After eating, Jason filled up our glasses with some sparkling champagne and he took me up to the upper open deck so we can look out at the sea.

Bianca and her Masters had settled to dinner at a table at the swanky restaurant, which was called Captain’s. It was one of the nine in-house restaurants within the Shangri-La grounds. It was also the latest one, started by Dominick Delano, and Bianca knew the young man desperately wanted it to succeed. During a casual conversation, Serena Kingston spoke about how Rani and Dom were anxious to see that the Mafia Don appreciated how hard Dom was working to get a name in the field of restaurateurs.