Captain James Seafood Palace Novels & Stories

He politely asked, looking at the Five star menu in front of him. "Ohh, call me Mason. And this is because we didn't know what you like. But you can always tell us your preferences. Anything you like, dislike, or have allergies. Anything". Mason was serving him food and Callum nodded. "Uhm. Just no shrimps please. I can't stand shrimp". He added a bit hesitatingly. Well since he had to live here from now onwards, better to be clear. "Noted Mr. James". Mason smiled and this time Callum smiled too.

His gaze was normal that even Camille couldn't tell if he was joking or dead serious. She laughed nervously, then stretched out her hand to the captain. "Hi, I'm Camille Owens," she introduced. The captain claimed her outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Camille. I'm the captain of this beautiful ship, and you can call me Captain Fred." He responded, his gaze lingering longer than it should have. "Sorry, is there something on my face?" Camille asked, laughing awkwardly under the captain's intense stare. "Yes, Fred. How about you stop staring at my woman?"

"Don't peel any more prawns for me. Leave some for the others." James leaned in and murmured softly in her ear, "We're guests, and we won't get to eat anything this fresh back home." The prawns had just been brought ashore by the fishing boats. Back in Ravenwell, even the freshest would be at least two or three hours old. Beverly met his eyes. "I can't eat anymore." "Alright, I'll stop." James removed the disposable gloves. A maid immediately brought over a bowl of warm water for him to wash his hands, then offered him a hot towel.

However, Caleb refused. Khloe clung to Caleb as she gave Penny an unfriendly look. Penny did not seem to mind and continued discussing the screenplay with Michael. The servers began bringing their ordered food to the table. The restaurant was well-known for their food as it was prepared using every day’s fresh catches. The most popular dishes included grilled lobster and dressed crab. Word was that this restaurant had gained nationwide fame through their dressed crab. Penny spoke to Michael for a while longer before she reached over to get herself some dressed crab. However, before she managed to do so, Caleb’s fork blocked her way.

Joseph's face sank. He stretched out his hand, revealing his prominent knuckles as he pointed at Chloe. "Go cook for me." Chloe had a stomach ache and did not want to cook, so she said, "Let's order takeout." "Sure, you pay for it then. I want seafood from Floria," Joseph said, looking at her fixedly as he saw through her intentions with a glance. Floria was a famous seafood restaurant in Aesper. It carried a variety of fresh and cured seafood dishes, with oysters being its specialty. The prices were high, yet the portions were small.

“They serve the most authentic seafood here. Would you try it? We can go to any other place you want.” However, he changed his mind to see the lost look on her face. Maybe she would prefer a fine-dining restaurant instead. He turned towards an expensive restaurant just across the street. “That’s a famous grill and seafood joint owned by Michelin-star chef Conrad Lewis. His food is to die for. We can go there instead.” A tug at his hand made him look at her. “Please, can we go to that little diner? Or we can grab something on the ship. I hate fancy restaurants.”

Sea Voyage, that is the name of Virtue Island owned restaurant, located at the harbour of the town, on the beach lines, actually the restaurant were made to be look as if it was floating on the surfaced of the sea. And it was certainly looked like it, this is the place that I last visited when it was first opened and I were the only person that dine in these restaurant. But now, it was constantly bustling and full of people customers, and I can say for certain everyone here were dressed to impressed. Somehow the town restaurant has become rather high class dining area.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

And that’s when the universe, in its infinite cruel timing, answered me. “What the hell?!” We froze. My eyes snapped open, and Captain stiffened in place, jaw tightening as he turned his head slowly toward the voice. James. He stood ten feet away, arms crossed, eyes wide like he’d just walked in on a scene straight out of a soap opera. “You guys should get a fucking room!” he barked, throwing a hand into the air like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “The fuck, man?! Eating each other outside like this? Don’t you have any sense of decorum?!”

“I half expect him to pull a shotgun and charge down the docks with it.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” he chuckled. “He's not a Rough Rider. He's a sailor. If he plans to assault anyone, it’ll be with a harpoon.” When she flicked a mildly annoyed glance his direction, he laughed out loud. “Mr. and Mrs. James?” the captain asked as they drew up alongside the boat at the sun-bleached and worn looking dock. Her brows shot up in surprise to hear his lilting Irish brogue and she studied him a bit more closely. Initially, she’d guessed him to be somewhere around Andrew’s age but upon closer inspection, she revised her estimate upwards by perhaps another ten years.