Captain Phillips Novels & Stories

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

“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.

Two more dash off, “Food is easy, we’ll sort that out afterwards. Lights?” “Got it.” Four more dash off in another direction, she rubs her head, and looks to George, “What am I forgetting?” Phillippe takes her hand, “Nothing; people, food, music and lights. That’s all we need to celebrate him.” She sniffs and nods, “I’ll monitor the troops, you should go in to your father while you’re here. He’s not been right since she got here.” Phillipe pulls a face and Celine nods,

And when they did, the room they were in was clearly bare, dusty like it was never used. A young man, visibly no older than twenty-three, answered the call. "Identify yourself." His eyes were black, blonde hair. There was a feral gleam in the man's eyes, like a hunger no one was able to sate. He had a strong bone structure. Muscular despite the dip that hollowed out under his cheekbones. "My name is Captain Daxton Walker, requesting landing for our Elysium-6 vessel, Peacemaker," Dax answered, coming to my side, in the visual of the man.

Chapter 59 -Who the captain really is Emma tapped her phone and opened her social media. Almost immediately, notifications started popping up everywhere. Right in the middle of them was a video from a morning TV show featuring Allison. Emma pressed play. Allison was sitting in a cream-colored blazer, looking sad as the interviewer asked her about the canceled wedding. “I just never thought my own sister could do something like this,” Allison said. “I tried to protect her, but some people only care about what they can get.”

I forced it down, forced my body still, while Philip gave a solemn nod. “And lastly,” he said, drawing in a breath, “the most unbelievable one. Their centre. Their headquarters.” But it wasn’t Philip who revealed it. Franco’s voice broke the air, steady and grave. “Right beneath Astria Times Square. The city’s heart.” A hush fell over the chamber. My own pulse stumbled. “That,” Franco said, and his voice carried the weight of truth, “was where I rescued Jimmie.” The room turned its eyes on me, and for a moment, I felt the Luna seat burn beneath me, heavier than iron.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was called the captain, but Phillips, on the other hand, is a man known for his great victories. I hope we don’t die on the ocean because there’s no one to mourn or bury us.

Carl told me a lot about you; we were classmates during university in Kalmar; we were friends. He told Annika about his college exploits with Carl and how choosy Carl was with ladies. Annika was just enjoying every tale the new captain was giving. The new captain comes off as nicer and more approachable than Captain Magnus. The new Captain then starts to talk about some things he knows about the Philippines, such a little bit of history and some terms in Filipino, which Annika thinks he picked up through working with so many Filipinos. She then reasoned that perhaps this captain was wed to a Filipina, so she enquired of him, "Captain Jansen, are you wed to a Filipina?"

I remember thinking how I wished I could see such sights. The next day he left and, in his place, a merchant from our village, Ted, they call him—an oddity who escaped the fate of being a warrior and instead became a businessman. A professor his parents still despise to this day. But that night, when he stumbled into the clearing, face pale as if he'd seen a ghost, he broke the news that would forever haunt us. “Ioana is now the Queen.” “What Ioana?” It took me a second to recollect.