Captain Phillips Novels & Stories

Vivi stayed on the edge at first, but Theo handed her a slice and Finn teased Asher mercilessly about “painting dates.” “Captain’s gone soft,” Finn laughed. “But we like her.” Asher pulled Vivi onto the couch beside him. His arm stayed around her shoulders. For a few hours, the sabotage felt distant. But Delphine ruined it. Late that night, after everyone left, Vivi’s phone lit up. A new post from an anonymous account: more old sketches mixed with the leaked one of Asher. The caption read: “Captain distracted by damaged goods? Exhibition preview looks weak.” Attached was a fake review mocking her series as “rehashed trauma.”

He had his helmet tucked under his arm, his messy brown hair sticking up in every direction, and he was holding his phone out right in front of my nose. "What do you want, Miller?" I muttered, my voice a flat, irritated rasp as I tried to push past him. "I'm not in the mood for your crap today. Go find a protein shake." "Oh, you're going to want to see this, Captain," Miller chuckled, completely ignoring my glare as he tapped the glowing screen. "Look at the text my girl just sent me." I glanced down at the screen out of annoyance, fully expecting it to be some dumb meme or a reminder about a team party. But the second my eyes locked onto the text from Chloe, my entire body went rigid.

Philippe spoke on his phone as he walked into his department. “What about the informant?Is your informant reliable?” “No doubt. He is.” Phillipe put in some files into his bag. “Going somewhere?” The captain asked. “I am going to see my sister at the hospital.” “Everything alright?” “Yeah.I would be back before lunch break is over.” The captain nodded and walked into the chief's office. “We have got an over zealous problem.” the captain said gesturing to phillipe who was going out in a hurry. “Do we?”

Erlinda Phil's brother only cry beside her mother but they don't do anything until they are already inside the helicopter "Phil is left behind!?"- Dessa "I thought they were doing great lately!"- Bhlezy *SSSSHIIIKK!* *THIS THE CAPTAIN SPEAKING! CAPTAIN OF THIS RESCUE OPERATION! OUR AMMUNITION ON THE GROUND IS GETTING LOW AND WE NEED TO GO BACK SOON!* "what there is too many of us here!"

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?

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."