Captain Phillips Novels & Stories

The other was if someone was in a realm beyond one's self. Judging from Caspian's earlier ferociousness and decisive attacks, it clearly was not the first reason. Phillip's back drenched in cold sweat upon this realization. When he first laid his eyes on Caspian, Phillip saw nothing but a young teenager and did not feel threatened at all. As it turned out, his eyes had fooled him and caused the death of his men! Phillip was the head of the Simmons family. Others could die, but he as the head could not. If his life ended that day at the hands of Caspian, it would truly be the end of the Simmons family.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

"Claire ran into a problem on her simulator eval. A judgment error on the emergency descent procedure. The examiner wants her to submit a full debrief report, so I have to go to the training center." I stood in the doorway. "What about my document?" He frowned. "Emma, now's not the time for this." "It's due at nine tomorrow morning." "You can get someone else to confirm that project of yours." "I came to you because the project requires a captain's opinion." "If Claire doesn't pass this time, her promotion gets pushed back a year." There was clear impatience in his voice now. "You should know what that means for a first officer." It struck me as absurd. "And do you know what this project mea

“What do you mean? What things?” Mikhail sighed, leaning back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Belle. “Noah’s made enemies over the years, dangerous ones. The men who were after him when he was younger… they haven’t gone away. They’ve been circling, waiting for the right moment to resurface. And now that he’s with you, I’m worried that you’re going to get caught in the crossfire.”

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

I ran my hands down the front of my jacket, smoothing out any wrinkles. “Of course, my Lord. I will be posted out front until you return. No one shall enter. I will fight until my last breath if someone tries to overthrow you.” Phillips's voice is void of all emotions. Fear is the only emotion he is allowed to feel. Anything else is neutral. He can’t feel happiness or joy. He has been stripped of those pleasures. Until he can run topside, he only knows fear, and occasionally I will allow him to feel sadness.

At that moment, the doors to the room opened once again. This time, it was Rick and General Han who walked in. In addition, after a call from the general, four policemen in uniform plus their captain also stode in. Phillip peed himself at the sight of the law enforcement officers. He cried "They are trying to blackmail me officers! Arrest them immediately! I want to file charges against them all!" However, the captain had already watched the tape. He said to Phillip "Sir, you are under arrest for extortion and inciting a federal crime. You are coming with us to the station for investigation. " With that, the captain's men came forward to handcuff Phillip Windham.

Philip opened his eyes and the bright light coming from the ceiling is the first thing he sees. He adjusted to the light and when he finally did, he looked around, only realizing that he was still in his boxers. "Ah, Mister Edwards, I'm glad you're awake." A doctor said as he approached him. "I'm Doctor Clifford, I was the one who checked on your wife." The lad introduced himself to Philip before handing the lad what seems to be a coat. "How was she?" He asked as he placed the coat around his body.

Mother, if one day Lillian and I do come home, I want you to be among us. The wind blew harder stroking Phillip's head until the young man opened his eyes. This time the water droplets fell from there, he didn't try to wipe them off, rather he was lazy to do that. And no one will ever see him cry here anyway. At least that's what Phillip thought before someone patted him on the back.