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

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

“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.

“And your favorite matcha latte just in case you were dying emotionally.” I peeked at her from behind the pillow. “You’re psychic.” “No, you looked ready to commit violence earlier.” She set the drinks down and joined me on the couch. “Now talk. What’s going on?” I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “Dean Martin offered me the mentorship job.” “That’s good.” “He wants me to mentor Nicolas.” Her jaw dropped. “As in...” “Yes.” “As in...” “Yes, June. Him.” She stared at me like I had announced the apocalypse. “You’re joking.”

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.

Suspicion rolled off him in waves. “You didn’t tell me you made new friends,” Asher said, finally glancing at me with a blank look. I folded my arms. “We just met. Like… fifteen minutes ago. And he seems nice,” I added pointedly. Mr captain smiled slightly at that and I threw him a smirk. Asher hummed. “That’s what they all look like in the first fifteen minutes.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re dramatic.” Mr captain laughed softly, moisturising his lower lips with his tongue. “It’s fine. I get it.”