Captain Phoebus Novels & Stories

The Avenger was a fast ship, which is why it was perfect for his needs which was to assist Prince Regent with ridding all of Napoleon spies. One of Gabe’s best friends, Captain Hawk—also known as Marcus Thorne—had once commanded The Avenger. Now the ship was Gabe’s…as long as he could get away from the French vessel heading right for them. For a few years, The Avenger had taken command over some of Napoleon’s ships. Was it any wonder the emperor’s armies wanted revenge? “Captain, we are picking up speed.”

At the wheel stood the captain, tall and imposing, his face marred by a jagged scar crossing his left eye, now milky white and blind. Captain Marcus Drago gazed out into the tempest, seemingly oblivious to the elements assaulting him. His jaw was set, his posture rigid, exuding a palpable menace despite the storm's fury. This was a man to be feared, merciless and cunning, who would stop at nothing to achieve his ends. "Captain, the island is within range!" shouted his first mate over the gale. Drago's mouth curved into a cruel smile, his good eye glinting. "Excellent. Prepare to advance."

In the midst of the chaos, an unnamed hero stabbed the heart of Alec Romanov, thereby killing Alec and replacing him as the new captain of the Phantom Ship. It was unsure whether it was just the effect of being too devoted in his storytelling; but as soon as David reached the conclusion of the story, Audrey noticed that his eyes welled up in tears.

Reaver’s sharp gaze fell on him. “I guess you don’t know since you haven’t actually seen him with the hood off,” Prof. Dimitrio said gently, “but Pan Phineas is a war hero who almost died during the revolt,” she told the students. “Half of his body was badly burned by the fire mages who sided with the rebels. It is a miracle that he is still clinging on to life even after that incident.”

I picked the fly out of the bowl with my finger, wiping it on the crate I was perched on and looked around, taking it all in as though for the first time. "Why does the Persephone use sails and not engines? I know this ship has power. I saw the electric lights." "No one can see us if the ship's powered down." "What do you mean? A ship like this? It stands out, trust me." I stirred my oatmeal, trying to find the confidence to take a bite. "Captain Keaton is a traditionalist, you could say," Robbie breathed, wincing as he pricked his finger with the needle. "You mean a pirate—"

“Jace.” The name hit wrongly, bouncing off the walls in the wrong angles. “Who the hell is Jace?” Rowan demanded. “Yeah,” I said, my stomach already twisting from the thought of it. “Who’s Jace?” Now we were here, all three of us staring at her like she was about to rewrite the entire narrative of our lives. Noah gave us an answer before she could. “He’s the captain of the basketball team.” Rowan and I exchanged a glances for a brief second. Captain? I don't think I know the guy.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze. Sain... "Whoa, I'm just trying to be friendly here, Czar" Phoebus raise his both hands with a goofy smile plastered on his face. I press my lips together when I felt his hand squeeze my waist as his face darken displeased with Phoebus response. "I suggest you leave if you don't want to die here" he warn that gives me a goosebumps. "Sain," I couldn't help to intervene and held his arm.

Everyone said to the other, ‘Captain as sights the ship. Captain Casablanca gave the binocular to Zealot, ‘look and see.’ He took it from him, and watch, and then said, ‘truly, is it our ship.’ He shouted, pointing to the direction. The pirates rose with great joy as Zealot made the statement.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

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”