Captain Phoebus Novels & Stories

Buddie seemed disdainful as he grunted, “What a bunch of snakes. Nothing to be sorry about!” “Tamayo’s all puffed up now that Aquilo’s the vice-captain of Admiralporium,” Diesel said. Kayson’s interest was piqued. “The vice-captain of Admiralporium?” Diesel replied, “Looks like you know about Admiralporium too, Kayson. The vice-captain holds a lot of power. “If Aquito came back, Northspring’s leader would be willing to welcome him himself.” Kayson smiled. “He’s just a vice-captain, yet Tamayo is this brazen?”

“No more drills tomorrow.” Silence follows. One captain blinks. “Alpha?” “You heard me.” “But we’re almost ready….” “No.” Tyson’s voice leaves no room for debate. “We’re fighting a battle, not running ourselves into the ground.” His gaze sweeps across the room. “I need warriors who can think. I need witches who can cast. I need commanders who can make decisions. Not corpses who collapse before we reach the battlefield.” That settles it. The following day becomes the quietest day MoonHaven has seen in weeks.

“Then stay back and let Suzy be the captain of this ship. Every man would be surprised to see a female captain.” “I agree with that.” I thought it was time to know the names of these crew members. All I could do was differentiate them from their facial expressions. One had curly hair, the other had a brown beard along with shaved hair, the third man was quite tall, and there was a short one, but his strength was unmatched after watching him light a cannon alone. The fourth man was walking with the support of a stick, the fifth man had just one hand, and the other had an iron hook on it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was called the captain, but Phillips, on the other hand, is a man known for

Suddenly, Roberto called out from the darkness. "Captain Terry!" His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the night as figures began to emerge from the surrounding trees. Captain Terry, a hardened guerrilla leader known for his ruthlessness, stepped forward, flanked by his men. They had come running at the sound of the explosions, ready to assist. Terry’s sharp eyes immediately took in the situation—the defeated Japanese soldiers, the bodies strewn about, and the few captives still alive. His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction.

Captain Mario greeted them as they stepped out of the caddy. "Hi, Captain Mario. Thank you for welcoming us. We can't wait to meet your crew." Charles greeted the captain back. Charles and Esther then walked up the passenger bridge and followed Captain Mario to the living room, where a line of crew members were there to greet them. "Allow me to introduce you to my team." Captain Mario began. "Roger and Laura are my 1st and 2nd officers respectively. Quincy is the officer on watch." "Imelda is my bosun. She has Payton the lead deckhand and two assistant deckhands, Ethan and Aaron. Our security officer is a former army sergeant. We call him Sarge."

If it had not been for the unexpected situation at that time, he would not have gone back to the Southern Plains. James picked up his cutlery and started to eat in silence. “That’s right…” Halfway through eating, James suddenly put down his knife and fork, looked at Thea, and asked, “Do you know about the Phantom Army, Thea?” “Yes.” Thea nodded and said, “After you left Sol, Maxine visited me quite often and chatted with me. We've discussed some of the Capital's circumstances. I'm aware of the Phantom Army's appearance, and I know that Tobias is the Phantom Army's commander. I'm also aware that the Phantom Army is made up entirely of ancient martial artists.”

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

"Together Captain." The game waited for us and we were ready to answer.

Matthew caught sight of the captain on the steering wheel. “Captain!” He shouted. Noticing Matthew, the captain shouted back. “Lord Dragunov! It’s not safe out here!” “Don’t worry about me! I can help! I can sink their ships immediately if you want me to!” The captain knew Matthew was strong but he didn’t want him involved, but since Matthew offered so. “No! Don’t sink them! Take out their weapons and capture them! Mister Joss is already on that too!” “Copy that!” After receiving orders from the captain, Matthew chose a ship to attack.

Alexander declared, his conscience clear in claiming the spoils of their fallen adversary. The captain, taken aback, stammered, "Who... Who are you?" "Alexander," came the calm response. The captain's shock was palpable. He had not anticipated facing the very man who had dismantled the Moony Organization. Hastily, he complied with Alexander's orders, fearful of the consequences of defiance. With trepidation, the captain gave the command to replenish fuel and other resources. The vessel thus set course for Ol' Mare within hours. The journey proceeded smoothly, with the ship navigating the waters of the Wyverna Sea. Another half day's voyage lay ahead before reaching Ol' Mare. Meanwhile, conce