Captain's Superior For Short Novels & Stories

“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

One in particular looked extremely important his black uniform with all its shiny silver detailing showing clearly his rank was top tier. “General, Sir.” The Captain saluted as he came to stand in front of his superior. “I was not aware you would be here to meet us, my orders were to escort the…ah…detainees straight to the Palace.” The General gave the Captain a condescending look down his nose from under his peaked cap, his eyes like an eagle’s stare, rimmed with gold. “Orders change, Captain.” He empathised the rank, making the Captain swallow hard. “Yes, Sir…sorry, Sir.”

I noticed Jan spare a glance in Cara’s direction and his eyebrows rose. “You have quite a long black hair, Lieutenant,” he noted and I stifled a laugh. His gaze fell onto me. “Did I say something wrong?” I informed, “Colonel is the correct way to shorten addressing a Lieutenant Colonel. It is the First and Second Lieutenants who may be addressed as Lieutenant.” “Oh, sorry!” He chuckled. Considering this is the first time he fixed his gaze on me, he asked, “Did anyone ever tell you? You look similar to Young Master Eligor.”

with the clinical precision of someone whose fear has been organized by training into something operational. The captain on the dark horse at the center of the advance line wore his red crest and his bright armor with the authority of someone who has never questioned whether the authority was earned, and he pointed at Nova from his elevated position with the directness of someone who has decided what the target is and intends to be clear about it. "There," he said, and the single word carried across the engagement. "Take her alive."

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

Her scornful tone suggested that the Captain did not need to be treated like the prospective recipient of the Nobel prize. Jamie looked at her quickly and meekly dipped her head, exposing the curve of her long neck, The Captain wanted to pull her into his arms and make fierce love to her. Even when he was with his current mistress, Adele Long, he could only think of this dlectable little woman who haunted his dreams. He straightened himself and cleared his throat, shooting Serena a baleful look. “She’s right,” he said in a loud voice. “I’d better be on my way… I should…I have a report to write.”

Even Alex was taken aback, and before I could call him over to ask what the hell did I just hear, he jogged over—both the two guys turned their heads when Alex called them. ‘‘Captain, she’s waiting for me…’’ Alex said panting, and I frowned in a state of bewilderment. Captain? How the hell did he ever made to the rank of captain with an attitude like that? ‘‘There’s a project that we must complete as a group after school...’’ The guy he called captain rolled his eyes, and threw him an indifferent look, as if he didn’t give a fuck about his explanation. I watched as he stepped back into the building, clenching his fists at his sides. He looked bloody annoyed.

“No.” Campian said, “That’s what makes him so impressive. I’m certain that the chief is more experienced and knows more than us.” “Perhaps, Mr. Yarde is released from some influential academy in Metrocity for training, and the chief is giving him some gifts as a friendly gesture after learning about Mr. Yarde.” Willow widened her eyes in surprise. “So that is how it is! You’re good, captain!” Campian heaved a sigh and said, “That is why… I’m the captain while you’re just a squad member.”

And he nodded his head while pursing his lips. “Well, I’m Captain Stevens and this is my whole outfit. I want you to know that I run a very tight ship around here. We salute, we never have a soldier standing still, we are constantly working to make ourselves the best that we can be. Do you understand?” He asked. “Yes, sir.” I said.