Captain Sparrow Novels & Stories

The captain's response was puzzled, "That peculiar man... he's not the easiest to engage in conversation." "Why is that?" Xavier's brow furrowed in perplexity. "Is he some kind of spy or secret agent?" "No, actually, he's an author," the captain said with a chuckle. The revelation hung in the air, tangled in a web of perplexity. The conclusion that the mysterious guy was not involved in espionage or covert activities, but was instead a writer, elicited a chorus of perplexed looks and raised eyebrows among us. As he addressed the captain about the unlawful presence in his quarters, Xavier's rage grew. As he demanded answers, his voice was slightly irritated. "Where is he?" he asked, his gaze

Only to made kashvi understand that mermaids don't exist anymore Varun had to jump in the water with the camera to record everything underwater. After coming out from the water Varun had shown her camera that there are some fish but not any kind of mermaid to which kashvi felt embarrassed plus sad for being a fool by her cousins to which Varun had said her that she is too innocent that's why she has two brothers to rescue her away from any danger. " Please Varun and Kabir bro.. please rescue me this time also " kashvi mumbled while running her fingers over the portrait with tears streaming down her eyes.

“That was the happiest day of me life. Nobody wanted me, and the orphanage was gettin’ crowded. Then one day, the cap’n strolled in through the doors, searchin’ for a lad who could do hard work. I knew’d I could do it, and when he looked at me, he bought me right away. Cap’n has been so good to me. And the other men treat me like family, too.” Emotion clogged her throat, making her swallow hard. Could it be true? Was Hawk as thoughtful as the lad made him sound? “I haven’t been with any other pirates or highwaymen, but from what I’ve heard, Cap’n Hawk is the best. I knows the Cap’n hates Napoleon’s army—and pretty much everyone from France—and he wants to torture them, but other than that, h

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.

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.”

the captain asked, puzzled, eyes glued to the iPad. While the captain focused on his Ipad, he never let Kaizer out of his sight. That calm, impenetrable poker face returned, a shield masking whatever was brewing behind it. Anyone else would have trembled. Anyone else would have cracked under the weight of suspicion. But Kaizer? He was a storm held in check. “Did... did I say Kaizer Salvador?” the captain asked confused, looking at his peers. “You just said Kaizer Salvador,” he said, voice sharp. Kaizer immediately turned to him, bowing.

As if he forgot something, he trails his hand over his head, "I'm really sorry, I failed to introduce myself. I'm Captain Charlie." He smiles as he says this, this amuses me. "Captain in a boat? Sorry, I'm not abusing your hustle!" I say with a chuckle. We have fallen into the hands of a funny Sailor, we wouldn't be bored throughout the journey. I was scared that if we would get into the hands of someone who sees his only job as sailing, that would be quite boring. My eyes leave Charlie and Dustin, go to the boat, which is high-tech designed, then to the large water body which lays still, the green fields and plants at strategic positions on this creek, makes the environment so serene.

a voice interrupted from behind me. Definitely a male. Older. Somehow familiar. But he had a British accent, like the boy. Only more... proper. "Aye, she is. Still spouting nonsense though," the Captain replied, folding his arms across his chest as he eyed me with suspicion. God, he was an arrogant bastard.

"What are you implying?" Since he'd already started, Marco went all in. "Exactly what it sounds like! Boss, I've always wanted to ask—who do you really love? Miss Isabella, or Miss Sophia?"