Romans & histoires Captain Sparrow

“Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.” “You’re a menace,” I muttered. He pressed closer. I felt every hard inch of him against my back. “You like it.” Karius reached past me for the coffee pot, chest brushing my arm, and poured a fresh mug. He set it down in front of me like an offering. Then his fingers returned to mine, tracing the back of my hand in slow circles. “Your pulse is racing,” he said. “Because three hockey captains are treating me like a toy they all want to break.”

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

The figure spoke. “You took too long.” Orion whispered: “You were destroyed.” The figure smiled. “No.” The silver light around him intensified. “I was waiting.” Rei looked at Aiden. “Who is that?” Aiden couldn't answer. Elara could. Her voice trembled. “The first Vessel.” Rei's heart stopped. “The one who became the Fourth?” Elara shook her head. “No.” She looked at the silver figure. “He is the reason they created the Fourth.” The figure smiled at Rei.

“So who are you making the next captain? Him? He just arrived at Hawthorne this year. You’re completely disregarding every single one of the old team members.” “He plays better than most of them right now,” Coach said evenly. “So it’s not a bad decision to give him the role. That said, I never originally planned to make Sebastian the captain. I was going to appoint someone else. But since you clearly can’t handle a little rivalry… making him captain doesn’t seem like a bad idea after all.”

Alessia said, her voice dropping flat and cold. It snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I had completely forgotten she was still in my place, and my brain scrambled trying to figure out how to get her out without causing a scene. "Nico," she pressed, a sharp edge entering her words when I stayed silent. "Mmh?" I grumbled, following her gaze toward the TV. I sat up fast the second I registered the screen. It was the captain of 'The Serpent'—a total legend, my absolute idol, and the star of the pro team that invited us overseas to train with them at their camp.

I did not care. My gaze cut straight to the dance floor. There he was. Evan Ryder. Our captain. Smiling that perfect charming smile while he spun Clara around. Her red dress flared out as they moved together. His hand sat low on her back. Too low. She laughed at something he said and tilted her head close to his. My fists clenched at my sides.

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

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.

“I need to look at him to know if he’s following us, Sergie.” “No, Captain Spy says we shouldn’t make it obvious when we think someone’s watching.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the seriousness in his tone. “How do I know he’s following us if I don’t look at him, Sergie?” Captain Spy is the new cartoon Sergio has been obsessed with. Ever since the school closed for the summer holidays, the kids have been watching more cartoons, thanks to Jessica. He’s been watching a lot of Captain Spy and now he thinks everything in real life is just like it is in the cartoon.