Flying Dutchman Captain Novels & Stories

"I want him to taste the cellar dust for another hour." The Captain cleared his throat. "Dominic fled. He’s off the grid." "Let him crawl," she snapped, spinning around. "He’s a ghost with a hole in his shoulder. No men. No guns. What’s he going to do? Bleed on me?" "He might try to regroup." "With what?" She grabbed the Captain’s collar, yanking him into her space. "He fights with pride. I fight with billions. Do the math. Who owns you now?"

They’d spent most of the day on the water, making steady progress to-ward home. “What’s up, bird?” Duchess belted a familiar tune about blue skies shining. The perfectly pitched melody had David’s lips twitching. It hadn’t taken long for the bird to grow on him. Despite David’s pleas to fly away, the parrot had yet to find other suitable accommodations and appeared to be sticking with them for the foreseeable future. So there David sat in the captain’s chair, arm draped over the steering wheel, with a fitness-obsessed bird as his copilot.

The mayor was nothing but annoyed by the look of the captain, cursing him out, "What's got you panicking like this?" The captain trembled, getting down onto his knees. The mayor could not be bothered to waste his breath, asking coldly, "What happened? Have you taken care of that swindler?" "Mayor…" The captain gulped, speaking in a bitter tone, "That man wasn't a fake. He was… he was actually Darryl Darby." "Of course I…" The mayor flared up in anger at once at the words. He was about to say, 'Of course I knew that,' but changed his mind at the very last second. "How could that be? He's a fake, and I say so myself."

With his mission accomplished, the captain returned to the cockpit, leaving Damiano and Thea to celebrate together. The flight attendant appeared with more champagne and a silver platter of delicate appetizers. Damiano ate and drank, but Thea touched nothing. It didn’t particularly trouble him. This wasn’t a love marriage. It was about duty, commitment, and responsibility, as well as restoring honor to his family. “Thea Chiaramonte,” he said, trying it out as he studied her paleness and her blue eyes that looked far too big for her small face. “Mrs. Damiano Chiaramonte. It sounds so good, don’t you think so?”

I looked at the guy and he nodded his head at me as if he could hear my conversation. He gestured his hand for me to go. "Evening ma'am, if you'll please follow me," he said with a deep voice and a thick British accent. I gave him a nod and we walked quietly to the car. Which is definitely not a sports car. "Hello captain" I said to him once I was seated in the flashy car I had seen earlier but didn't think much about. He gave me a wide smile and pecked my cheeks which earned a blush from me.

he said in a British accent. "My name is Captain Jones. I'm going to be your pilot. Ivan told me about your plan. Welcome aboard," he said as he gestured to the plane. Five minutes later, I sat beside Damon. The plane was slightly larger than I thought, but not nearly large enough to be one of luxury. It was simply functional, with two seats on either side of a slim aisle. I counted 14 seats in total as I took my seat beside Damon, close to the window.

“Yes, I copy. Good day, Paxis Pontellius, captain of the Imperial Piletan Navy and descendant of a mighty politician. I have specifically ordered you not to call me until the boy has led to you Del Cealus and you have arrived there. “I hope that this is the case because otherwise, you will be punished severely. On which part of the floating island are you, Paxis?” “Hello, Lieutenant, I am pleased to inform you that I have indeed arrived. I must say- that boy you sent was a very skilled pilot and rider; he was able to both fly a plane and ride on a flying donkey. When he and his friends arrived at Piletus City, I was worried because some ace pilots appeared and tried to capture him. “If he wa

I picked it up and scanned through the message. ‘MS BECKETT: Monica said you left? Where to? Me: An important meeting. MS BECKETT: Don't lie to me, Captain. Come back now. Me: Can't… besides, aren't you supposed to be sleeping? MS BECKETT: I should be, but right now I'm on a flight to Jersey. Me: What? Turn around. MS BECKETT: No. See you soon, babe.’

"I'm Captain Priest and you are, for the time being, a guest on my ship. And I would like you to come with me." "And if I say no?" Spitfire's bright eyes went up and down the tom's body, not making any secret of the fact that he liked what he saw. When did he get a type? Though he was sure this big brute was nothing like his good boy Guru. He wasn't likely to enjoy being dominated by a too-tall, too-mouthy no-fur.

The captain felt that the possibility of hitting the mark was too low unless he was lucky enough. How the hell was he supposed to fight?! The captain even had the thought of surrendering. “Mr. Parker, this situation doesn’t seem right. Why don't I cover your retreat?” The captain said in a low voice. Juan frowned deeply. Retreating was impossible! This was First Dragon Club, his turf! If he retreated, he would lose all dignity. All other business partners would step over him in the future! “Fire!” Juan said sinisterly. The captain was a little alarmed. “I'm afraid I won't be able to hit him. This guy is too fast, just like a ghost!”