Flying Dutchman Captain Novels & Stories

Snorting unimpressed at the retort, the Captain replied indifferently, “Well, honestly it doesn’t matter to me how she disappears. It would make my job a hell of a lot easier if she just drowns down there.” “I’m afraid I don’t grasp your meaning, Captain?” Allen answered, guardedly moving in front of the blade Chiri had left behind. The man puffing out his chest assertively, he eyed the knife before speaking again. “Someone at the Alliance was pretty adamant that your partner didn’t return.” The Captain said. Taking a step towards Allen, he continued to elaborate on the plot, “It’s a pity, since I had planned on off-loading her in Xiatan. Pureblooded witches there are worth twelve times thei

"Oh my he is even hotter in person, to be honest he is one of the main reasons I'm boarding this flight," the lady Alex was currently attending to murmured to her friend that was when Alex took the initiative to turn around and take a look at what was happening and there he was the top one most talked about and sought after pilot in the whole of California. As Alex turned around, his breath caught in his throat. Standing near the cockpit entrance, adjusting the cuffs of his pristine white uniform, was Captain Damien Russo, the man who had every passenger on this flight murmuring.

I stared at it for a long time without turning it on. Whatever Luca had been about to tell me, it wasn't small. It wasn't business. It was the kind of thing that made a man like him look like that... like the ground had shifted under his feet and he was the only one who could see it. The captain's voice came on again a few minutes later, calm as ever, telling us we'd be landing a little ahead of schedule due to weather conditions. No mention of why Luca was in the cockpit. No mention of anything except smoother air ahead and thank you for flying with us.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

He said, “I’ll walk you there.” “I’m good.” He let out a wry smile. “I know. “It’s just on my way.” We walked alongside for a short distance. No one broke the silence. As we approached the boarding gate, the boarding announcement began to play. George paused. “Millie.” I looked back. He stared at me, his voice barely a whisper. “I’d always check the weather when I fly. “I keep an eye on the passenger manifest. “I make sure not to take anyone’s reliance as my worth.”

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

“What an interesting choice.” The captain was taken aback by the comment, and floundered a response. “I, er, was I mistaken?” he stammered. “I apologize… I, uh, what should I call you?” “Whatever suits you,” Lucifer said, and waved off the question dismissively. The mercenary captain looked around nervously at his officers in search of answers, but none of them had one for him. Instead, the captain cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. “I… look, I understand that you love to play games,” said the captain, “but now isn’t the time. Our fleet’s taking a serious beating. If this keeps up, we’re gonna lose our charge, and our contract’s gonna get voided. We can’t afford that.”

As Daniele followed him and slipped her arms within his side arms, establishing a cozy environment between both of them, he said, "I wanted you to be always close to me, my wife.” The woman who was in the captain's company the previous evening is wearing a red backless miniskirt and 6 inch pointed high-heeled shoes, putting her virtually on the captain's shoulders in height. Despite being quite petite, she is really adorable, nice, and outgoing. Because the captain is wealthy, she doesn't appear to have the courage to woo David. Nobody has the guts to inquire as to why the captain requested David sit next to him during that meeting.

said the captain, with all the courage he could muster, “then, you are definitely on the wrong ship. I advise you stay off the hook, or else, by God, I swear to have you all over the water.” The Gypsies were ruffled by this statement, and several of them drew their weapons, which rather infuriated the Captain Rustenburg even more. However, the leader of the gypsies stopped his men from drawing their weapons, and taking off his disguise, the Captain could not help but fall at the feet of the newcomer, one whom he had never expected, the Rajah of India!

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”