Flying Dutchman Captain Novels & Stories

Captain Mario greeted them as they stepped out of the caddy. "Hi, Captain Mario. Thank you for welcoming us. We can't wait to meet your crew." Charles greeted the captain back. Charles and Esther then walked up the passenger bridge and followed Captain Mario to the living room, where a line of crew members were there to greet them. "Allow me to introduce you to my team." Captain Mario began. "Roger and Laura are my 1st and 2nd officers respectively. Quincy is the officer on watch." "Imelda is my bosun. She has Payton the lead deckhand and two assistant deckhands, Ethan and Aaron. Our security officer is a former army sergeant. We call him Sarge."

Third time lucky, Lizzy presented him with the tomato cocktail and swept back to the galley. Next came the captain’s coffee. Shit, the captain—of all her luck, Captain Stuart was at the helm of the Airbus. Lizzy supposed she couldn’t avoid the creepy windbag forever. She chose to serve the first officer first. He was a new flight member she’d never flown with before, and she’d already forgotten his name. He seemed like a nice guy.

His wolf growled low and menacing, instincts screaming for action. The woman laughter increased as she buckled her seatbelt, her face calm, as though she had been waiting for this. "This is your captain," the Captain's voice echoed in the plane, "we've lost one engine. We are gliding and attempting to make an emergency descent. We're working to control the situation, please remain calm." Damon's teeth clenched. Calm? What part of this was calm? He unbuckled his seatbelt, hoping to make his way to the cockpit and control the situation himself.

The big man rounded on her, fists clenched, bloodshot eyes narrowed as he glared. “And just what did you mean by that?” he snapped The Captain moved easily and said in a hard voice, “Mr Van Dyke, we are doing everything we can to find Roxanne Piccolo, because we believe that she might be able to provide us with more useful information.” And as the face of the drunken man took on an expression of extreme confusion, to suddenly clear as comprehension dawned upon him, the big man leapt to his feet, swaying, sending his chair crashing to the floor as he roared,

“But we will—” “We don't need assistance. It's a short flight. Leave.” “Go home Constance,” the captain said from behind. “Dom’t worry, you will still get paid.” She finally closed her mouth, nodding silently as she exited the plane. “That was rude,” Lyla breathed. “That was someone that could snap you and spread your location,” Achilles retorted. “Even the Captain, I don't trust him.” The old man gave a small smile. “Best believe when I say, you all never met me today. I never flew this plane today, because if I did, I would be swallowing lead.”

I put them into the suitcase one by one. Then I went to the top shelf of the closet, pulled over a chair, and took down the moisture-proof box. I opened it. Inside lay an old epaulet and a photocopy of an early flight logbook, the one Ethan had swapped out when he first passed his captain's exam. Back then he was still just a first officer, so stressed he'd go whole nights without sleep. I sat with him while he memorized procedures, organized his route materials, ran through oral checks over and over. Sometimes he'd fall asleep facedown on the desk, and I'd sort his scattered papers by date for him. The day he passed, he handed me this old epaulet and said, "Wait for me to fly home and marry

I picked one, and the blonde attendant half-filled my glass. “Please enjoy your flight,” she said before walking away with the other attendant. I looked at the men who had already taken their seats and sipped my champagne. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I anticipated what Luciano had in mind. I didn't think he'd go this far for a date. Just then, a middle-aged man walked up to me. He was smartly dressed in what I supposed was a pilot's uniform. “Good evening, ma'am, and welcome aboard. My name is Captain Jack, and joining me on the flight deck today is First Officer, Mr. MacArthur,” he said, gesturing to another man, younger though, who waved to me from the door of the cockpit.

After waking up, seeing them all navigating the ship into different direction, I have no idea of whatever Captain has done to Mr Gibbs for not obeying him but I can clearly see that the captain himself is the one in control of the ship now. Water splash into the ship up and down,the ship dragging everyone off their feet to the left and to the right side just because we all want to get out of this environ to be safe from the Tornado. "CAP! CAP!! CAP!!!, the Dutchmen are approaching us! The Dutchmen are approaching us!! The dutchmen... 'shut up, we are all ears Mr''. A pirate saw the Dutchmen ship and tried to tell us. I looked forward to seeing what everyone was also looking at which is the D

Emma didn't have another choice but turn around. Her mask was still on her, but the exquisite face was not easily covered. Even the silver hair that had left her bun and the cloth around her head. The captain widened his eyes. He was told that the Duchess was a beautiful woman with silver hair, and she was the only one who had it. "Captain, you know who I am," Emma knew clearly that face, he had discovered her, "So I am going to ask nicely, step away and let me out." The Captain sighed but didn't say a word. He couldn't disobey the orders of the Duke, not even if it was the Duchess asking him.