Flying Dutchman Captain Novels & Stories

A woman in an Air Force uniform with strawberry blonde hair pulled tight into a bun and a warm expression on her face emerged and told them, “I’m Captain Willows and I’ll be the copilot for your trip. Director Masters already explained the situation to me and Colonel Smith and told us not to ask any questions. We’re to deliver you to Charleston and back. Drinks and snacks are in the galley. Have a nice flight.” She turned around and disappeared back behind the cockpit door.

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

He stated and I turned towards some of my teammates that were standing close with a glare and they immediately walked away. “See? That's not the way of a captain. A captain is there to lead, there to advise his team on what to do…” “I do lead…” “No you don't” He corrected sharply. “You score goals, there's a Difference” My expression hardened. “I show up to practice, I play harder than anyone else on the team and I win games for you” “And I'm not saying that's a bad thing but you barely speak to your teammates except on the ice. You avoid every year's event. The only friends you have are these two”