One Piece Captains Novels & Stories

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin... With each name, my fear grows. These aliens are twice the size of their female counterparts, and they don't look friendly. They don't necessarily look mean either, but I can tell they have killed. Their bodies and demeanor say power. A power that I could never dream of matching.

The kid commanding them didn't help but to laugh but the Knights of the West was unable to take him seriously. "Have you had fun staying in our country, I hope you did. Because you'll be living in the Palace Jail waiting for your execution." It was supposed to tease them but the Captain that the one possessing the command was upset in a way that the East called them dogs when they are cockroaches in his eyes. The captain of the east was left with sighs, to think he was caught on the action, maybe this was fine as long as he had not come back to his own country, for he is the East Katsuki Soldier, he thought that maybe this is fine for him too...

“This mission nearly ended up in disaster.” “Come on, we’re lucky that both you and Ren didn’t ended up getting killed!” said Tohya comfortingly. “The captain won’t blame you for it, and neither would the Elder. They’ve both gotten intel on the job from Italy’s authorities.” “A cover-up?” Ren guessed, and Tohya nodded. “I knew it.” [1] -taichou: Captain or commander in Japanese.

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.

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

"The boys want answers." "They do what they're told," Shinjiro said, eyes on the dark horizon. "Moretti butchered our guys and burned the warehouses," the captain said, stepping closer. "We still have the ammo to hit back. We know where they are." Shinjiro turned his head, locking eyes with him. "Hold the line." "We look like punks," the captain spat, gripping his rifle strap. "The street crews are laughing while the Italians celebrate." Shinjiro lunged, catching the captain by the throat and pinning him against the metal container. The rifle clattered to the floor.

Captains is telling his story to Annika. "What do you mean, you already know I'm boarding the ship?" Annika says, perplexed. "Yes, I have all the new crew lists, and I noticed your photo and you are so beautiful, so I read your CV and double-checked all your crew details and information," he said, laughing at Annika. "So you stalked me, huh?" Annika inquired, laughing as well.

The captain starts off being bothered by the uncomfortable and deafening silence between them. “That would depend on your actions.” Karilaya could not help but scoff having to deal with a question that seem to be about the prince’s beast-like form. “How so?” The captain had this weak smile as he looked at her. “If your the same controlling and manipulative man as the prince then I don’t think we will be able to talk like this,” She says directly at his face not holding back. The captain let out a chuckle but then turned quiet as he turned his eyes back to the now subsiding mist in front of them.

His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction. “We heard the explosions and came as fast as we could,” Terry said, his voice low but firm as he approached Roberto. The firelight flickered across his face, casting deep shadows. He glanced toward Captain Juan, nodding in acknowledgment before his eyes settled on the Japanese captives. Captain Juan returned the nod. “We managed to capture their leader, Ichiro Minamoto, but he’s been tight-lipped so far.”