One Piece Marine Captains Novels & Stories

Elijah chided, though there was more affection than anger in his tone. He held her tight, as if afraid she might slip away from him. "You're going to live. We still have a lifetime together." Such sweet words. Unfortunately, they weren't meant for me. I doubted I was included in the future he spoke of. Just then, an urgent voice crackled through the boat's radio. "Captain Jensen, come in! This is Staff Captain Oscar Baker. We've completed the headcount, but one person is missing. We're turning back to look for them."

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

The sauce drips from his lips, much to the group's hilarity. “Hey Michel, have you been drinking too much whiskey? You see dolphins come and go, forget to cut your meat and what else. Hopefully you're not sailing in the wrong direction and we'll have to spend the night at sea," one of the captains teases him. The burst of laughter echoes across the sea, while Michel looks at his plate, apprehensively. The day passes happily, the company does not think about sailing back to the harbor for the time being. They eat and drink to their heart's content, joking around.

The two sides were no longer on the same level. Sure enough, not long after Marlee finished speaking, a boorish middle-aged man stepped down from the black battleship. He must be the leader of this group of space pirates. After the boorish man descended, two more men came down immediately behind him. The three men then stood together to face the merchant ship with murderous intent in their eyes. When Marlee saw the three of them, her heart was full of bitterness. The opponent's strength was much greater than she had imagined.

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

“Does that mean I can skip the rest of the speech?” “Oh, no, if there is a speech, I intend to hear it.” She crosses her arms. Vedran grunts with effort, but the corners of his grimace are turning up into a smile. He is happy for Xandra—just not my timing. “I’ll keep it short,” I say to both of them. “Hana!” “Yes?” “Is it true that ship’s captains can perform marriages?” Hana gives me a hard, sharp, soldier’s smile. A last drink before the suicide mission smile—with a softness around the edges that doesn’t quite click to me but makes Xandra’s eyes suddenly watery. “Yes, it is. Sanja, take the helm.”

March grabbed my upper arm and hauled me out of my seat. I tried to hide the pain that shot through my arm, but a soft groan escaped me. I felt my feet briefly leave the ground as he pulled me toward the door. The humid breeze outside sucked the unsteady breath from my lungs. Marcus let go of my arm and I stumbled against the outside railing leading up to the door. “Who is the Marine,” he spat. I straightened, but didn’t have a chance to answer when Marcus tumbled forward over the railing, landing on the gravel. Madden stood at the door. “Get in your vehicle, we’re leaving.”

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.

Ivy Bennett has no time for boys. Between keeping her scholarship, paying her bills, and worrying about her younger brother in foster care, she already has enough on her plate. Then Ryder Knox fails a class. Westbury’s arrogant hockey captain needs a tutor, and unfortunately, Ivy is the best one available. She hates his attitude. He loves getting on her nerves. But when Ryder asks Ivy to pretend to be his girlfriend, their simple arrangement starts becoming dangerously real. Because Ryder isn’t supposed to fall for his tutor. And Ivy definitely isn’t supposed to fall for the boy she swore she hated.

The junior captain from Ten Thousand Armies smiled faintly and spoke up as he said, “Should we still keep you guys on board to eat our food and drink our fresh water if we don’t release you? Let me tell you, we will not feed our supplies to you even if we were to feed it to the dogs.” As he spoke, he greeted one of his subordinates around him, “Put the lifeboat down and let them hurry up and get out!” Several pirates exchanged glances with one another, and the expressions on their faces were a little smug.