One Piece Marine 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.

“Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.” “You’re a menace,” I muttered. He pressed closer. I felt every hard inch of him against my back. “You like it.” Karius reached past me for the coffee pot, chest brushing my arm, and poured a fresh mug. He set it down in front of me like an offering. Then his fingers returned to mine, tracing the back of my hand in slow circles. “Your pulse is racing,” he said. “Because three hockey captains are treating me like a toy they all want to break.”

He looked up and said only, “You did it clean.” She let the praise sit like a band on a wound. “Tomorrow I meet the captains,” she said. “Tomorrow they meet you,” he corrected. “Remember: captains are mirrors. They show their crews what to be afraid of.” She slept light and woke with steel in her mouth. The captains filed into the long room like a Greek chorus in suits—old scars, new watches, faces set in those neutral lines men wear when they want to be surprised by nothing. Vince stood at her shoulder; Marco took notes with a pen that made pleasing noises on paper. Lenny sat two seats down, which was both a kindness and a test.

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."

The War Room of the Shattered Isles was not a room; it was the hollowed-out ribcage of a leviathan whale, bleached white by the sun and suspended high above the harbor by heavy iron chains. The floor was glass, looking straight down into the churning black water hundreds of feet below. It was designed to unsettle anyone who stood there. Tristan stood on the glass, looking down at the abyss. He didn't blink. Around the central table—a slab of driftwood carved with the map of the known world—sat the Five Captains of the Siren Fleet. They were a motley collection of murderers, thieves, and exiles, each ruling a faction of the Isles.

“War was already coming. I’m just choosing the day.” One of the younger men stepped forward. “We already have someone outside. The captain from the docks. We tailed him like you said.” Guido smiled wider. “Bring him in.” The warehouse door opened, loud metal scraping. Two men dragged in the captain. His face was bruised, shirt torn, hands tied behind his back. Blood ran from his lip. He stumbled when they shoved him forward, landing on his knees in front of Guido. The captain raised his head with effort. “Guido… listen… whatever this is, you don’t want to do it. Marco’s still strong. He’ll come for you.”

But it seems the Spartan Captains finally lost their cool, as the 4 Captains of the fleet suddenly jumped into the sea. Kalen was surprised. “Are they trying to escape when their fleet is on the verge of destruction, or are they trying to fight under the sea?” He soliloquized in a puzzled tone. He was given an automatic reply, as he saw all the captains emerge from the sea aggressively like a wounded rabid dog retaliating against an abuser. Their shoes started glowing blue, indicating the eruption of energy before they landed back on the water surface. Their armors already covered their faces, showing that they were ready for battle.

Some of them came from mortal merchant caravans, and some of them even had sect insignias on them. But at this moment, these large ships were piled up around the island like garbage, full of seaweed. Obviously, these were the masterpiece of the male cultivator. The male cultivator used the strength of his Formation Path and puppet to intercept the ships coming and going in Sea Domain. As long as they were not as strong as him, they would all be taken away by him. Now that Caspian could only see these lonely ships without a living person, it was easy to imagine what had happened to the sailors or cultivators on the ships.

"I want to go to Jweali!" "What?" Commander Randall stared at Victor in disbelief. Go to Jweali? "If they can come to our turf to cause trouble, I can naturally go to theirs too." "But that's extremely dangerous, and how are you even going to get there? No ship can sail in the sea these days." The country had been monitoring marine mechanical creatures since the apocalypse started. If the chaos level on land was 1, then the chaos level in the sea was 10. The situation in the sea was brutal.

“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.