Quotes Captain の小説・ストーリー

They have similar facial features and hair colours. That guy suddenly gazed at me. "And who's this beautiful lady over here??" He asked nicely, smiling with his eyes. "This is Bambi." Greyson introduced. "Oh hey, i'm Shane Grant. This asshole's brother. Good to have you here." He joked, grabbing my hand and shaking it. Greyson was already tall. But Shane was a bit taller and his skin was a bit darker. But he is so much more chatty and energetic than Greyson can ever be.

“Who are you?” “My name is Alpha Malone. The Alpha of this land. What do you want?” “You destroyed our sport and made those people win a whole lot of money from us.” His brother quickly uttered as I made my way to Alpha Malone. With the cap on my head, he laughed softly and turned to his brother. “Are you seriously telling me that the Captain of this ship is a lady?” “Are you saying that ladies can’t lead ships?”

Probably captains of certain ships. Every captain had a journal. And the three generations of men who captained 'the regal' had more experience than any other captains there were, Cornelia was sure. She decided she would seek the help of the expert. The current royal captain, captained the former ship 'the regal' and captains the new and improved royal ship "the regal II", Captain Rodrick. She went back into her bedroom where Roland lag peacefully in bed and wondered how the man could be so calm about the matter at hand. She sat on the bed beside him and gently tapped his arm.

His gaze was normal that even Camille couldn't tell if he was joking or dead serious. She laughed nervously, then stretched out her hand to the captain. "Hi, I'm Camille Owens," she introduced. The captain claimed her outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Camille. I'm the captain of this beautiful ship, and you can call me Captain Fred." He responded, his gaze lingering longer than it should have. "Sorry, is there something on my face?" Camille asked, laughing awkwardly under the captain's intense stare. "Yes, Fred. How about you stop staring at my woman?"

“I signed up because we were supposed to have the autonomy to act. And now you’re telling me that we never had that ability to begin with? You’re seriously telling me that now that we’ve got a bead on the Prophets, we’re gonna just sit here and do absolutely nothing?” “Don’t you think that I want to sortie against them?” the captain railed back. “Of course I goddamned do! But my hands are tied, alright?!” Aurora had enough of her captain, useless as he was. She pointed right to the pips on his collar. “You oughta take those off,” she said, “since they’re clearly only there for show.” “And you hold your twice-cursed tongue, commander!” he retorted. “I think you’ve forgotten your place! You’re

The man was crawling away, bleeding, his helmet cracked. "Who sent you?" Jack growled, pinning the man to the floor with his boot. The captain coughed blood. He looked at Jack’s face, then at his mutated arm. His eyes widened in recognition. "He... he said you would come," the captain wheezed. "Who?" "The other one," the captain grinned, his teeth red. "The Perfect One." Jack frowned. "Subject C?" "He calls himself... Cain," the captain whispered. "And he sends his regards."

He never even opened the picture. Sophie walked over to me with a wine glass. She glanced at the debrief booklet, then at Ethan. "Captain Carter certainly has plenty of time." She let out a small laugh. "Emma begs you for one glance at her mother's journal, and you say flight safety isn't for humoring people. Claire's debrief booklet, and you revise it down to the order of the sentences." The ballroom around us went quiet for a moment. A few family members turned to look.

a woman who Aquila assumed to be the head cook said to a girl about her age. "I don't want to go to the captain" the girl muttered to herself. "I'll go," Aquila said as she gave the girl a bright smile. "Thank you," the girl said then walked away. She went to the captain's tent and bowed as she bowed giving the captain his food which was just chicken and some type of sauce. As Jarvis saw Aquila, her eyes widen. Aquila poured the captain's wine into the cup as she was bowing. "what's your name girl?" The captain asked Aquila

Sophie shifted her seat beside me as she spoke. “What do you mean their first?” The coldness of the Dark Woods seemed to grow stronger and stronger each moment. The rustling in the woods, the howls of the wolves, and the invisible eyes that I felt before seemed to flood all my senses. Petra locked her eyes on Sophie. “We are not their first.” Everyone’s eyes and ears were all focused on Petra. “We are not the first captives the blood drinkers took.” Sophie gasped beside me with her hand placed over her mouth.

My condition couldn't handle the amount. I spilled the water out of the blue. "It's salty!" Haiban takes the glass from my hand and enchants it. "You're not good with visitors as always, captain," he teases, then gives me the glass with purified water in it. "You," the captain leans his elbows on his table, "brought a woman with you. What do you need to talk about with me?" he asked. His cold sharp eyes and the monotone are so unwelcoming unlike his laughter while slaughtering his people a while ago. What a psycho.