Shanks First Mate Novels & Stories

She decided to be completely veracious, all this she processed in her head in a split second. "My first mate." She replied and looked at him. "Shawn was the first person I felt the mate bond with." His eyes widened for a second and a glint of jealousy and rage flashed in them. "And you said he was just a fucking guy that wanted to attack you, you called him a fucking rogue. I should have gone after the bastard!" He said through clenched teeth. "There was no use, he had already lost everything..." She said slowly, realizing that this was the first time her mind had wandered back to Shawn in a very long time.

Beatrice perched on the sofa opposite, leaning forward in anticipation. “Me an’ Agnes dug deep an’ uncovered a sorry tale, make no mistake,” Maud said quietly. “The ship was called The Raven. A galleon that sank off the coast of Ashby-on-Sea in 1588. Captain was a fella by the name of Jackson Crane. A God-fearin’ man, like many around them times. Maybe that explains why folk did what they did, but havin’ a reason don’t make everythin’ ye do in life right.” Beatrice frowned. “What do you mean?”

“We checked it thoroughly, there is literally no space for any instruments to slide between her skin and the metal. We can't cut through the top, it is super thin and we can't make where the metal ends and skin starts. Apart from it, everything is absolutely fine with her.” They sure cant. This isn't a simple shackle, this cant be. Aeric and I trace the shackle with our fingers, our skin bouncing on the little unknown words engraved on the shackle. Four different lines of words, going around in circles, reunifying in themselves. I take a closer look as if the alien language will reveal itself, probably, speak to us. In this lifetime, I have learned more language than necessary. Some for busi

the first mate tried to sound casual, but there was a nervous tick in his eye that told the captain of his concern. "One or two?" Xander turned his eyes toward his fleet behind him. "Maybe four? It is hard to tell." The first mate spoke more and more timidly as he pointed. "But that one over there is definitely low in the water and tilted over to one side. I think it maybe sinking. That one over there is missing its rudder and those two seem to missing their men. At least no one responded to our signals." "Why did no one tell me earlier?" The pirate asked in a deceptively calm tone.

He said in shock, turning towards the man with the whip. “You gave her maggots?” he asked again, but there was no response. And then his eyes caught the plate I had tossed out of the cage. It happened so fast that I almost didn't see it but before I knew it the man with the whip was on the floor with a broken neck and blood everywhere. “Master!” A few men said in unison, rushing to his side. The mess was cleared up quickly and they all stood at attention waiting for his next order. I was beyond shocked by his response.

I watched my mamma as she went to open the door and there, we saw Charles with a red shoe in his hand. Next Chapter 22: My first day at work, with my cruel mate

But it was strange she was asking because Irene never even had a first mate. “Of course I do,” I told her. “I’ve heard stories of it happening, but never seen it with my own eyes. But Irene, you kind of need a first mate in order to have a second chance, mate.” “Well, duh. I know that,” she told me, rolling her eyes, but there was no malice on her face, only a slight smirk as she met my gaze again. “I think Chuck might be my first mate.” I blinked again, dumbstruck by her admittance.

she answered. “I do. He’s never given me a reason not to. Quite the opposite, in fact. Look, honey, I’m not going to tell you that all mates are perfect, because trust me, I know firsthand that they’re not. Your uncle is not my first mate. He’s what we call my second chance mate. Sometimes, when you have the Goddess’s favor, if your first mate rejects you, passes away, or treats you badly, she will grant you another mate. My first mate was not a good man or mate. He hurt me so deeply that when I found your uncle, I was afraid to love him. I was terrified that he would be just like my first mate, but he’s not. My first mate was a cheater. He manipulated me. He happily took every part of me th

Ethan Pov After showing Sophia to her room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against the hallway wall. For the first time since finding her on the roadside, I allowed myself to breathe. The night had been exhausting. Finding my mate should have been one of the happiest moments of my life. Instead, it felt like the beginning of a war. A human mate. Even now, I struggled to understand it. My wolf had recognized her instantly. There had been no hesitation. No uncertainty. The bond was undeniable. Yet part of me still found it difficult to believe. A human. My mate was human.

How could Shirley refuse again? Shirley could only nod slightly, her ears turning slightly red, "Alright, please convey my thanks to the captain. I'll be joining my friends." The first mate and the second mate nodded politely to Shirley, then turned and left with the others. "Wow, even the first mate and the second mate are so handsome. Now I'm even more curious about what the captain looks like," Tina said, her eyes sparkling. Camille, however, casually remarked, "I find it a bit suspicious about the identities of the first mate and the second mate. Although they invited all the passengers on board, the emphasis seemed to be on inviting only Shirley."