Splatoon Captain Cuttlefish Novels & Stories

He touches the screen quickly and the announcer begins to speak and move down the line. "Captain Terrax will be fighting a Latroot...Commander Saz will be fighting a Mangog...Commander Fornis will be fighting a Bunte...Captian Het will be fighting a Zobilo...Captain Cailan will be fighting a Balsig," the announcer says so quickly I stop breathing so I can hear him properly.

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.”

He was poised low on the ground, ever ready to strike with his shinobuken held horizontally in front of him, his left hand behind. “Were we in a trainin’ dojo where ye’ve been raised,” the captain said, “no one would claim victory… BUT HITHER IS NOT A DOJO!” Captain Fang thrust his amputated right arm and released the harpoon on the end of it. As a matter of fact, Sasha had earlier grabbed a handful of salt when he tumbled forward across a drying pan. Now he swung his left hand from behind him and flung the salt to the captain’s eyes like a sumo wrestler purifying the ring.

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

"I came here for revenge. Now it feels like building something real." "It is real." I wiped my mouth. "We win the games. We win this too. Side by side." He chuckled rough. "Bossy captain. I like it. But if it goes south you get on the plane and let me finish." "Not happening." I pointed at him. "We finish together. No arguments." Kade leaned in and kissed me quick. Salty from the food. "Stubborn. Okay. We watch every move tomorrow. If the rat slips we grab him quiet."

Cole glared hard at him, and the boy shut his mouth as he finally stood up. The blonde haired boy smiled at me and stretched his hand. “I’m Nolan, and it’s so nice to finally meet you.” “Rosie,” I whispered. Cole doesn’t say anything, but instead he starts approaching me, and once he gets to where I was, he slowly pulls Nolan’s hand away from mine as he forces out a smile. “Zane, can you tell Nolan to back off? This one’s off limits.” “Oh, come on, bro,” he said as he laughed. “You guys have a nice time.”

Aulia nodded her head once Hisoka glanced at her, requesting her permission as well. “Great.” Hisoka intertwined his fingers together, placed his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on the intertwined fingers. “This man, next to me, is one of the Mandrill Monkeys or so-called Mandrill. His code name is Captain, coincidentally the captain of the group.” Captain shot up and slightly tilted his body forward. “The name is Captain, one of the Mandrills and also the leader. I humbly greet all of you.”

He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time. He was actually glad to see their photos because his long-awaited time had come. He was going to deal with every one of them starting from Dana, then Harriot, and finally, Clara. None of them was going to be set free from his hands until he saw them crawling on the floor for mercy.

The same guarded man who always looked like he was calculating the weight of the world… now smiling like someone’s friendly neighborhood island guy? Is he trying to impress my friends? Does he like one of them? “We’re going snorkeling,” Tammarah said brightly. “Care to join us?” Thomas nodded without hesitation. “Sure.” What the— Was this some kind of prank? As we gathered our gear, I spotted Alianna hesitating by the fins. She picked one up, squinting at the size. “Here,” Thomas said, walking over and handing her a set of flippers and goggles. “Try these. They should fit better on narrow feet.”