Why Is Garp Not An Admiral Novels & Stories

“Are things settled?” Garth asked coldly. Mac breathed heavily and said, “Mr. Santos, the subordinates are being a little disobedient. I’m going there in person. Don't worry, I’ll take care of it!” Hearing that, Garth frowned and said, “Okay, give me the address. I’ll handle it personally.” Instantly, Mac was dumbfounded! The grand commander wanted to deal with it personally! This was getting serious! How many grand commanders were there in the country? Which one of them was not a hero who had shed blood on the battlefield and carved a name in history?

"Rest assured. I won't be reckless upon the mere mentioning of His Majesty. I apologize for being so reckless." Even though General Cairo has playful, profound, and frisky behavior, he knew when to be humorless and earnest which is why he is one of the respected generals. I am still in doubt as to why he is not being promoted to be a fleet admiral. It is a shame but I heard rumors that he politely declined of being promoted for some reason. "I need to go. I need to arrive there before the said time." He turned at me. "Commander, I would like to ask you to be my escort."

Well… he could not beat a grandmaster! Kayson was just saying that. It was not like he was really upset about it. Campian continued hastily. “Uh, Mr. Yarde, our captain’s injury…” “I’m not free for the time being. We’ll talk about it soon,” Kayson responded in passing. Campian chuckled wryly. Everyone revered the Admiralporium, yet it meant nothing to Kayson.

It was addressed to Vice Commander Garrett Soren, Stellan's sworn rival in the ranks. I could handle the people and affairs within the estate easily enough, but Stellan was a seasoned battlefield commander with loyal men scattered throughout the army. If he had left contingencies in place, I could not afford to be caught off guard. That afternoon, Garrett arrived at my invitation. "I'm not sure what could be so urgent that the general's wife needs to see me personally." He offered me a perfunctory bow, and his tone was far from warm. I did not take it personally.

Well… he could not beat a grandmaster! Kayson was just saying that. It was not like he was really upset about it. Campian continued hastily. “Uh, Mr. Yarde, our captain’s injury…” “I’m not free for the time being. We’ll talk about it soon,” Kayson responded in passing. Campian chuckled wryly. Everyone revered the Admiralporium, yet it meant nothing to Kayson.

Hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning the shelves, the décor, the bottle of scotch on the cocktail counter, like he was searching for something to own, or destroy. The nerve on this guy…Injures one of my commanders, vanishes, then strolls in through the front door like it was happy hour. Adam was outside the door with a few of my guys, keeping a watch on their crew. Garry didn’t come alone, he brought four of his men, probably thinking they could flex muscle on my turf. It was enough to be annoying, but not enough to be a threat. "We didn’t come to stir trouble," Garry cleared his throat and leaned forward, his palms flat on my desk. "This thing between our people…it's gotten messy, Raphaë

“I think you’re like a second Yamatoto.” Adolf chuckled in genuine delight because he knew who Javier was referring to—the admiral of Yuzuia and the mastermind of the ambush on Nacre Harbor and Battle of Equipoint. That was even more a gambler of fate. Before becoming the admiral, he had even dared tell the emperor back then, “If you dare give me a year, I’ll win you an aircraft carrier.” He had been gambling, but he got famous from the ambush on Nacre Harbor. Many people knew this as classic films had used that scene countless times.

“So it’s a battle of semantics, then. Fine. You know, all you’re doing is sacrificing your people to… your own defenses.” The admiral’s eyes narrowed just for a moment. Irritation and frustration swept through him at the reality of his situation. No matter what, they were ultimately at a loss. “In case you didn’t realize we Gerveaux designed those defenses, and we know how to get around ‘em,” the admiral replied. “More than that, it doesn’t change our purpose - to eject you out of it.” The grizzled old man simply laughed heartily, as though what he had heard was the best joke he’d heard in his entire life.

He was just pretending not to know. I took a deep breath and used the very last bit of patience I had to explain it to him. “Felix, you said it yourself that Grace is the woman you love most. You said I stole her place as the admiral’s wife. You said Maple was obedient and well-behaved, and that you wanted to be her father. You were also the one who forced me to answer those ridiculous military questions, which led to our child’s death and nearly cost me my life.