Captain Archibald の小説・ストーリー

If this was an enemy, then that would be him directly signing his death warrant. The captain chuckled on seeing his stubborn silence as he stood up. “Ok, there is no need for knowing that information. My name is Captain Vladimir. Despite the irritating feeling it brings me, I respect the fact that you still know the soldier basics even when in a completely strange territory.” “I am the overall leader of this fleet. On a normal basis, I would have kept you as an exotic miner to help the miners, but my fleet is not in a favorable position right now.” “As you may have already discovered if you are perceptive enough, we suffered a huge loss recently from a large battle. Though we emerged safely,

In their opinion, Captain Styles was nothing but a benevolent host. However, what they failed to consider was the fact that Captain was not the only person out there to man a ghost ship. In fact, it was only after his clarification that the group came to realize it. “Well, I am sorry to break you this, but a captain with that reputation indeed existed in these very waters. He was named, Alec Romanov.” He said to clear up the confusion.

Arthur shouted face to face on the captain. Horrified, the captain suddenly dropped to his knees. Speechless on what he had just heard. He was just a newly assigned captain for the 12th squadron who guards the army on a marquess's domain further to the south west of the kingdom, which was near the Gluttire Forest. Most of the Captains were already informed through investigation in the selected few that Arthur had chosen.

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

“What does a vampire look like? Do they look like—” “Don’t,” Kailin warned with a finger pointed at her. “Please don’t say, Stephan or Damon?” “I was about to say, Edward.” Nirvana made a dreamy-look face before they both giggled like high school girls. “You, two, we have guests.” After they apologized and behaved properly, I turned to Zarah. “Where is this Archibald, the vampire?” “He’s in Cumbria, England.” “So he had the dagger?” “No. The dagger is probably buried in his property. In his Castle.”

"He's the military captain from Birkham, Nash York!" "The Third Prince is actually Nash York!!"

the one I had earlier thought to be the captain noted as he placed his palm on Nate’s thigh, that creeped me out, but Nate didn’t seem at all affected by it, in fact, he smiled. I wanted to puke, but I had to hold it all together. “If you’d sent someone else, I’m sure I wouldn’t be here, I’m Captain Morgan, and this is my wife, Olivia, and my right-hand man, Paul,” he introduced and I smiled and nodded at him. “I’m alpha Caleb, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said and he smiled back at me. Alpha Sonya and Alpha Centry came back in and took their seat by my side while Derek came in last.

I watched the exact moment the words registered, watched the confusion in his eyes morph into a devastating, quiet hurt as he realized what I was doing. His throat swallowed hard, his chin tilting up in that defiant way he always did when he was trying not to break, and he gave me a single, stiff nod. "Got it, Captain," he whispered, his voice trembling just a fraction before he stood up and walked past me, leaving me standing in the hallway with my hands clenched in my pockets, feeling like the biggest coward in the world.

I asked once again, “Captain, what’s going on? What happened to him?” “His Majesty broke his arm. It must have happened when he was dragged along with his horse,” the captain replied as he took off his coat. He continued, “Right now, there is not much that we can do about it. All we can do is to prevent it from becoming worse than what it is now.”

The words fall from my lips before I have time to consider them, but to my relief the Captain just laughs, pleased. “Not with the other professors,” he says quietly. “With some old friends who have a stake in the Academy itself. Though I do admit,” he says, cocking his head a little, “I was surprised when your Uncle Roger didn’t take the opportunity to bet on his own nephew. Didn’t comment at all when he saw your name on the list of Marksman cadets.” I do my very best to keep all emotion off my face as the Captain studies me, and I wonder again how much he knows.