Captain Barnacles の小説・ストーリー

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in “Eli, you worthless whelp! Get yer scrawny arse up the mast!” Captain Black’s drunk voice boomed across the ship. Before I could even turn, I caught sight of him. Captain Black was a mountain of a man scarred and bearded, with a cock that he liked to wave around when he was deep in his cups. I’d seen it too many times..usually while he was rutting some poor captured wench against the rail before tossing her overboard.

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Describe him again. Every detail. Every scar." ​The captain swallowed hard, his voice shaking. "He was massive, Mr. Blackwood. Built like a mountain, but moved like a shadow. Scars across his knuckles, a jagged one near his temple. And his eyes... they were cold. Not like a thief's. Like a man who had already decided we were dead."

My knees had buckled beneath me, but I hung on, staring out over the water like it was the last thing I might ever see. "God's wounds! Who opened the bloody hatch?!" It was the captain, thundering towards me like a man on a mission. So no shift change then... the fucker just left me down there because... Well, fuck knows why. A sick joke? A power play? A— I retched again. This time, something came out... bitter yellow bile. The footsteps stopped beside me, but I couldn't bring myself to look up at him. Not yet. "It was me, Captain," a man replied casually somewhere behind me. "Mouse was complaining he heard ghosts in the hold. I had to show him there was no such thing. Then this one came tum

Captain Balendin rises to his feet and bangs his fists on the table. "... this meeting is adjourned because I already forgot what I was about to say." The Captain of Unit One one walks away from them and out of the room much to their surprise. "How is he a captain again", Commander Naukles says. "He is strong", Garrys states. They turn to Commander Barbie as she covers her face and start to mumble something inaudible. Clemens barks out, "If you don't get your sister under control I'm gonna beat her up."

He said, thrusting out a hand to the Captain. "Bart Wales," The man said, crushing Mark's hand in a fearsome grip. "Follow me, lad." As soon as his back was turned Mark massaged his hand and caught Jasmine grinning at him. She nodded with her head and they followed the Captain down the pier. As they neared the end Mark caught sight of a boat in the water, unlike any he'd seen before.

Barton shouted, "You think the commander kept her just to make a doll? It's because she's also a werewolf. If you don't listen to me, you'll regret it! Until I find the werewolf, you won't be the captain anymore." Because of Barton's insults and threats, the captain grabbed Barton's collar; his eyes were bloodshot with anger; he gritted his teeth and said: "Don't challenge me. You have the right to stand in my place if you bring the body of the werewolves you imagined to me."

The Captain chuckled, "Really? Well, that's quite a big rodent to deal with." "I think he might be coming for you," the other line mentioned. The Captain squinted as she realizes something. "Ah! It's a bad thing I am on vacation right now, I don't want to deal with some kind of rodents, would you be able to catch 'em?" Blanche heard the other line heave a sigh, "You're quite irritating, y'know?"