Romans & histoires Post Captain

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" The captain looked up, his face grim. "Chloe Greene," he continued, his voice devoid of emotion. An even longer silence. Liam was growing anxious. "Sir, is there an issue? I'm an Alpha, and she's one of the few omegas left. Our ratings should be top-tier." Captain Chris closed the datapad. He glanced at me, then turned his icy gaze on Liam and Chloe. "I'm sorry." Two words, like a bolt of lightning.

Mangey and I arrive back at the Deepsea Metro, with supplies and holding the Captain. “Inkcanius you’re back” said Cetrion. “Back from my supply run, also I just bump into The Captain AKA Agent 3, she was ensnared by Corona but I beat her” I said, laying her down on a makeshift bed. Cetrion began to heal The Captain “it will take time, but we are getting there” said Cetrion.

The man turned, irritation flashing across his face until recognition replaced it. “Well I’ll be damned,” the captain muttered. “If it isn’t the street rat.” Sachin grinned. “Still breathing, I see.” The captain’s eyes shifted to Elaina and Drake. “And who are these?” “Friends,” Sachin replied evenly. “They need passage... a quiet passage.” The captain crossed his arms. “You know that requires quiet costs.” “I know,” Sachin said. “But you owe me.” The captain’s brows lifted. “Do I?”

“Hello, Nathan. Nice to hear your voice too.” “I wish I could say the same, but that’s never going to happen because the next time we ever interact will be when you and your troop are behind bars.” “That is where you are mistaken because the only thing that will happen is that you will assist your companion and use that degree of yours for a good cause.” The Captain snarled. “What exactly do you mean?” Nathan inquired while Jim listened intently to their discussion. “Open the link of the image that we have sent you.” Jim followed the Captain’s instructions.

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

As if he forgot something, he trails his hand over his head, "I'm really sorry, I failed to introduce myself. I'm Captain Charlie." He smiles as he says this, this amuses me. "Captain in a boat? Sorry, I'm not abusing your hustle!" I say with a chuckle. We have fallen into the hands of a funny Sailor, we wouldn't be bored throughout the journey. I was scared that if we would get into the hands of someone who sees his only job as sailing, that would be quite boring. My eyes leave Charlie and Dustin, go to the boat, which is high-tech designed, then to the large water body which lays still, the green fields and plants at strategic positions on this creek, makes the environment so serene.

In the afternoon, after their cheerless and tasteless brunch, the captain came down to the brig to grace them with his presence. Aki was right, the four most important people on the ship were: Captain Fang, the Dark Emperor, Kosano and Yuriko; in that order. But because they were pirates, it was easy to imagine incessant politicking among the last three.

“How exactly are things going with you?” Belle felt her stomach twist. She knew her father wasn’t asking out of idle curiosity. There was an edge to his voice, a challenge hidden behind the words. Noah met Mikhail’s gaze, his expression unreadable. “Things are going well, sir. Work’s been keeping me busy, but Belle and I are managing fine.” Mikhail leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his sharp eyes locking onto Noah. “So, Noah,” he began, his tone casual but carrying a hint of tension. “Still balancing your role as trustee and professor, huh? Quite a responsibility.”

My condition couldn't handle the amount. I spilled the water out of the blue. "It's salty!" Haiban takes the glass from my hand and enchants it. "You're not good with visitors as always, captain," he teases, then gives me the glass with purified water in it. "You," the captain leans his elbows on his table, "brought a woman with you. What do you need to talk about with me?" he asked. His cold sharp eyes and the monotone are so unwelcoming unlike his laughter while slaughtering his people a while ago. What a psycho.

I asked. The captain raised a brow. “That information is classified.” “We’re not asking for the blueprints of your building,” I said. “Just his name.” Cole leaned in. “We won’t make a scene. We won’t cause trouble. This isn’t about anything dramatic. It’s about giving his daughter peace.” The captain looked at us like he was deciding if we were idiots or troublemakers—or both. Ryder added quietly, “Please.” Something in the captain’s face cracked—not sympathy, just tiredness.