Adventure Ships Novels & Stories

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

Many companies, shipowners, and practitioners in the ocean shipping field could not wait to see who would finally have the last laugh amongst the two parties. At the same time, on the waters of the Gulf of Aden, the Blue Shark was driving at full speed toward the Red Sea. The several soldiers from Ten Thousand Armies who were on the cargo ship had also escorted the six disarmed pirates to the deck. At this time, the six pirates were all completely unaware of the impending catastrophe. On the contrary, they looked very dissatisfied and defiant, and they were all staring, almost as if they were ready to rush up to fight the soldiers from Ten Thousand Armies at any time.

Doreon The port of the city where they had arrived, after days of walking, was full of ships departing and even offshore. Doreon looked at the surface of the open sea and all he could see were hundreds and hundreds of ships of different sizes. Some were gigantic, capable of carrying hundreds of people, others had compartments to transport animals. The sails were colorful. Some were green, like the banners of Haefest, others were gold, like the banners of Aeris, still others blue like those of Locrand and in the distance Doreon could also see some white and gray sails like Devian's sigil of arms.

Adrian stood on the deck and looked ahead. Then, he leaped into the sea. One of the large ships was brightly lit. It was at the backmost position and it was the command center of the enemies. These ships were carrying Black Nergal’s banner, instantly revealing them as Black Nergal’s members.

He said, squeezing her. Morgan inhaled and nodded knowing he was right. “Come Ariadne let go light the candle.” Morgan said, scooping her daughter up. Claire made her way down the path toward Adriane’s Crown. The ship was a beautiful cherry-colored wood and just like The Morning Star had eteches of gold detail throughout it. Gavin took pride in the small detail of his ships. The sails were enormous and brilliantly white. The top mass held the flag, a simple crown surrounded by stars. The Queen’s flag flew in the back corner of the ship letting others know that the ship was protected by the Queen. Gavin and Morgan had done well for themself and for the past few years had a contract with the q

POV EMMA BELLE From the misty veil of the Western Ocean, a fleet emerged. These were not the elegant, wooden galleons of the Southern merchants or the rugged longships of the North. They were monstrosities of dark, riveted iron. They belched thick, black smoke from towering chimneys, and their hulls sliced through the waves with a mechanical indifference that made the very water seem to recoil. At the head of the fleet was the Dreadnought, a leviathan of steel that bore the sigil of a gear entwined with a broken lightning bolt.

They close their eyes to the onion. The port was as crowded as Davos had ever known it. Every dock teemed with sailors loading provisions, and every inn was packed with soldiers dicing or drinking or looking for a whore . . . a vain search, since Stannis permitted none on his island. Ships lined the strand; war galleys and fishing vessels, stout carracks and fat-bottomed cogs. The best berths had been taken by the largest vessels: Stannis's flagship Fury rocking between Lord Steffon and Stag of the Sea, Lord Velaryon's silver-hulled Pride of Driftmark and her three sisters, Lord Celtigar's ornate Red Claw, the ponderous Swordfish with her long iron prow. Out to sea at anchor rode Salladhor S

"The kind that acknowledge our children are more formidable than either of us anticipated." "We've also acknowledged," Richard added with grudging respect, "that our rivalry has perhaps... outlived its usefulness." Emma smiled at her husband's diplomatic phrasing. "What they're trying to say is that they've agreed to explore a strategic partnership." Jake blinked in surprise. "A partnership? Between Monroe Shipping and Jenkins-Whitmore Industries?" "A limited one," Miles clarified quickly. "Focused on the Pacific expansion. Your father has the infrastructure we need, and we have shipping routes he wants to access."

I would argue that without the wind, the sea would have remained calm and the ships would not have crashed. In the end, it worked out that she prefers the treasures on the ships themselves, while I prefer the treasure of the ships masts or the parts of the ships that identify them. Some of my ships date back to the 1100’s and would be worth millions, if not billions of dollars, in the human world. Ishir walks to the wall where the pieces of my ships are iced in, like pictures hanging on the wall. “The White Ship?” Ishir says reverently, looking at the piece of the ship I found with the name still intact. He turns and looks at me stunned.

So that night Audrey and Niccoli teased their cats about ghost ships and tall tales and wild dreams. The next day, just as when they were about to reach Shamrock, they will see this ship again. Apparently, everyone that had been to Shamrock does. During their voyage, Audrey's ship was assailed by a violent tempest and as though Lady Luck was not fond of them at that time, the ship foundered nearly in the same latitude. With their ship damaged by the storm, the group was bound to remain floating in the water.