Adventure Ships Novels & Stories

They were entirely blind to the fact that the physical space stretching between the ships and the shore was becoming a battlefield of its own, woven together by an ancient, aching destiny. I tightened my grip on my tattered cloak, forcing the glowing sigils in my eyes back into the dark recesses of my mind as the longship rolled heavily against the current. The wolves could take a week or a month to navigate the outer channels. It changed nothing. The shared fire had already awakened, and the long, grueling journey through the dark was only winding the wire tighter, pulling us toward an inevitable, devastating collision.

"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.

It was so noisy, and it sounded like there were a few ships approaching them. Mya was shocked and instantly jumped out of bed. She saw Adrian and Lincoln standing quietly on the deck while more than twenty ships surrounded NS Trinaga from all directions in a three-thousand-foot ring. These ships had Black Nergal’s flags on them. “They’re here at last,” Mya said upon witnessing the scene before her. This was the situation that she had feared. Yet, what was the point of being worried? It was upon them at last. She looked toward Adrian and asked, “What should we do?”

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

There were moon sized arks, on which most of the civilian population lived, worked, and eventually died; supply ships, which carried the raw material required to sustain the Armani; and three types of warships, including battle ships, destroyers, and fighters. The fleet had been traveling through space for more than a millennium and would continue forever. Or would it? The Facers, so named because of their desire to put an end to the journey and "face" the Shem, had become even more powerful of late, raising the possibility that things might change. Not that the Runners, who had ruled for so long, could be ignored.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

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.

"Once we step off this ship, everything becomes real." "It's already real," Amity replied, squeezing his fingers. "The ship was just our beginning, not our whole story." As they prepared to disembark, a ship's officer approached with an envelope bearing the Captain's seal. "Miss Jenkins, Mr Monroe, the Captain sends his compliments and this token of appreciation."