Blackness Marine Novels & Stories

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“Yes I am” “Oh”, Dragomir said, his eyes trailing to his chest region, the man had fat breasts, “Okay” Raisel let out a small chuckle, unable to hold it in again. “Something funny miss?”, Dickard bellowed out. Raisel cleared her throat, “None at all” “What do you want?”, he asked. “We are yet to pay for our tickets, on board your ship”, Dragomir answered. “Well the Black Hollow is on a voyage to the western coast seas”, Boobs explained.

Black The Origin Chapter 28: Betrayal (2) A few hours earlier... "Nerom? Why are?" Amari still can't believe it and left standing won't be able to move an inch. "No more question. This is your trial." There is even no faint of mercy in his voice. He draws his sword pointing in Mari's direction. The Black Beast Sword was pointing at her. It was a relic given by King-Rank Swordsman. To think that his master's sword will be pointing at her is something she would never imagine.

You are lost in the bliss of your creative imagination as you notice that the sea is created a roll of cyan-blue, the clouds or what little there are, are truffle white, and the hazy horizons is bathed in the purplish-black glow. You notice that the rocks are like indented slabs of black marble, still glistening with the afterglow of the high tide. The anemones that stick to them are a peaceful, monk-brown and the seaweed gleams in velvet-green. The symphony of sand-song returns to the ears as the noisy marauders disappear into the distance. You can feel the zingy sting of salt in your eyes and you will never know if it is the sea spray or tears.

He walked out of the cabin and was about to take over the task of steering the boat from Eira when water lapping sounds started coming from nearby at that moment. “Swoosh!” The seawater’s sounds were strange. Ambrose subconsciously looked to the sea. He was instantly stunned as what he saw made him shudder and gasped! Uh…uh… At that moment, Ambrose’s jaw dropped as he thought he was hallucinating. He then rubbed his eyes with a face full of shock! He saw thousands of sailing ships majestically sailing nearby on the sea. It was indeed more than a thousand of them! Those sailing ships were flying a black flag with a white shark embroidered on it. The contrast of the black and white was jarring

Slowly, the muscles in his jaw tightened, a low, barely audible growl vibrating in the back of his throat. "What is it?" I asked, a sudden, cold prickle of apprehension sliding down my spine. "The western shipping lanes," Silas muttered, handing the parchment to Marcus. "Three merchant vessels carrying the winter grain supplies from the free territories have vanished in the Blackwater Sea. No wreckage, no survivors. The port authority thinks it’s pirates from the outer islands, but the scouts found something else on the shore near the last known coordinates." Marcus looked up from the letter, his expression grim. "They found a fractured hull piece, Alpha. It was scorched with a specialized,

His dark eyes looked down at me with concern. "Hold onto the center console " Marcus grunted. He struck the rubber ignition buttons on the dashboard. Vroom! The twin engines roared to life. The boat lunged out of the slipway like an arrow shot from a bow slamming violently against the waves. Thwack! Thwack! The freezing spray slammed over the windshield hitting my face like ice. It washed away the soot from my cheeks.. My mind was stuck on my mother. BENSON-01. The key that had unlocked a black-market network. It didn't make sense.

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

Heavy boots were hitting the roof. "Marcus!" Lucian barked into his localized radio. "Report! I thought the island was a Dead Zone!" "It is, sir!" Marcus’s voice was strained over the static. "But they aren't using GPS. They’re using thermal imaging and old-school paratrooper drops. They’re not D’Amici, Lucian. The insignias... they’re Black-Shield." Lucian’s face went pale. Black-Shield wasn't a family; it was a private military corporation funded by a conglomerate of the Five Families' "Shadow Shareholders."