Boat Scene 365 Days Novels & Stories

"- eventually." As the boat continued its way in a straight line, the sky was a shade of pink, the clouds were blending into orange as the sun slowly vanished from sight, and the next moment the sky was massed with shimmering stars as the moon rose up as the obvious source. June and Matthew were sitting down by the side of the ship as less men on the ship disappeared through the door that led into the deck. Only a five to ten men were still outside, probably enjoying their last minute moment before they head inside to rest. June and Matthew were seeming like their moment could last all night. But Matthew was starting to have trouble keeping his eyes open. "Should we get some rest?' June said

It was a dark and stormy night. The kids stayed home, until the storm was over with. The Following Day.. .. The wheatear was nice and warm, some people return to work, and kids returned to school. Someone decided to go beach to cool down and clear their mind. But what that person fond was terrible, horrible, shocking, nearly fainted from that sight.

The distance I had walked had not been particularly far but I had taken my time by wandering down to the shoreline and dipping my toes in the frigid water, collecting shells and generally just staring out the sailboats on the horizon. Grabbing a table on the edge of the aptly named Urban Reef’s deck I settled in for the long haul. Over the last couple of hours, I have spent my time munching on gorgeous food, people-watching and eventually immersing myself in an e-book while the sun shone down on me. Thank heavens though for the large umbrellas otherwise my usually pale skin would be bright pink by now. A shadow falls across me and I glance up expecting the waiter who I had asked to bring ove

Time passed quickly. A few days passed. Adrian, Mya, and Lincoln had already spent three full days out on the Sant Sea. NS Trinaga cruised forward in the direction of its destination. Sea conditions constantly changed in the past three days and the ship had encountered some small storms but thankfully, the waves died down after the storm. Mya stood on the deck and looked out into the sea in the distance. She turned her head and said to Adrian, “There’s still an hour to go. We’ll be leaving our waters soon and arriving at the international waters. I hope everything will be fine!”

His eyes were fixed on water , watching the worker signaling and opening up the robes of the ship anchor . He straighten his feet a bit , making her waist leaning more on the edge of the sea . Clearly she is an acrophobic and don't wanted to look outside if the ship . The ship was fully packed , people were gathering like ants and there wasn't enough space to breathe , rather than stand . Luckily they got on the ship before people got inside so all the 4 went to the corner . Brian and Theodore were standing on the left and right, were the couple are standing protecting their responsibility more like a headache, as Timothy says .

I look back at the couple embracing as they watch the final flames extinguish as the boat sinks into the waves. “Yes, I guess She did.”

Marty graveled. “Good, go on.” Jonah said dismissing him. David cleared his throat from behind Jonah. Jonah glanced back at him seeing him still leaning against the wall. Jonah went to stand by him, his pain tolerance reaching his point now. “So Captain we’ve got thirty minutes till doomsday.” Daivd smirked at him. “Aye, get to the helm first mate.” Jonah said, nudging him. “First-’ “Oh don't argue, just go steer the damn ship while I pull myself together.” Jonah groaned at him.

Rose’s POV I think it’s been three days of sailing. Three of the worst days of my life. Not because I was beaten or chained—no. In fact, everyone on the ship treated me like a princess, addressing me as Luna, bowing their heads, smiling at me with reverence. And every single time they said that title, my stomach twisted, bile burning my throat.

It is the date when Jade and Isaac promised to each other that they would watch each other’s back forever. ***** [Somewhere On The Sea] Bright is freezing from the cold breeze of air in the waters, but he just pulled the blanket closer to his body to warm himself. The only thing giving them heat is the small lamp that has a small flame inside. It works the same as their light. But the truth is he can't really see anything in the waters. It’s pitch black. It makes him question how could the man sailing the boat see through that. He wonders if he chose the right decision.

"The maid is dead. I'm going back as the owner." Sarah took a sharp turn, the tires screaming. Ahead of us, the gold-plated revolving doors of the Harrington Flagship Hotel glowed like a beacon in the storm. "One hundred and seventy-nine days left," I whispered to the darkness. "But I think we only need tonight."