Bungou Stray Dogs Ships Novels & Stories

Are you saying it's yours? Evan shrugged. "Unfortunately, yes. It's mine." James instinctively shook his head in disbelief. Staring at me, he begged, "Mel, tell me he's lying. He's not telling the truth, is he? Say something!" I looked down at him coldly. My voice was devoid of any warmth. "James, two days ago, you and Sally were fooling around in the car and left behind a used condom. I still have Sally's lost earring in my bag.

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

At least that’s something my heart wants. Suddenly my eyes caught something and I turned my head right. “That boat over there is pretty big.” I said pointing at the boat just approaching their port. “Something is wrong guys, as far as I know, the boats they have are not small, but they shouldn’t be that big either.” August said and looked deep in thought. I know right. since they are nothing but bandits or thugs or whatever, if they have boats, their boats should focus more on speed. “Look over there Dumeny, looks like they are trying to put those luggage on the ship.” August pointed out at the small cargo of luggage going towards the direction of the ship while the other guys were dismantli

"Well. That was a mess." Damien winced. "Not over yet." Lena moved. In the distance, there was a flash of lights. Black SUVs waiting for them. Lena's heart tightened. There was no escape. Then Noah said, "There's one." They looked at him. He nodded past the docks. A cargo ship loomed in the distance, preparing to leave port. Its engines roared, its hull looming like a giant over the black. Lena understood in an instant. Damien frowned. "You want to stow away on that monstrosity?"

There was a queue of vampires and blood slaves, clutching their possessions to their chests and arguing for entry. “We saw a ship enter!” A man declared. “A ship flying Estrean flags. We want to buy passage.” “It is a merchant ship,” the guard replied wearily. “We do not know if the ship is taking passengers, and if it is, it cannot possibly take you all. It probably wants to fill it’s holds with cargo not people. There is no point to this, we cannot allow you within. The docks cannot take so many, they are damaged, and you would overwhelm the ship. Few enough bother with the journey anymore, we don’t want to scare those that do make it off, do we?”

“I’m already here, so what’s the point of me staying back? I’m going with you. You don’t have to worry about me. My survival is no longer important,” said Lincoln. Adrian did not push it after failing to persuade Lincoln. Soon, NS Trinaga dropped its anchor on a shallow beach. Adrian, Mya, and Lincoln got into an inflated boat that they rowed toward Isle 416. There was an intense stench radiating from the surface of the sea. Corpses and rotten ships could be seen everywhere. These ships were extremely quiet. Even corpses were spotted on these ships.

During one of their first few nights in the vast open water, Nero saw, or imagined he saw, a vessel standing for them under a press of sail, as though it would run them down. Luna in particular affirmed that it was the ship that once sank due to a storm, and that it must certainly be it, or at least it was its the apparition. According from what she heard, there was once a ship that was lost off the {Cape of Good Hope, change the name}, and every soul on board perished. Wasting no time, the cats approached their masters to report this sighting. As they ran as fast as their four stubby legs could take them, they cried to their fellow members.

They milled about looking as vagrant and disreputable as a gang of Calcutta beggars. He steered the helm hard astarboard to avoid ramming the gate. Immediately a loud clunk-clunk-clunk rose from below. The tug slowed. He tried increasing the throttle. Gears ground, stopped. Jammed! Something—sheep’s carcass, bogle—had fouled the propeller. The Mary Belle was adrift. As the tug slid past the lock, close enough to look into the dead eyes of the bogles, two of the creatures turned and walked straight for the boat, dropping off the platform and splashing into the water as if expecting to walk onto the tug.

It would not do for buyers to see bodies in the hold. Conditions improved somewhat when the ship had been attacked by Hares and taken from the toms who had run it. The Hares had shown more care for the no-furs. They were still property to be bought and sold, but at least they were treated as valuable property. Deformed and worthless as he was, the Hares allowed Agent to stay on the ship to help care for the merchandise. He was smart and learned quickly. Some of the no-furs responded better to one of their own than the strange creatures with long ears and sharp teeth.

The digital alert on Elena Rossi's tablet flashed crimson, displaying a high-resolution satellite radar feed of the Strait of Messina. Three dark, unflagged gunboats circled the northern entrance of the channel, blocking the deepwater transit lane as the seventy-thousand-ton container vessel Ligurian Monarch approached the strait under reduced throttle. Sea spray flew from the bows of the pirate craft as they cut across the commercial shipping corridor. High-resolution telemetry showed five-inch deck guns mounted on the bows of the blockade boats.