Charybdis Ship Novels & Stories

The difference between them as women couldn't be starker. Lymane had fainted and was sent to the Royal Medical Bureau. The envoys from other nations had originally been hoping to share in Wesselham's winnings. Now, seeing this outcome, they no longer dared challenge Nidora or eye its onyxite mines. Jocelyn had sustained injuries as well, but she didn't bother treating them. Instead, she walked straight up to the king to claim her reward. "Your Majesty, I have fulfilled my mission!" Mary seized the moment. "Your Majesty, Commander Jocelyn deserves a grand reward!"

that could fry a man’s nervous system before he saw the first wave. Jade and Caspian stood on the deck of the Acheron, a repurposed Dividend stealth-frigate that Aris Thorne had managed to keep hidden in a dry dock in New Jersey. The ship was a jagged silhouette of radar-absorbent carbon fiber, looking more like a shark made of obsidian than a vessel of mercy.

His striking looks were even more pronounced against the backdrop of the endless ocean. Lost in thought, Shawn's attention was abruptly pulled away by a sudden uproar from inside the ship. Distant shouts pierced the air. "Fire! There's a fire!" Shawn spun around as his aide rushed to him, panic-stricken. "Mr. Stewart! Disaster! The ship's been set ablaze!" Flames spread with frightening speed, and soon three ships were engulfed, their fiery glow reminiscent of a legendary battle where ships were chained and set on fire, then creating a fiery spectacle on the water's surface.

"Do it." I dived. One shot. Precise. The slug shattered the rudder control mechanism at the stern of the ship. The flagship groaned, its propellers spinning uselessly. It began to drift, turning in a slow, helpless circle. The other destroyers were dead in the water, their electronics fried. The fleet was paralyzed. "Attention, harbor," I broadcast on all channels. "This is Queen Marigold. Your ships are disabled. Your weapons are junk. Your Captain is a coward."

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

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

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

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.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" "Nothing, I'm fine. Do you have any new information about Darson?" She asked instead. "Yes. Uhm... The cargo shipped was abandoned in an island, and there were dead bodies found in the ship too. Darson, and another one of the crew was not one of those dead bodies, but they are not on tha island either." Charlie stated. It was obvious that he wanted to make it sound even just a little positive, but no matter how he put it, the information remains the same.