Crack Ships Novels & Stories

The churning whitecaps and masses of floating debris from the smashed up ship made it hard to see anything. “She must have fallen overboard somehow,” he said. “I’m going in after her.” He waved two nearby Seals over to him. The Seals were by far the best swimmers on the ship. Just as they reached his side, one of the huge mainmasts cracked in half and came crashing down, splintering one of the wooden lifeboats and smashing into the side of the ship less than twenty feet from where they all stood. Water streamed in through the wide crack that resulted. It was becoming clear that whether the kraken resumed its attack or not, the Star of India was doomed. Ignoring the damage for a moment, the c

The world I had been t rapped in didn't just crack. It shattered.

I try to scream, but my throat is packed tight with shredded transit logs. I need to hit the kill switch. If I hit the switch, the container opens. But my arms are dead weight, paralyzed at my sides. Above me, the tally counter isn't a digital display. It’s a massive, rusted iron gear grinding the numbers into place. It doesn't tick. It drops like an anvil as each number appears. Forty-seven thousand. CRACK. Eight hundred. CRACK. Twelve. The vibration shatters my teeth. The ceiling caves in, heavy lumber falling down to bury me-

For a moment, the radar signal stayed stable. Then warning signals appeared. Victor read them aloud. “External hull stress detected.” Emma leaned closer. “Is it breaking?” Victor zoomed the image. On the underwater camera feed, cracks began forming across the carrier’s outer armor. Daniel pointed at the screen. “Look at that!” Another shockwave hit the ship. Large metal plates bent inward. Explosions erupted along the carrier’s surface as systems failed. Sophia whispered, “Even Leviathan-class ships have limits.” Victor suddenly shouted,

Through her spyglass, the scene at the shipyards was a vision of absolute ruin. Three massive, copper-plated Draconian war-barges had bypassed the outer reef guards entirely, using the Dawn-Gild's leaked coordinates to slam their white-hot reptilian prows directly into the grand merchant vaults. The dry-docks where the secondary hull lines of the Royal Navy were being laid down were already ablaze, the seasoned northern pine timbers turning into lines of running charcoal under the pressure of the Saurian Janissaries' magma-weapons.

​The Respiration didn't land so much as it anchored itself into the sea, its massive, barnacled hull groaning as it settled against the basalt pedestal of the spire. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—sections of sleek Sterling "White-Steel" welded to rusted industrial scavenge and draped in a hardy, vacuum-resistant strain of Whisper-Moss that glowed with a sickly, pale violet light.

Cracks actually appeared in the two-story building! The Malian navy ships that were floating on the sea were clearly sinking slowly. Cracks that were several feet deep had appeared across several decks. Caine had been standing opposite Sebastian, and he felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. He landed on the ground in an instant, forming a one-foot-deep depression beneath him. Horatio looked on in disbelief. He was dumbstruck. He wasn't the only one. Even the people on Dramon's military ships were looking up at the sky in fear.

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

I explain. “What exactly are we trying to do here? I can barely see the fracture. It almost looks like a whisp of cloud,” Josie says. “Yes, it is much more subtle here, it's nothing like it is on the other side. That's why it has been so difficult to find,” Deacon adds. “I wonder why that is, but it doesn't really matter. That whisp you see shouldn't be there, you need to open it. Imagine it like a large sheet of ice that's blocking your way. Start chipping away at the crack in the ice until it's all gone,”

It is magic so condensed that it takes the form of a needle–small but very sharp. The barrier resists me and makes a weird puffing sound. The sheer magic pushes me away from it. But with Klevon behind me, I have no fear of being blown away. And then, there it is… small cracks that start from the area that I pierced with my condensed magic. The fissures continue until the entire barrier that surrounds the ship shatters.