Deltarune Ships Novels & Stories

Not from the predator. It was a hum. A single, resonant, harmonious note. A ship dropped out of a jump directly between us and the void-predator. It was the vessel we had seen once before, the one woven from a basket of light. Elara's ship. But it was not alone. Flanking it were a dozen other vessels—Kael's Stalwart Friend, now scarred and battle-hardened, and others we recognized from the freed worlds. Ships of crystal, of living wood, of solidified sound. The First Chapter.

The harbor was full of life, more people than Shadow had ever seen moving about the sturdy piers, chattering loudly and shouting amongst one another in one official language of the novel. However, their clothes varied from man to man to indicate their different backgrounds. Shadow stared into the distance while the rest of her people unloaded all the equipment that they brought. The possibility that the enemies were nearby was higher but no one cared enough to look around. That was because, opposite her battleship stood a ship with a figurehead that resembled some dolphin or whatever, rearing and throwing its head back. And some other ships that she couldn’t care about. “I can tell that they

The second woman was almost weeping in her gratitude. “I have twenty-three ships,” he said. “Five more are permanently mapping the waters and following large rivers, so twenty-three, but only six are due back anytime soon,” he drew in and released a breath. “And there is the added problem in that Meguitte in on board of one of the ships.” He looked up. “We will come,” he told them. “And we will give what aid we can.”

“According to scouts, the Kraken is controlling them and forcing them to come here. They aren’t equipped at all aside from those that already are. Seems like this force was hastily put together, or not actually put together at all.” “By the gods. This is a much worse situation than when the Scarlett Army attacked. We don’t want to kill our people and that would be troublesome to deal with.” “Not only that, sire, there is also an armada of 50 ships coming in from the north. From their flagship, it’s the Red Eye Pirates.” Hardy added to his report. “50?! I thought they had only 20. When did they gain such numbers?” “We suspect that they joined forces with other pirate crews. The Merman, Fishma

Quill's POV “The Shadow Clan has taken your girls in their ship,” Narok started. “And that ship that is called the Crimson Tide. It rarely stays in port for more than two days before disappearing into the sea once more.” “This means that we need to act fast if we are going to have any hope of catching up with the ship,” I told Alpha Robert. I listened carefully to Narok's words, making sure to commit them to memory. “Finally! We have something to work with,” Sir said as we kept listening to Narok.

"We're not trying to ship merchandise—we're talking about donations. The ships would be inspected before departure, by whoever you choose. We wouldn't interfere. And I guarantee, they would not pollute the river." "Donations?" Omar asked, suspicious. And Runi didn't know why, but something twisted inside her—a wave of nausea that hit hard. She clenched her hands tightly, digging her nails into her palms to stay focused, but her eyes lingered on one of the men as he spoke. It was the first time in months she'd felt a strange sense of familiarity with someone.

​Ibrahim stood near the bow of the lead vessel, his indigo robes fluttering around his shins as he spoke in low, measured tones with the fleet captain—an old salt-trader whose eyes were sharp and clear behind a web of weathered wrinkles. ​"The Vane naval cutters have established a blockade around the main deep-water harbor," Ibrahim said, stepping back onto the pier as he gestured toward the open horizon. "They are scanning for steel hulls and high-frequency transponders. But these shallow-draft canoes can navigate the mangrove creeks where their deep rudders will run aground on the mudbars. The corporation built a cage for ships, but the delta belongs to the canoes."

Termâs could hear the cries of survivors but there was little he could do. “Doesn’t a rough sea mean a slow pace?” “Well, Saron, my men are rowing as fast as they can.” Erwaith looked out at the high foaming whitecaps that surrounded them. His white hair flew around wildly in the strong north winds. Careath was still within view but disappearing quickly. His fleet was made up of forty ships with roughly four thousand armed men. The Silver Hawk was by far the largest and was in the lead. The coast of Myrmidar was bleak and lifeless; even the usual animals were noticeably missing. Erwaith and Saron could see smoke to their northeast in the direction of Dymor.

After a while, he just gave up on this and switched his thoughts to other things, like how the design for the armor that's going to be worn by the elves will look. A lot of interesting designs flashed through his mind when thinking of this, prompting him to let out a small laugh. For those who passed by the captain's cabin and heard this, they felt a chill run down their spines. Of course, Kirou was ignorant of this and even if he knew, he would just laugh it off and go about his own business. ******* Roughly half a day later, three fully loaded ships docked on the northwestern section of the Southern Continent. This area lacked a proper harbor and dock for the ships to utilize, so they had