Ducktales/ships Novels & Stories

The Derelict Draft The blue ship glided to a halt beside the reef, its wooden hull scraping against a massive, crystalline question mark that rose twenty feet out of the black water. The ship trapped in the ice was not an audit cutter or a Spire vessel. It was an ancient, double-decked galley built entirely from black slate, its oars frozen mid-stroke in the hardened ink of the reef. Its sails were made of heavy, yellowed parchment, completely covered in columns of fading red ink—the distinctive signature of an Internal Audit from the First Era. There was no life on the decks. The crew had been liquidated centuries ago, their bodies turned into smooth, grey statues of solid graphite that sat

She stumbled as gravity reasserted itself, Cain already steadying her, his hands shaking just enough that she felt it. The ship shuddered. Then it decloaked. Above the Dawlya world, the sky split. Draynor warships slid into visibility like titans emerging from shadow sleek, angular, bristling with restrained devastation. Dragon signatures flared across Dawlya sensors in blinding cascades. The waiting ship surged upward, joining formation. Avi turned, breath ragged. “Kael. Lees.” “They’re safe,” Cain said immediately, jaw tight. “Ghost extraction to Ashbarrie. Mikan ordered it the second the lattice flared.” She swallowed hard, nodding once.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

People cried in pain from Donoghue’s explosion, and people were falling as well. At that moment, thousands of boats a few miles away were slowly sailing in their direction. Those boat troops were arranged tidily. Leading them was a huge ship with a black flag flying over ten feet tall. There was a white shark logo on the flag with the words ‘Blood Shark’ printed on it. It was flying grandly when blown by the sea breeze. They were the Blood Shark Pirates. A muscular man was seated on the deck of the huge ship. It was the leader, Hidden Dragon. Behind him were the sexy Blood Sherlock Four Sisters.

While a lot of our people were skittish, and nervous … we made it a point for them both to meet all the people, and speak to them as much as possible. All the former Shadows were now helping us make money too, offering their services with training. It was a no brainer … with no overhead costs. It wasn’t like we were giving away any big secrets, defense is defense. We want to help our fellow packs as much as possible. Apparently Raul is also a very talented artist, and he’s been doing some portraits for famous vampires. One in particular, he did for one nearly as old as Godfrey brought him half a million dollars, and he donated most of it to us. We made excellent use of the money, and started

“It has been centuries since a dragon have ascended upon us, this is truly an honor.” “Hm? A red emperor, and an ignasius too?” Ombra said, sounding bored. “Would you be interested in that, young Dragon Blood?” he asked Johan. “Huh?” Johan sounded cornered, “Why me?!” Beside him, Dagon ruffled his wings and spat a ball of flame. “Ignite!” he shouted. “Hey stop that!” Johan scolded him as part of the front seat was charred, terrifying the driver.

Harry and I decided to sit on the sand and just stared at the sea which looked absolutely calm under this dim lit beach having the full moon only giving us light from above us. “You have to show me your tattoo on your ankles.” I begged. Harry chuckles, “Very persistent. One sec.” He pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight before focusing the light to his left foot. He begins to show me the outer side of his left ankle which said “BLUE” and then to the inner side of this left ankle which said “MOCKINGBIRD”. I gaped.

Ashr glanced over at the ship and grinned devilishly. "If it was once red then the previous owner was the Orion king, Sepharious. Is this truly his old craft? I know you can't legally disclose that information but, If you can prove that it is, I'll pay you double what you're asking," The dealer was befuddled and started wringing his hands. He was telling Ashr to come to the office to check out the ship's documentation. I waited outside when he went inside. I walked around the docked ships and looked more closely at the Phantom. I ran my hands across the smooth metal and marveled at the aerodynamic curve of its shape. It was built to slice seamlessly through the cosmos. I watched Ashr exiting

"We have a situation at the southern border outposts. Three hours ago, a fleet of dreadnoughts breached the southern mist-barrier of our territorial waters. They do not fly the banners of the southern rogue factions, nor do they carry the sigils of any known shifter pack on this continent." Aurelia stepped forward, her golden eyes narrowing. "Commander, describe their ships." "They're enormous, of petrified black mahogany, reinforced with crimson steel," Marcus reported, jaw clenched. "Their sails are pitch black, woven with blood-red crests depicting a serpent coiled around a eclipsed sun. They have dropped anchor in the Bay of Whispers, and their envoy is already marching up the King's Roa