Ducktales/ships Novels & Stories

"Give them a target they can't hit!" Jace’s ship, the Ghost Whisper, vanished. Not into smoke, but into a literal fold in reality. Using the Shadow-Silk sails, his vessel became a translucent smudge against the turquoise sea, reappearing a mile to the left and unleashing a volley of obsidian bolts that tore through the leading edge of the swarm. "Thane, bring us about! Hard to port!" I roared. Thane slammed his weight against the helm, the Obsidian Wing groaning as its Eclipse-Glass prow sliced through the air. "Elora, they’re charging the Needle-Beams! If they hit the deck, the heat will melt the masts!"

We hear the roar of Thypon in the distance. ‘We must all go, now! ‘Towards the ships!’ Damon shouts. We shift into our wolves, and the little orcs and sprites are placed onto our backs. We race along the shoreline until we reach the docks where the ships are anchored. I look at Magnus as we see they have been destroyed. We shift back and cautiously approach. I notice a lot of movement in the water beyond the destroyed ships. ‘There’s something in the water,’ I say, pointing at the ripples.

Dante offered. What Daniel didn't pay much attention to was the huge ship which is docked just half a mile away from them. The ship has Dante's signature symbol, showing that it belongs to Dante. So Daniel didn't even imagine in his wildest dreams that Dante could repaint Daniel's ship in just 8 hours. That requires huge cranes and hell lot of man power. But Dante pulled it off with ease. "Can i search Montana as well?" Daniel requested. Dante was expecting that. So he didn't look surprised.

He thought that he might not be able to memorize the passages that would lead him back to the village of Malam. Meanwhile, in the middle of lawless waters, a ship was sailing quite casually. The ship flies a flag with a painting of dry twigs and roots, which is the symbol of the land of Shamo. On the expanded part of the sail, an inscription was clearly displayed that read: Guichuan Ship. Unmistakably, it was the ship belonging to the noble Feng Yaoshan that Shen Shen had boarded with the Red Bat group. The ship's destination, of course, was law-free land across the Juda river. It was also there that the center of the Red Bat organization was located.

It was something worse. It was recognition. Far beneath the ship’s mainframe, where diagnostic logs scrolled unseen, a single string of hidden code completed its loop: > SHADE_01: Connection confirmed. Anchor found. Awaiting signal.

It was the Sector's hope that once the Confederacy knew about the Shem, they would force the Armada to resume its nomadic ways - something that would make Sector 14 and the rest of her party very happy. Doug Douglas listened, nodded, and asked the obvious question. "It's my understanding that you have approximately five thousand ships, all under Facer control. In addition to that, your race fortified one of our planets. How would we force the Armada to leave?" The Thraki hoped there would be a way, but wasn't sure what it would be. The human looked at the Dodvalian. Understanding jumped the gap. Nothing was safe. Everything was at risk. Death roamed the stars, and, sooner rather than later,

The flagship’s pneumatic harpoons discharged with a twin, explosive boom, the moon-gem-tipped steel spikes ripping through the stern of the second retreating barge, disabling its steering chains and leaving it to drift helplessly onto the outer reefs of Port Valen. The secondary raid on the shipyards was broken. The port was scarred, the slipways black with charcoal, but the Core-Stones were safe, humming with a steady, quiet power deep within the flagship's hull. Natalia stood at the prow, her silver hair wild and wet with sea-spray as she looked out over the western horizon where the third copper barge was disappearing into the fog. Dmitry stepped beside her, his human form returning as hi

One Week Later The sleek and powerful destroyer slowly flew up and away from St. Jakque’s star harbor towers. She was joined by three corvettes, a dozen mecha, and a half dozen fighters. Emblazoned on each and every single one of the ships was the seal of the Corvus Republic - a black silhouette of a raven’s head, whose eye was bright purple and aggressively angled. Tens of thousands of people watched the nation-state from the star harbor’s observation decks, and cheered heartily for their success. They watched as it flew higher and higher into the sky, until they disappeared from sight altogether.

Ding Hao's pupils contracted. It was a battleship of the God's Palace Army. The black battleship was very aggressive like a shark swimming in the ocean. It quickly flew across the sky. When it got closer, one could see a black flag fluttering on the bow of the ship. The flag snapped in the void like an eagle. "It's the flag of the Moke Fleet from the God's Palace. This is the Moke Fleet!" "Oh heavens, it's actually the best guard camp of the God Emperor... Could it be that the God Emperor has personally come to battle?"

The enemy ship is gaining ground, the distance closing faster than they hoped. The flag is clearer now, the blood-red skull a chilling promise against the black. The ship is large, menacing, built for speed and violence. It cuts through the water with relentless purpose, the gap between them shrinking with each passing moment. As it draws closer, the name painted in crimson letters becomes visible: The Crimson Vengeance.