Ferry Granblue Novels & Stories

“Shit.” I moved toward the table, fingers trembling when I lifted the top sheet of paper. Emma’s handwriting. Wobbly E. Backward M. A tiny blue anchor drawn carefully beside what looked like a triangle at first glance. But it wasn’t a triangle. It was a bow. A ferry bow. Water lines beneath it. A message from my daughter. I snapped a photo and sent it to Stella. Her response pinged immediately. Ferry terminal. The service corridor connects the cold storage lots to the terminal.

Lauren climbs down the rocks to notice that he has forgotten a major issue that is the ferry, he doesn't have one to go back Lauren 'Due to yesterdays excitement I totally forgot about how to go back, Hmm maybe I can ride on top of Gyarados' Lauren calls out Gyarados and tells him about the situation Lauren "Gyarados since we don't have a ferry to go back it looks like I have to ride on your back to go back to Cinnabar Island"

"You are one of them. A Ferryman." "An old term, but yes." Ren said. "I rather not see your clan disappear. For old time's sake." "It is still rude to barge in! Very impolite. You could have seen Yaya's personal areas!" Yaya was very indignant after she realizes Ren was not going to hurt her. "Bad ferryman. If you hand over the Frost Tear, then all will be forgiven." "Very well. But I want Frost Water. As much as you can give me." Ren said.

Lyric groaned and leaned her head against Niarthen’s shoulder, the scales of his armour pressing into her skin. He put his arm around her shoulder, rubbing the palm of his hand along the grain of her armour before giving her a little squeeze. The vehicle drifted to a stop and settled as the engine shut off. Lyric lifted her head, her ears ringing, hopeful that the journey was over. “Are we there?” “We have arrived where we will be crossing. The humans have a ferry here,” he told her releasing the mesh that held them secured in the vehicle before reaching above to push open the dome that contained them. He stepped out before reaching back to assist her to step down.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

Ellie rested a hand on Cerebus’s shoulder. “Good work, boy,” she said quietly as she patted behind Alpha’s head in the middle of the skull and neck where all three heads could feel the scratch. All three heads answered her—one with a rumbling breath, one with a sharp bark, one still staring out at the water, unwilling to believe it was finished. The dark beneath the ferry shifted, pressure rolling outward as the remaining tentacles slid free and vanished into depth. The surface sealed over them, churn smoothing to ripples, ripples to wake. Whatever had been holding the hull released it completely.

The day was glass. Sun on water. A cool southerly combed small ripples into the ferry’s wake as it chugged off the mainland with five cars and a single truck—Bambi’s Gardening & Transformations stamped in green along the side. Scott leaned on the portside rail and worked his sunglasses with one hand. The coastline fell away, colours flattening to a band of gold and gum. Seagulls rode the slipstream; a pod of dolphins stitched silver arcs across the bow, here and gone.

"There are a lot more things you need to do moving forward. And that doesn't entail just staying alive." She gave me a warm, genuine smile that transformed her entire face. "So, can your video game skills help you handle a ferry?" A ferry? I took the cloth from her and wiped my remaining tears, as a wet, hiccupping laugh escaped me. "A ferry?" "Yes, dear. Can you handle one?" "I'm... not sure," my mind kept on trying to switch gears. "It depends, cause um… unlike cars and bikes... ferries vary in control and—"

Katalea was embarrassed by all the attention. When the ferry moved into open water Katalea jumped out from Grandfather’s secure sedan. Reminiscent about her first ferry ride and all the energy she had tried to suppress that day, she giggled and walked over to the railing. As the ferry soared over the water Katalea caught glimpses of something in the water. Every time she leaned over to get a closer look, it was gone. Dakari noticed her behavior and tilted his head in a questioning manner. “I feel like I’m playing hide and seek with a toddler.” She tried to explain to him the bright blue blur she kept seeing but he just laughed.