Fruitcake Ship Novels & Stories

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

I believe you will be our charm to attract a lot of customers; therefore, if you haven't found a job yet, I may temporarily hire you in our market store to assist my wife in entertaining the customers who purchase our raw, fresh green bananas and coconuts. The truck's owner said, "As the cargo ship sails, Ericka slowly closes her tired eyes, feeling at ease with him. When the ship arrives at the port after a four-hour seawater voyage, all of the cargo trucks wait in line to exit the subterranean ship and begin their land voyage.

o0o After putting the cake in the refrigerator in the yacht's kitchen, Fiona Forger curiously strolls around this luxurious private yacht. From the kitchen to the library, entertainment room, and living room, she explores every corner and can't help but marvel at its elegance and extravagance. Of course, this yacht's value is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

A salesman in a wonderfully-pressed semi-formal outfit slapped a hand on the hull of the used ship next to him. “This bird can fit up to 900 cubic meters of standard goods,” he said, “such as your traditional flour noodle dish with delicious homemade red sauce poured on top.” Eva, Miko, and Amal all gawked at the beautiful frigate in front of them. It was sleek and held organic curves, as though it was a seed with short wings.

Beatrice perched on the sofa opposite, leaning forward in anticipation. “Me an’ Agnes dug deep an’ uncovered a sorry tale, make no mistake,” Maud said quietly. “The ship was called The Raven. A galleon that sank off the coast of Ashby-on-Sea in 1588. Captain was a fella by the name of Jackson Crane. A God-fearin’ man, like many around them times. Maybe that explains why folk did what they did, but havin’ a reason don’t make everythin’ ye do in life right.” Beatrice frowned. “What do you mean?”

The fiber had an amazing tensile strength that could pull even a large ship. Speaking of which, theirs was a cargo vessel called a longship. It had one mast with a square sail, presently furled, and was mainly used for transporting seafood, whale oil and various contraptions to the south and bringing back rubber, rope, and luscious tropical fruits to the north. This time, Aki, Sasha and Temujin wouldn’t be bringing with them any products for trade, only provisions.