Goob Ships Novels & Stories

he whispered. Devrim pulled his own anchor from the wood and nodded, as the next batch of soldiers arrived on the backs of the selkies. "It's time for phase two." ——— Goober was sleeping below deck instead of mopping it when he had a dream that he was being chased by a shark. The creature was so close that he could actually feel his wet, slimy skin. When Goober tried to hit the shark away, the fish burst into a thousand droplets. The pirate woke from the dream, thinking about how lifelike the dream had been. He could even feel the wetness of the shark like it was brushing up against his feet now.

Three black tactical ships emerged from the fog, their searchlights cutting through the dark like white knives. "Gone," Leo whispered again, his eyes reflecting the red glow of the flare.

Fernández moved as quickly as he could to catch up and was so focused on the pumping of his legs that he nearly slammed into the Golem when the bigger man stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy Mary, Mother of God,” said the Golem. Fernández poked his head out from behind Charley. On the unnamed waterway of the Mississippi that ran behind the U-Store-It! complex sat a dilapidated, burnt husk of a paddle wheeler. Through the soot, they could make out one word on the side of the ship. Sultana. The Civil War ghouls boarded the vessel via a series of wooden planks, and a large man, naked from the waist up, waved a mock greeting at the ex-Rangers.

After all of his crew had disembarked, Zhou Fu immediately aimed the black hole in his hand towards the warship mothership. Instantly, the huge ship disappeared from view as if it had been sucked into another part of the world. The youth troops led by Chen Long looked astonished by what Zhou Fu was doing. However, they did not immediately protest even though their heads were filled with a thousand question marks. Whosss…… A few seconds after Zhou Fu had eliminated the warships, appeared in front of everyone a medium ship with a slightly extravagant design called the Guichuan Ship. "Well, get on all of you to my ship! In this way, we will slightly obscure our movements!” Zhou Fu ordered the t

I never thought that they would be laughing and making jokes just like any of us. We all made our way out of the pub and entered the car. The car stopped closer to the port, where the arrival and departure of ships take place. Some ships were cast off, some were readied to be overboard, and some were berthed. We all walked closer to a ship that was ready for its departure. This ship was massive and intimidating compared to other ships. It looked dark and mysterious, just like my boss. It was beautiful but not luxurious. I could see some thugs dragging few men into the ship. Their victims' hands and mouths were tied. But, what caught my eyes was, that they were the goons that tried to attack

Matteo went to the desk, keeping his eyes on the footage. A wild orange flame blew up as soon as the ships were about to get to the shore. One of the ships was ours. “Matteo, a ship just blew up. Could you check the footage?” I shouted, eyes widened, heartbeat increased. “Give me a second.” He rammed his fingers over the keyboard. “Fuck, I can’t find our ship.” Matteo curses anytime he's frustrated. Just as the explosion went off. “We're fucked; the ship is gone.” The whole ship blew up like a blazing inferno.

Throughout the investigation, Gobler has already contacted different individuals and before it leads to war, we must eliminate Gobler. Gobler lives in a city where old communities still exist, dating back to the 17th century. Guards wearing an armor and Inns, not clubs still exist. We began our journey, me and Marika. We arrive at dawn in Iceland. Then, we reported to HQ. After that, we plan our approach and prepared our equipments. However, were not sure of what enemies we're going to face. We have a clue and we dug out some books about Gobler but all we can find is just a particle of his origin.

Twenty minutes later Adrian walked into a private bar on the lower side of the city. The place was closed to the public tonight. Only his people were inside. Luca stood near the counter with a tablet in his hand. “You look relaxed,” Luca said. “I was eating dinner.” “Sorry to interrupt family time.” Adrian didn’t reply. He just held out his hand. Luca gave him the tablet. Adrian studied the screen. Three cargo ships. Three different ports. All hit within the same hour. No bodies. No survivors. No witnesses. Just empty docks and missing product.

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

“That’s not possible.” Fear slid through the ship immediately. Gabriel followed his stare. Then his expression darkened too. Far across the ocean lights were appearing through the storm. Dozens of ships. Black ships. Covered in silver moon symbols. Hunters. An entire fleet of them. And standing at the front of the largest ship was a woman wearing a silver crown.