Gumball Ship Novels & Stories

Frowning to himself, Gerald then continued reading. Now nearing the end of the third mural, Gerald saw the old beggar jumping into the giant ship before walking into it. As for the others, they appeared to be trying to carry the coffin away… Moving on to the fourth mural, it began by showing the old beggar continuing his journey with his group of men. Apparently, what happened in the giant ship was completely skipped. Odder still was the fact that instead of thirty-six people like there were before, only twenty-seven remained… Where had the nine people disappeared to?

I was the one on the wheels and she was pointing the direction of the yatch I when we are near I was shock to see that it's a big yatch, with a helicopter in it an expensive yatch and the design screams wealth. "This is my favorite Yatch it's worth a fortune but worth it, well as you can see it's like a small battleship this one is my favorite scape boat" Shun explain and I gasped in admiration to the yatch it's like what she says it's like a little battleship it's expensive looking but then again it's screams wealth and ready to battle type of a yatch and apparently the helicopter is a black mamba a war helicopters from US army. "Really ? a gun collection?" i ask her when we arrive inside t

The vessel was approaching the entrance to the New York Harbor channel. "The automated ballast-transfer pumps are dragging an eight-millisecond response latency " Avery called out. She swiped her thumb across the interface. "The shipyard in Virginia used hydraulic actuators that couldn't handle the rapid trim adjustments required by the Thorne-Sterling Vanguards high-speed routing curves. If we don't re-pack the seals with polymers before the winter transit shift the stabilization grid is going to burn out its primary capacitors." Silas stepped out from the interior of the wheelhouse. His shouldered frame immediately cut through the glare of the sun reflecting off the water. He had discarded

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

He grinned before opening the gates and everyone gasped at the sight in front of them. There was a proper pirate ship floating in the air with a huge balloon above it! Matthew explained that since they didn’t have a car and magical cars were so expensive, he decided to buy the airship. Melody rolled her eyes while he explained and the men loaded their baggage. The excitement in the air was contagious as they all made themselves comfortable and Matthew slowly manoeuvred the airship out of the dock. Venus was looking at how everything worked when she felt Hunter’s arm slip around her shoulders.

She gave me a long, hard look before turning around and rounding the last container until we reached the other side. "Is that your ship?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yes, that's my baby," She said. "I call her Princella. She's cute, but she can fire torpedoes. It was a pricey update, but it was totally worth it." "Wow," Was all I could say as I glanced at the ship. It looked pretty unassuming. "So, can I see my servers now-" I stopped as I turned the corner of the last container. Adeline was already inside it, waiting for me.

Across the water, the primary tracking arrays on the lead corporate dreadnought began to smoke, their long-range target finders scrambling under the sheer voltage of our reverse-broadcast. The global war had arrived at our gates. The offshore cartels had brought their ships, their railguns, and their quarantine protocols. But as the first scrapper cargo flat cleared the harbor ring, its transponder flashing our pack’s logo across the global network, I knew the frontier would never be marked again. The balance sheet was ours. The current was ours. And the liquidation was officially moving out to sea.

on the steel bulkhead. The Shem mother ship, if that's what the vessel could properly be called, was shaped like a Flava fruit, except that it had an enormous landing bar where the pit should have been, plus thousands of compartments instead of pulp. Jyro had counted forty-three circular corridors so far, all connected by radial passageways B through X. Of course thousands of compartments remained locked, he'd been unable to establish communications with the robots, and he was no closer to getting off the ship than the day he had arrived. But God helps those who help themselves, so the effort would continue.

At the time, I did not understand what was going on but as I grew older the memory made much more sense. 'Four year old girl and Seven year old boy all for the very cheap price of £48. Fully able-bodied, no disabilities. They fully understand English and do not speak any other pathetic negro language. They already have English given names but you're welcome to change them to your liking. Welcome to separate if you do not like the other. Only for the price of £48. If separated the price goes down to £30 each.' A blonde woman then knelt down. "What's your name sweetie?"