Gumball Ship Novels & Stories

We never knew their plan was to destroy the ship because the battle started with a mere sword to sword fighting but on the long run they eventually changed theur plan and started shooting Ship gunfire through cannons. Their ship has about twenty cannons on each side, whereas ours has ten cannons on each side. They fired number of times and our ship started getting wreck. Mr Gibbs, went to meet Captain Babbosa and advised him to make us abandon the ship for it did not belong to us and as we could see then, the battle would not end well for us. He called for Abandoning the ship. After Abandoning the ship, the Crow nest keeper then did not hear us till we were all gone.

“I don’t know the specific details, but the largest ship factory in Southwest has also received an order from Northwest’s Battle Warrior Zero requesting for a large number of battleships. It seems that they’re setting sail somewhere.” “What?” Gracia raised her head and expressed her astonishment. “The number of machinery ordered by Battle Warrior Gale is too high. We may not have enough to complete the order even if we were to take out all of our company’s inventory. I’ll have to figure out what they’re trying to do first.” “Winnie, get me Mr. Colton from Southwest Ship Factory.” “Yes, ma’am.” The female secretary picked up the phone on the table and dialed a series of numbers before she pas

It didn't matter to her since she figured that most of them were given new identification codes so no one would know of their previous owners. She walked by a separate hanger and looked at the number and saw that she had come to the hanger bay Levi had told her about earlier. As she walked in her jaw dropped in awe of the ship, she would be traveling in. It wasn't like the others she had seen. It had a very sleek design, but was still massive. She noticed that it was designed for combat above all things; it had twin plasma cannons on the front and sides. After taking in the size of the vessel she looked around for her pilot. There were several soldiers posted around the ship and technicians

Russell would have Brigail with him, which meant she was visible and accounted for, which meant he had a window. Sandy Sechrest had sent the IRS flag through her contact at the agency, exactly as planned. Russell's cheque had bounced because Jimmy had made sure the accounts showed insufficient funds before the bank opened this morning. The slot machines were still paying out on Russell's money because Palomino had kept the hacking active. The liquid B shipment was sailing toward Monaco where Luca Warlow's coast guard was already in position. Everything was in motion. Eli pressed the earpiece in as he reached the service corridor behind the Arena level. "Jimmy."

(He smiles as he runs his hand through his hair removing a few strands from his face) W.O.L.F Ship: Quantum battery signals loss, searching for alternative power source. Switching to gasoline mode. WARNING! 1 gallon of gasoline detected please refuel. (It is at this moment the ship slowly begins to descend from the stratosphere as it begins to lose power. Xanne and Dantzler both seem confused and the look of confusion on Xanne's face quickly switches to absolute anger as he sees a massive flame of rainbows descending from the ship separately.)

The Derelict Draft The blue ship glided to a halt beside the reef, its wooden hull scraping against a massive, crystalline question mark that rose twenty feet out of the black water. The ship trapped in the ice was not an audit cutter or a Spire vessel. It was an ancient, double-decked galley built entirely from black slate, its oars frozen mid-stroke in the hardened ink of the reef. Its sails were made of heavy, yellowed parchment, completely covered in columns of fading red ink—the distinctive signature of an Internal Audit from the First Era. There was no life on the decks. The crew had been liquidated centuries ago, their bodies turned into smooth, grey statues of solid graphite that sat

These were black, unmarked gunships, their hulls matte and non-reflective, cresting the Tuscan ridgeline in a perfect V-formation. On the lead ship’s flank illuminated by a stray beam of dawn light was a symbol that felt like a relic from a forgotten century: a stylized globe encircled by a chain. The crest of the Global Monetary Fund. "They aren't here to help," Elias said, his voice sounding brittle. He stood beside Maya, leaning on his iron staff. "In the old world, they were the lenders of last resort. In the new world, they are the auditors of the aftermath."

Captain Jays comm alerted him to an open line, he walked up the hall to talk. “Bunny, what did you find me?” “Oh I found you a ride alright, Just happens there is a TSR350 Ship that needs a couple of tech upgrades and some internal calibrations whilst out in open space. I told them I have a time to do it now if they get it to me ASAP and it could take a week, something about if the calibrations were rushed it could explode on its next voyage” “Oh my Bunny! you did it again” said Jay, amazed

Kasey wasn't sure what kind of hell was awaiting them, but from looking up at the boat that was armored to the damn sails, she was sure it wasn't anything good. "Are you sure that thing can float?" Kasey questioned Shobek, her eyes looking over the long sharp spikes that peeked out of the water. "There are enchantments to keep it afloat." Shobek smiled as he watched Kasey look over the heavily armored ship they were to use. Mammon already talking to the captain who looked like he was ready to piss his pants.

said Riwik to the remaining Shadow Elemental members. April 30, 2005 In the evening, Coralis and Frank were having dinner with Sebastian, Stephanie and Molly at their apartment when Coralis’ gumball machine lit up bright orange and shrieked. They all jumped and turned to look at it. “Holy gods from above, what is it this time,” said Coralis, getting up to retrieve the message. She caught the piece of parchment spat by the gumball machine and read it out loud. ‘Blue Thunder,