Gumball Ship Novels & Stories

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

even began. The Shipyard was a "Non-Euclidean-Scaffold" the size of a solar system, built from "Ghost-Steel" and "Compressed-Gravity." It was a graveyard of "Prototype-Universes," half-finished "Gears-of-Existence," and "Blueprints-Carved-in-Vacuum." Unlike the "Wild-Multiverse," which was a product of "Accidental-Chaos," the Shipyard was a place of "Abandoned-Design." It was the "Studio" of the "Origin," left behind when the "Smith" retired to see what his "Creation" would do on its own.

But before the show could begin, the stage had already drawn attention. A few mornings later, a sharp female voice broke Shallow Bay's calm. "So this is the Shallow Bay everyone mentioned? Looks unimpressive. What good stock could this place possibly have?" A merchant ship with a white sail, the Seagull, anchored beyond the reef. On the bow stood a sharp-eyed middle-aged woman in a clean waterproof suit, toying with a gold coin. Her nickname was Ledger, and she was a notorious hard-bargaining merchant in this stretch of sea.

Did this make him decide if he was ready to kill Connor? I forced my gaze to the landscape ahead. I really wanted to not be surprised anymore, and yet I was still easily capable. "Goddess's hell," I breathed, just as Kael said, "Goddess above…" In our defense, our shock was warranted, because not too far in the distance was the ocean shore, where a massive ship was docked. It was twice as large as the Galiot, and maybe because it was carrying an uncountable amount of cars rolling out of it via plank.

The Master Ship didn't fly away. A door opened. Hundreds of silver balls dropped out. Floated in the air. Moved toward the roof where Benson stood. "Benson! Jump!" June cried. The balls reached the dish. Didn't explode. Melted. Turned into a liquid. Looked like the liquid in Junes veins. The liquid crawled over the machine. Turned the beam into a dark pulsing red. "A twist " Arthurs voice whispered through the city speakers. "The ship is not fighting the energy, June. It is eating it. You just gave them a straw to drink from."

Getting us far enough from their barrier to prevent us from tripping it again. The giants got weekly shipments of gold and rations as payment for their continued services. We planned to arrive the same day their shipments did. We made it seem as though one of the containers had gone astray from the rest as most of them were sent through multiple portals. It was bound to happen from time to time, Garren assured us. One would get lost, and if it fell in just the right spot, it would sound their alarm systems, and they would come charging hunting for potential intruders, only to find it their stuff and hopefully believing it was just a fluke. Everything on this journey would go off of careful p

They were shoved around with tridents, and ordered around with gibberish-sounding words. "I think this means we are off to the dungeon," Sanders said. **** "This ship is a thousand years old?" Lindsey Miles was wide-eyed in amazement at what Garullo had just told her. Garullo's pair of antennas intertwine-release in a quick motion which Lindsey gather as some sort of a nod of confirmation. "This ship has practically stayed in Earth space for thousands of years now. It was abandoned, a long, long time ago. This was the beacon provided for us to find your planet,"

Lent said there are 6 detachable satellites in this ship and in short all 6 can receive weak signals from our ship when far away then transmit the signals with much stronger frequency to be accepted back in the Gael-Force stationary and vice versa. We then leave the cockpit area and then gathered all the belongings, passengers, and crew before guiding them into the attachment door that connects us with the Wells-O2. From the crowds I can see Nova smiling brightly at me as he walk closer into my direction and of course I smiled back at him, to my surprise he start hugging me once he's close enough. My eyes went wide for a moment, I was caught off guard but I immediately relaxed into his warm

Thomas looked in the direction of the sound of the horn and found that an inconspicuous ship had docked at the dock. The gangplank was put down, and coolies were constantly on board to unload the goods. This ship arrived at eleven o’clock. It did not seem to have any problems. But Thomas still keenly discovered one thing. There was an unremarkable symbol on the bow of this ship, and that symbol was the logo of the Art Trading Corporation. This ship belonged to the Art Trading Corporation! One had to know that Art Trading Corporation was a top company in Southland District. It could even be said to be the largest and strongest company, but now, their goods were being delivered by such an inco

"Mom, he's amazing." "He's a child who survived," I said. "Just like you." Jaden thought about that. "Am I amazing?" I pulled him close. "Yes. You are." An hour later, we saw it. A cargo ship. Huge. Rusted. Listing to one side. It had run aground on a reef years ago and been abandoned. Now it sat tilted, half-submerged, like a dead whale. Miro surfaced beside the boat. "They're inside," he said. "In the belly. They don't come out much."