Gumball Ship Novels & Stories

and for that you will need a crew. Trevor: Wait, I will need papers... clearances. Bob: I have that covered; you just need to sign on the dotted line. Bob hands Trevor a file-case. The case contains two things; a blueprint for a star-carrier type ship, and a ship's core log. Bob: I am hiding The ITALICA in that... you name her using the core log. Trevor: Six subparts that hide a battle cruiser... detachable and can fly alone when needed.

“Alright. Who are we punching and how many atmospheres down?” Jack gave him the shape of it—PX-5, the ghost-stamped pills, the murdered politicians, the Saudi shell that vanished, the casino offshore, the sniper with a dead file and living aim. Fish listened, face shuttered, the lazy beach grin sheathing a blade. “Supply chain uses water,” he said when Jack finished. “Always does if they’re smart. No roads, no eyes. You’ll need a hull that doesn’t look like a hull, quiet props, and someone who can read a thermocline like a palm.” He tapped the map in his head. “And you’ll need someone who can blow a gate without waking the neighbours.”

Chapter 6 As they walked across the ancient deck, the ship’s wheel glowed with an intense golden hue. "Look at that…" Little Thumb whispered. Jack touched the helm. It was solid gold. The place was filled with old chests. One of them, a small one, caught his attention. He crouched down and grabbed the rusty lock. "Break it, Captain!" Little Thumb urged anxiously. Using the tip of his dagger, Jack broke the lock. Inside, gold coins gleamed.

The crew on his ship was also formidable. The capital was now within sight and Morozko commenced the barrage of cannon fire at it. Each ship was equipped with a large cannon just below the bow and it fired large balls of steels. “Fire!” BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The steel balls were fired and flew across the water but did not hit the buildings. A barrier stopped them from doing so. “Keep firing!” Morozko commanded. The cannon balls kept hitting the barrier but it seemed as if there was no effect to it. Cobalt had done a really good job at creating it.

At this time, the expressions on Connor and the other two looked extremely ugly when they saw the eight battleships on the sea as well as the huge golden cruise ship! That golden cruise ship was the world's largest cruise ship and belonged exclusively to the Clarke family! There was a mobile commercial complex inside! Swimming pools, luxury shopping malls, golf courses, casinos… Everything that one could think of was available on this cruise ship! Allen glanced at Connor and said softly, “Connor, what should we do? With the battleships acting as escorts, our people can't make a move.”

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

He tossed the empty into the bin and watched it thunk to the bottom like a little metal coffin. Frank pretended not to see. “Text me when you hit the marina,” he said. “I’ll be at the school within twenty. I’ll put salt where no one will notice and iron where they will.” “And if anyone asks?” “Occupational health and safety,” Frank said, not smiling. “And a sermon about temptation and wet floors.” They split at the steps, two lines in a city that had forgotten it was small. As Gabe crossed the gravel toward the Camaro, his phone buzzed—PAL: Bring gloves. They’re opening the hull. There’s more writing. And… a hand.

He replied cheerfully, “Haha, so he wants to play poker? That’s easy. We have our own casino. He can come and play as much as he wishes.” He then added, “You have to tell him that our casino isn’t a place for petty games. If he wants to enter the arena, he needs to have at least ten thousand Canadian dollars to exchange for chips.” Claudia said, “Mr. Wade isn’t short of money. He’s the owner of a large shipping business, and he came to Canada to buy a cargo ship from Vancouver.” “Buy a cargo ship?” Gopher repeated, delighted. A cargo ship wasn’t something that could be bought just for fun!

He said, squeezing her. Morgan inhaled and nodded knowing he was right. “Come Ariadne let go light the candle.” Morgan said, scooping her daughter up. Claire made her way down the path toward Adriane’s Crown. The ship was a beautiful cherry-colored wood and just like The Morning Star had eteches of gold detail throughout it. Gavin took pride in the small detail of his ships. The sails were enormous and brilliantly white. The top mass held the flag, a simple crown surrounded by stars. The Queen’s flag flew in the back corner of the ship letting others know that the ship was protected by the Queen. Gavin and Morgan had done well for themself and for the past few years had a contract with the q