Hooky Ships Novels & Stories

asked Benny “should we use a Ziion military code – do you think the Ziion Master could de-code it. What if the other ship can de-code it too” “All we can do is try it” said Bunny “SOS, malfunctioning ship, requesting permission to dock to repair.” add to the code: warning =A , Incoming Ship = C, possibly hostile = T , eta 2hours =2. Ryder prepared the code by misspelling the words to include the Ziion Milltary code in it. It now looked like “SOS, malaunctioning ship, requecting permtission to dock 2 repair.”

At this moment, a small fleet of black-horned ships was slowly approaching Earth after traveling for a long time. The people inside were Harlan, Floyd, and the others. Inside one of the black-horned ships, Harlan and Floyd were drinking while enjoying the service of a few beautiful women. “Floyd, I need to propose a toast to you. We’ll reach Earth in about half a month. If I can prosper after I plant the slave mark, you’ll be considered my biggest benefactor. You can ask for anything you want. Money, women, you name it!” Harlan laughed and said, after lifting his glass.

The ship had been tossed and buffeted in the Atlantic by one of the most destructive and deadly hurricanes to hit the New England coast, a category three hurricane nicknamed the Long Island Express. One of the few ships to survive the storm and make port, the Robin Goodfellow was met by reporters looking for new stories to report of hurricane damage. They found their story in the form of the ship’s cargo—a pair of giraffes which had travelled all the way from Africa, surviving through the storm even after their food was washed overboard by eating pancakes prepared for them by the ship's cook. Their zookeeper, Charley Smith, arrived to meet the ship too, and was thrilled to find his charges h

"Your love-bite.." "What??" I streaked and all the eyes turned towards me and i muttered a sorry, sipping on my tea. Once i was sure that everyone indulged back in their talks, i turned to Harini again. "Have you lost it?" "Its nothing wrong dude. Lets sign a deal, if i ever forget to hide my hickey, you will inform me. And i will inform you if you forget to do the same. What say?" She proposed in whisper. "No dummy..you mistook me. I cannot have a hickey!"

I was only too glad all the batches of Exceva had been shipped out to the various ports. I turned to Kelly who lingered behind me in silence. "What is the situation with Exceva?" "As we speak, they're being shipped off exactly as you planned, to thirteen different countries." I nodded. I had been tracking the progress. From the windows, I noticed the sky had begun to lighten. My staff would soon be here. There was only one thing left to do. I turned to Kelly, who almost bumped into me from behind. "Call everyone and inform them there won't be any work today. Get the cleaning crew in here. Savage anything you can and bring it back to the office."

Ash nodded and pressed his feet on the booster, the engine roared and the boat accelerated to an incredible speed once again. A few minutes later they were on the tail of the ship. Team then pulled the grappling hook launcher and with his launcher gun, he pulled the trigger causing the hook and rope to fly towards the ship. Fortunately, the hook successfully gripped the ship's quarter deck securely as Team turned around and grinned evilly towards them.

Emergency frequency? "Hello? If anyone can hear me, My name is Darson Humphrey. I'm with Oliver Scoefield. We're from M.V Clinton, a cargo ship transporting some high-end science laboratory equipment. Our ship was hijacked by a pirates. I don't know the specifics about those shipments, but somehow, that group wants those lab equipment. We managed to escape using a life boat, and we ended up on an island. Please, if anyone can hear this, help us. Help our friends at the ship too. Those pirates will kill our friends." Darson? Oh, thank God!

"Closer to the stern." Harp shifted the hook a handspan. Missed once. Twice. The third pass, the hook's tip, snagged something that didn't want to admit it was there. Harp set his shoulder and lifted. A wet length of line rose, whispering of silt and secrets. A knotted pouch emerged tarred canvas, pebble-weighted water weeping off it in heavy tears. "Up," Harp said, and Murk made the boat hook a lever, flipping the pouch over the rail. It hit the deck with a discourteous plop.

She passed the relevant data to Xander's comm through Sarah's relay. Hull one will hit the reef line in approximately four minutes. Hull two is sixty meters behind. "Marcus," Xander said, through the comm. "Wedges are set," Marcus said. "Waiting on your call." "Wait for the reef line," Xander said. The first carrier emerged from the fog at 4:18 AM.