I Will Sail My Vessel Novels & Stories

"That depends who you appoint. We do have a shortlist of suitable candidates though, but in the meantime, the island is secure so it's not an immediately pressing concern." A thought struck Mark. "Is that why this boat's so kick-ass, but only used as a ferry?" Jasmine smiled, pleased that he'd made the connection. "If we're on the water, then we're vulnerable, so the boat has the power to get us far away from any threats very quickly, and if there's any we can't outrun, then Captain Wales and his crew are more than capable of fighting off any threats. He's an ex SEAL. So are his crew."

I said gently, meeting his gaze. “I need you to be brave.” Silence stretched between us, long and heavy with the things we would never say out loud. Finally, he exhaled hard, the sound of a man surrendering to his fate. “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” “I really do, Kahlan.” “But you’ll help me anyway.” He met my gaze, his eyes full of a weary resignation. “I’ll pilot the boat. Through Skulls Bay. Once. And that's it.” Relief flooded through me, loosening the tight knot that had been sitting in my chest for days.

“Thank you. Thank you.” “And Mila?” Ivan’s voice grew stern. “You need to be on one of those boats. If something happens to you, it will take Felix out as well.” “I know,” I said. “I don’t have a death wish, and I certainly don’t want to cause Felix any harm.” “Good luck.” Ivan said. “I’ll go call the royal navy.” I nodded and sprinted back outside. A woman grabbed my arm as I passed, her wild eyes frantic with grief.

He even interrupted me, insisting I prove my yacht-driving credentials first. We smoothly set sail, with me at the helm and him nestled in my embrace. I had anticipated this driving experience to be rather enjoyable, but that ungrateful soul only lingered in my arms for a while before slipping away. Where he went, I wasn't quite sure, but I could hear footsteps above deck. I thought to myself, "You wait, once I get this yacht to the middle of the ocean, you're in for it." With that mindset, I restrained myself, ensuring the yacht was properly steered, letting him roam freely out of my sight for the moment, planning to settle the score later.

“Then what do you suggest, Mister?” “I have a small boat anchored just outside the city. It’s equipped with the latest defense system, and it’s literally untraceable. It’s also not registered in my name. We will use it to get to Sicily. From there I’ll take us to Switzerland. And from there we’ll see.”

[ELARA] The massive ship looms in front of me—moored and waiting, its hull painted in proud Qaivenien green and gold. The sails are furled, but even still, the vessel feels alive, like a breathing giant, waiting to carry us into whatever truth lies across the sea. I’ve never set foot on one before.

He had a partner to rely on. “No,” I say crisply. “I’m busy.” He looks at the empty waves I’ve been staring at for hours already, scoffs, and walks away. That doesn’t matter. He’s my advisor, whether he wants the position or not, and he loves this kingdom as much as I do, beneath it all. “Lower sails!” the captain yells. “We’re docking.” I squeeze the side of the ship my father christened so many years ago one last time.

I leaned down slightly, my face inches from his, the silver in my irises swirling into a solid, molten steel that forced his inner wolf to its knees. "Here is what is going to happen now," I murmured, the 'touch-her-and-die' energy radiating off my skin so thick the air felt like steam. "You are going to walk down to that harbor. You are going to sign the deeds of those three vessels over to Marcus before the sun hits the water. If you hesitate, if you look back at my wife, or if you ever breathe the name Veda within the borders of this city again... I will sink your entire southern fleet while your men are still sleeping in the berths. And then I will come for you."

I could’ve done a lot worse for a wife. At the harbor, I snap a photo of me on our luxury yacht that we use to sail to Cavite Sangley Point on the other side of Manila. The sky is a cerulean blue and the sea a translucent turquoise. The scenery makes a pretty picture. It’s never too early to get her acquainted with what her future home looks like. I send the photo with a message to take care of herself.

She said, “The captain asked if we should set sail now. If we keep staying, he’s afraid we won’t be able to reach Central Island before sunset.” For this time, their celebration was not entirely on the cruise. Ivanka had also chartered a Central Island. It would be dangerous if they re-boarded the ship in the dark. But if they left first, Ferris would be snarky about it. Ivanka made her decision right away. “Set sail immediately. Also, prepare a small fishing boat for the two of them. Tell them to come if they want to. If they don’t want to, they can just go back.” Ivanka did not look pleased. She was even slightly impatient.