I Will Sail My Vessel Novels & Stories

With Isla and my unborn child. I thank Trinity and tell her goodbye and then tell Seth he has ten minutes to grab a bag and meet me at the garage. I get a few of my most trusted warriors together as well, and I have someone alert the royal navy that I am on the way. I want the best vessel available to track down that boat Trinity found out about, The Treasure Seeker.

He huffs in disappointment. "I ain't drunk." (All aboard on Pari's and Xavier's ship. Warning from the sailor, we are now navigating to a rougher current zone. hold tight on your loads, you don't want them missing. Like, comment and follow ppl. Love yal. ADIOS.)

I disregarded this when he gave me a suspicious look. “You should probably stay by the edge.” I forced a smile. Fang nodded. “I probably will.” Armelle led me to where Captain Verano stood steering the ship. “The winds are to our favor, Melle.” My brother smiled. “Excellent.” “Would you like to steer, Kiara?” Verano gave me a warm smile. “Me?” I laughed. “I don’t know.” Armelle nudged me. “Go on, don’t be shy. You know what you’re doing.”

said Bea, half of her body is out of the window while she happily waved at us. I waved back at him before getting into Aries' car. “What Maldives?” I told him when he got into the driver’s seat. “What? It’s in the rule right! You should give me a child in a year! ” he also said and started the car. “I haven't been prepared yet! Besides, Noah still needs me! ” I reasoned out. “I already told Niah that we were leaving, she agreed but I will buy her more art materials in exchange,” he said, I could not speak.

Jason opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Mia’s voice cut through gently but firm. “There’s a ship,” she said, looking between the Elders and Jason. “Fourteen day cruise. It departs from Adelaide, loops through New Zealand, then the top of Australia, and ends in Bali before returning. You’d be off pack lands, out of reach of duty, and… maybe closer to fate.” Nathan crossed his arms, glancing at Jason. "Wouldn’t kill us to relax. Just once." Jason sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll think about it.”

Sure I can fight but with multiple warriors there is no way I would come out on top , so now we can only run. Once on top we run to the steps leading down to the launch we came over on. I have been on boats this size at home and can handle one, so once I get it started we begin the journey to shore. I pray that Alvan see us coming, we have to hurry and I push the motor as fast as it will go but it doesn't seem to move very quickly. I look back and see movement on the ship, we are running out of time.

I look up, squinting my eyes because of the sunlight. “Do you even know how to work that thing?” “Yeah. I’ve read it somewhere,” he says without abandoning his work. I gasp in surprise. “Huh? You mean to say you haven’t done it before? Do you even know how to sail?!” He finally looks at me. His grin is wicked. “Don’t worry, Betsy. We will just follow the wind.”

I say as I cup her hand in mine and we walk towards the vessel we will be using. “I already suspected your father was definitely not going to let us use his vessel and that is why I made plans ahead. Why use a fishing boat when you have a yacht.” I say as I point out to the yacht staring us right in the face. I watch her face light up at the sight of it and I know. The game is on.

"That's easy. You have a submarine, don't you? The God's Eyes or the satellites couldn't possibly get footage that way." "I have a boat. Let's just follow the normal procedures. I'll take his ashes out and go to the island. I will get down from the side of the propeller so that the satellites would not be able to detect anything. You could get a submarine to pick me up. This way, no one will notice," Stella blurted. "But, the weather is really cold right now. Are you sure that you want to sail to the sea? Will your body be able to take it?" Anthony was concerned.

“I’ll show you this, but I won’t answer any questions about the agenda.” He flipped his phone over to show a large yacht. “We’re going on that?” My eyes went wide. He nodded. “Going to do a little island hopping, but I won’t tell you where.” “Freedom.” No paparazzi hounding us down. Just us on a boat, sailing around with nobody for miles. He nodded. “But first, a flight. You’ve got your passport, right?” I smiled and planted a kiss on his neck. “Brand spanking new Wren Lockwood passport is in my purse.”