Macs Ship Novels & Stories

"Haa... So, in the end, Airland fell into the Wincorp's hands." Maximilian Myers poured three glasses of whiskey at a time while complaining. "So, after a long and tiring battle, MAC finally lost. Ha!" He put down his whiskey bottle with more force, then lowered his head. For a few moments, Max was silent while Alex and Caleb exchanged questioning looks. Currently, the three founders of MAC Capital Management are sitting on the roof of their office building.

The blue ship was there, its wooden hull riding low in a harbor that looked less like water and more like the deep, unwritten reservoir of the world before the Spire gave it a name. Xander stood over the table, his breath coming in ragged, freezing gasps that turned to mist in the morning air. His fingers, still stained with the ash of the willow timber and the black grease of the Enforcer’s hydraulic fluid, gripped the edge of the wood until the joints went white. "That's Mia’s ship," he whispered, his eyes locked on the microscopic sails that were made of the same jagged, carved light as our wooden stars. "But Elias said they sailed into the margins. He said they were waiting in the gaps."

It was found that it can float in the air without making any sound. The Oval magnetic ship is inspired by those UFO's in year 2020's according to the old inventors known all over the world. It will be remembered that before the year 30hundred, the last world war against Astorians or they so called Aliens happened. "Attention everyone! Each team can board their respective ships! We have to hurry! Our temporary headquarters is ready and those already there are waiting for us." Everyone looked up when the Vice-Chairman of the American Monsters department spoke.

Maverick said as he pointed to a big, black cargo ship. “Very subtle.” I observed. “Actually, it is. It brings supplies to another island behind ours. It makes an unscheduled stop randomly. We started walking down the hill, towards the boat. My eyes were surveying the area, looking for someone I knew. I had nothing. There were wolves everywhere but none that I recognized. As we got closer, I started paying attention to what was being loaded. Cages of monkeys, wooden crates that said “flammable” and “Fragile”. There were more animals off to the side in cages that I could hear. Sounded like a lion or cheetah.

He sits down and she sits on his lap allowing his hands to roam up and down her upper thigh. A guy walks in. He’s tall and dark and pretty damn hot to be honest. Who is this? “Hey Chels.” He smiles. She stands immediately and walks around to kiss him on the cheek, and they disappear over to the pool table. I turn to Angela. “Tell me the high ranking of this ship. Why was Mac called to sort stuff out?” “Okay, so there used to be a captain of the ship—” “Who owns this ship?” I interrupt.

Before they boarded the ship, Ami and Mabel couldn’t help but gawk at the massive ship. For her part, Ami had only seen photos of it when she was in college. The Gonzales’ just purchased the ship and Rain was so proud that the first thing he did was show a photo of it to Ami. Of course over the years, the ship had undergone a makeover to modernize it. It had nearly cost the Gonzales’ their fortune. If not for Mrs. Gonzales’ business acumen, they could have gone bankrupt. Now gazing at it up close, it felt surreal for Ami. Her jaw dropped at the massive size but she at once remembered who she was with so as quickly as she could, she nudged Mabel on her side which earned her a glare. “Close yo

Mac said “Your making that up” Master Alex replied “I couldn’t make up a story that bad, even if I tried. Anyway, I seen you have distracted me again, what’s the time?” At that moment the Supply Ship approach bell sounded. “Oh well that looks like that’s all for us today, please report to the loading bay to help unload supplies. “Yesss” said Mia under her breath and raced with the rest of the trainees out the door.

The wooden ship appeared through the morning mist like a ghost from another century. I stood on the beach with Ava beside me and Maya on my hip. Madeline was a few steps away, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun. The vessel was old. Real wood. Real sails. No engine. No metal hull. Just planks and rope and canvas. Ava spoke first. "Is that her? Is that the rescue ship?" Madeline nodded slowly. "That is the boat Victor kept in reserve. I recognize the lines. The single mast. The red stripe on the hull."

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”