Marine Saying Novels & Stories

“You did?” He nodded once, pale but steady. “It was huge.” “Yes,” she said quietly. “It was.” Another pulse rolled through the sea. Closer this time. Mara turned sharply toward the horizon. The water there bulged upward—not violently like the Drowned One’s assaults, but smoothly. Deliberately. A long, dark shape moved beneath the surface. Sleek. Fast. Not as massive as the Drowned One. But powerful. And purposeful. The Drowned One let out a low vibration through the depths—a warning.

Lorcan - Wolf Island - Day before The Summit After two hours at sea, our ship comes to the Maelstrom of the Archipelago—a large pool of whirling current set equally between all the Islands. If appropriately navigated, it will quicken our trip home. The whooshing of the water drowns out all else, even the winds. This dilemma requires us to use the Pack Link to communicate directions to each other. ‘All hands, sails up, we coast in slow,’ I say through the link as the men scurry about the deck, preparing for the transition.

Fear now all over him. "I was threatened not to and I still feel guilty!" Mark blurted out in fear. Joyce didn’t answer, just looked out toward the sea. Mark turned and saw that the ocean had drawn far out, leaving brackish piles of garbage, heaps of seaweed and flopping, desperate fish in it's wake. The water had gathered itself into a huge wave, rising like the side of a mountain, like an avalanche ready to fall.