Moonflower Ship Novels & Stories

Freckles had found a fresh broadsheet somewhere and was practising making faces at my portrait when Jas snatched it, tore it neatly in thirds, and fed it to the galley fire. "Galley thanks you," Berrit said. "Smoke's better quality now." I checked lines by habit. The wind settled from flirt to favour. The Wraith took it with smug innocence. "SAIL!" Old Noll's squint sharpened. His arm came up, pointing where horizon might have been if ships didn't insist on ruining straight lines. "Two! Leeward, big belly, pretty paint, Morcant colours." "Escort," Harp added, seeing what Old Noll's bones felt before the rest of us could squint: the smaller sloop tucked in the brig's lee, flying a crown penna

The stolen tender was now a prisoner of three. They had moored it in the reeds of a deserted cove, shrouded by weeping willows. Marcus huddled in the bow, a shivering, silent mound of defeat and fear. Anton and Sabe stood at the stern, the cold morning mist coiling around them, the weight of the prototype’s awakening a new, suffocating gravity.

The pack howled their approval. She tossed her bouquet over her shoulder, watching a young girl with wide eyes catch it against her chest. At the water's edge, a small boat awaited them, its hull adorned with wildflowers and trailing vines. Liam steadied her as she stepped aboard, then started the motor with a gentle pull.

Maeve The camp was nothing more than a few large canvas tents spread out across the beach above the tideline. I sat next to Cleo around a small fire, hugging my knees to my chest as we watched the skiffs dart around the Persephone in the high tide, looking for leaks. "The ship is definitely floating," Myla said as she approached our circle, handing out bowls of some kind of stew. I accepted a bowl, thanking her as I straightened my legs and rested the bowl on my thighs.

The moon shone better and her frightening was replaced by joy as the gazefull sky appeared again. It make everything alive again, the moon becomes brighter than before.It gives light to every corner of the forest, accompanied with millions of stars. The horrible tree bloomed it's flower once again and turned it's leaves as red as the bloody moon. The trunk was still strong but the branches were not as good as before. Every detail became the untold story for Selene but the important thing was the forest had a new life and it returned the beauty that surrounded it.

“But we need fresh water, and the nearest source will be the village.” “And a ship,” I added. “Yes,” he flicked me a smile. “Not to forget our need for a ship.” Florien met us along the road to the village, looking smug and chattering to Rivyn at length, to which the mage nodded and replied in the Fae tongue. “What is he saying?” I asked. “I asked him to fly over the bay and spy upon the ships. He says there are five ships anchored, one he thinks is a pirate.”

The Mayflowers renamed the place: Eagle Fall. Hammerhorn was now their new home. I brought the Imperator back and placed it in the middle of the hill-fort, with the heaven stone buried under it. There were plenty of spaces to erect small buildings around the landship. I managed to find Cutler’s cloak of foxfire furs when we stripped everything valuable inside the landship.

Bhuri told me it would take us two and half week at most to reach the shore of Kotumbhara. Bhuri chachi changes into something and we go go outside when Mohan Ji informs us that we are ready to go. We walk towards a big ship as I look at it under my dupatta. It has flag of Kotumbhara on it. Mohan Ji helps me to get on the ship then he takes me and Bhuri chachi to a cabin on the ship. I get inside it and look around. It is a decent and clean. It has a big bed at one corner and table with two chairs.

Trevor: What ship do I use? Bob: the unarmed vessel we captured, DJS Chernov. A freighter the size of a destroyer, stealth capabilities too... It is a smuggler's ship. DIANA will be moved to that interface... together with a copy of your captain's chair. Take the file with you...

Jago ran toward us, his face grimy with oil and sweat. "Zora! We’ve got the 'Void-Mines' set in the water, but they’ve got 'Pulse-Burners' on those ships!" Jago yelled over the roar of the ocean. "We're holding a knife to a gunfight!" "Then we change the rules of the fight," I said, stepping off the shuttle. I looked up. The clouds were parting, revealing the massive, white-gold hull of the South Spire flagship, the Ascension. It was beautiful and terrible, a floating mountain of corporate arrogance. And I knew she was on the bridge. Elena.