Moor Ship Novels & Stories

I screeched, gripping his wrist with both hands and trying to pull away from him. "No can do." He pushed me up the stairs in front of him as we ascended to the upper desk. I opened my mouth to protest further but was quickly stunned into silence at the sight before me. It was incredible, something out of a fairytale. A massive man-of-war ship was rocking in the waves only yards from the smaller cruise ship that had been my ride to port in Valoria. Its size was nearly triple in comparison to my boat, stretching four stories out of the water with sails that would have covered the length of my boat twice over. Though it looked vintage, its sails were clearly just for show, as it was powered by

You could see thousands of black warships ahead when you held up your head. Those warships were all festooned with war flags of a black dragon with five claws. Like moving dark clouds covering the sky, the gloomy flags seemed so heavy they could stifle you. A giant evil dragon loomed large out of the clouds of flags, stretching his claws and showing its fangs, which was extremely terrifying. "Your Graces, My Master Eldest Prince, I am the Chief of the Mo Ke Fleet Team Jin Shouzhi."

He knew in an instant that it was Travis's ship. A three mass ship with dark sails. It was the complete opposite of The Morning Star. It was dark. Even the wood the ship was made out of was darker. It's dark sails had a white crescent moon with a small silver star that dangled off the end of the moon. It looked haunting as it sailed towards the open ocean. Ghostly against the dark sky. Gavin's throat felt like it was closing as he watched it.

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

"How many ships?" "Six iron-clads, sir," the scout replied, looking up with wide, anxious eyes. "But they aren't firing their batteries. They are moving slow, towing a massive, floating iron platform behind them. High Alpha Torin says it looks like a deep-sea siege crane." Natalia turned her gaze toward the open horizon. Through the thick, swirling sea-mist of the Midnight Sea, the familiar, low-profile silhouettes of the western warships began to break the gray winter light. They didn't sound their mechanical horns this time; they moved in a synchronized, eerie silence, their smoke-stacks belching thick black soot that cast a dark shadow across the frozen water.

It was an intimidating sight! The frontmost ship was at least three stories high! The more than 10 meters tall waving black flag had the words ‘Blood Shark’ written clearly in red. ‘Blood Shark’ was clearly the name of those pirates. ‘Blood Shark? ‘When did such a strong troop of pirates appear in this vast ocean?’ Ambrose was stunned but confused at the same time upon seeing the situation. Eira beside him was also baffled. She looked at the pirate ships in a daze and was rendered speechless but also curious at the same time.

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.

My jaw fell and I gasped, Maura made us cock our head to the side. “This is the pirate ship known as “The Black Ghost.” The story goes that it wrecked here in the 1730’s. It stayed buried in the sea until an earthquake brought it into this cove maybe a hundred years ago. Brought it to its final resting place. I know it sounds crazy but when I first fell upon this land … first stood in that house and saw the beach I fell in love. It was a crazy sense of purpose, like something called me here. I felt it in my bones.

Smoke roared into the sky. In just one wave of attacks, the entire ship was battered beyond recognition. However, its keel had not broken, and the overall structure was still intact—it had not yet begun to sink. Not enough? He would unleash another wave. He would smash it until it sank to the bottom of the sea. But before Ray could act again, a horn suddenly blared from the ship. Black smoke poured from its smokestacks—it was actually starting up. What the hell?! Even Ray was stunned. A ghost ship?

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