Moor Ship Romane & Geschichten

​The Respiration didn't land so much as it anchored itself into the sea, its massive, barnacled hull groaning as it settled against the basalt pedestal of the spire. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—sections of sleek Sterling "White-Steel" welded to rusted industrial scavenge and draped in a hardy, vacuum-resistant strain of Whisper-Moss that glowed with a sickly, pale violet light.

‘Alpha King, I seriously doubt that. ‘Make no assumptions about the assholes who would dare touch my mate!’ I answer. ‘Go for the fucking sail so they can’t get away!’ ‘Aye.’ Moments later, another volley flies through the air, this time a chain shot, its two cannonballs stretching the chain between them mid-air before they crash against the ship’s mast, twisting around the rigging and causing half the sail to collapse. The other half goes down with the six more shots we fire, and there’s not much they can do about it. Theirs is a cargo vessel, not equipped for combat and barely satisfactory for light defense.

"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.

But as the first bone-white ship broke through the morning mist in the distance, I felt the old fire of the Deprivation wake up in my marrow. The bone-and-silk ship did not dock; it hovered a few inches above the churning surf of the harbor, defying the laws of buoyancy that governed the heavy Western ironclads. Its hull was a translucent, milky white, carved from the ribs of some gargantuan sea-beast, and the sails were spun from a material so fine they looked like captured moonlight.

"Did we already forget what happened last time we got friendly with a passing ship? Or do I need to remind you about the cannonballs and the almost drowning?" Molly hesitated, lowering her hands. "But... this could be the reinforcements." "Or it could be another band of opportunists looking to gut us," Serif countered. "We wait. Quietly." Molly and Dottie exchanged a glance but did as he said, stepping back into the shadows of the rocks. The ship loomed closer, but with no visible markings, it was impossible to tell friend from foe. The wind howled through the trees behind them, sending an unnatural chill down Serif’s spine. Then came the sound–soft at first, like footsteps on damp earth.

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

He just pulled back, and another hand took its place. "We're overrun," Vance said, checking his magazine. "Two rounds left." "Use the flare gun," I said, handing him my launcher. "Against a mob?" "Against the spores," I said. "Fire keeps them back." Suddenly, the ship lurched. It wasn't the kelp pulling us down. It was a vibration. A hum that started deep in the keel and rattled the teeth in my skull. The light outside changed. The moonlight on the water vanished.

Fully overwhelmed. And suddenly she understood something horrible: They could actually die. Not at some point. Not theoretical. Here. Now. A huge wave came up before them. Higher than anything before. Mara saw her coming. Black. Violent. Unavoidable. “RUNTER!” shouted Elias. They threw themselves to the ground. Then the wave hit the Aurora. The impact was so brutal that Mara felt that the sea itself had it with full strength beaten. The ship's finally breaking. Wood splintered.

"Mom, he's amazing." "He's a child who survived," I said. "Just like you." Jaden thought about that. "Am I amazing?" I pulled him close. "Yes. You are." An hour later, we saw it. A cargo ship. Huge. Rusted. Listing to one side. It had run aground on a reef years ago and been abandoned. Now it sat tilted, half-submerged, like a dead whale. Miro surfaced beside the boat. "They're inside," he said. "In the belly. They don't come out much."

Moorewell Shipping was the exact opposite of Blue Star—Their cargo ships only traveled between Aldovia and Epoth, so losing orders from Kymin was not a big deal for them. "This is only temporary." Lewis was rather confident though. "It won't be long before the virus spreads all over Epoth and Aldovia. Moorewell will only be worse than we are by then." Larissa did not know where Lewis' blind confidence came from. "If the virus spreads in Epoth and Aldovia, aren't we goners as well?"