Moor Ship の小説・ストーリー

The Vamoos ship was more than five hundred feet long and consisted of a ram scoop, some very complex separators, and six cylinders, each of which was divided into multiple tanks. As with all the Vamoos race, the intelligence who controlled the ship and served as its single crew member was known by his job description, a rather lengthy affair that filled the brains of no less than 107 nonsentient storage beings, but could be Summerized as: "The one who travels vast distances in search of materials required to repair, maintain, and further Vamoos infrastructure to the benefit of the race".

“I doubt it will be anything like that with the Prince Consort’s son.” The voyage dragged on, boring in some ways, sickening in others. She spent a lot of time leaning over the side. It was a day or so later that she saw the other ship with the plain black sail. Expecting it to catch up at some point or even pass them, she was surprised to find it stayed back. Was someone following them? However intently she peered, Beyla couldn’t see any Moorish figures among the crew. The men seemed bare-chested for the most part, though guttural songs were to be heard when dusk fell.

The biggest ship in the armada, the Morozko’s ship ripped through any defences the Cobalt Army had with ease. Morozko commanded the ocean itself with a special pole shaped device he stole from the treasury at one point in his life. Of course, the area he could control was still limited, otherwise he could destroy the kingdom. The soldiers that were able to confront him directly were met with their demise as his strength was far superior. His skin was more durable than armour and his punch was greater than a cannon. The crew on his ship was also formidable.

The huge wooden ship shoved like a bird silhouette in front of the gleeping Sun. The shadow of his huge, braided mainsail lay cold over the Steel lungs. Chrr-Wumm! The first shot of her spring-loaded slings only missed us Hair width. It was not an explosive plasma, but a tons-heavy, raw sculpted basalt block held together by thick moss ropes. The Stone crashed past our flank into the depth, but the air displacement was so enormously that the steel lungs were shaken like a wave-slot in the orcan.

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

I said. "Good, we then need to rest," Maltida said and went inside. I looked up at the sky and wondered what next is to come. "Look a ship!" Some of the villagers close to the shore were crying out. The news later reached me and I went along with some of my executives to go check it out. It was indeed a ship and not just any type of ship but a battle ship. I looked at the ship and I saw the symbol, the symbol of Kingslanding standing out.

He was young, yet his enthusiasm resonated through the ship, lifting the morale of the crew even as the enemy surged forward. As the melee unfolded, the pirate ship's captain—a man with an unmistakable presence, draped in shadows and darkness—stood atop the enemy vessel's bow. His eyes glinted with predatory glee as he held the unmistakable black flag adorned with a blood-red skull. His very presence threatened, igniting a fervor among his crew as they swarmed onto the ship, thirsting for carnage. “Prepare to taste steel!” he roared, his voice cutting through the turmoil.

I glared at her, gritting my teeth. She looked at Nox, who glanced at her and gulped through his sweats. “What a pretty girl! Never saw her before. Would love to meet—” “Jackson, tell Nalini to burn down their ship.” “What! No, not me ship, ye wretched scoundrel! I swear on the name of Pirate king himself, lay a hand on her, and I’ll dig yer grave in the Grim Reef!” Morana snapped, trying to free herself from the enchanted ropes that tightened around her and the chair the more she struggled.

Matteo went to the desk, keeping his eyes on the footage. A wild orange flame blew up as soon as the ships were about to get to the shore. One of the ships was ours. “Matteo, a ship just blew up. Could you check the footage?” I shouted, eyes widened, heartbeat increased. “Give me a second.” He rammed his fingers over the keyboard. “Fuck, I can’t find our ship.” Matteo curses anytime he's frustrated. Just as the explosion went off. “We're fucked; the ship is gone.” The whole ship blew up like a blazing inferno.

"I have never been on a ship like this before." Feeling a sense of pride, I smiled. "This is the best ship we've ever had, Mia. And with this new engine, we'll be able to move constantly with or without the wind." Ava then asked, "What gives the ship such power to move without sails? It is like magic" I nodded, a sense of excitement in my voice. "It's actually a coal engine. It runs on fuel, and it's much faster than sails." The crew all nodded.