My Ship In Five Minutes Novels & Stories

The guys had no choice but to hang back and wait for the women to finish their adventure and come down from the ship. With only Lucy and Chelsea on the pirate ship, it was pretty obvious they would notice the five men standing off to the side. As the ship started to slow down, ready to dock, Chelsea leaned in and whispered to Lucy, "Do you see those five guys down there? They've been watching us non-stop." Even with her blurry vision, she could make out the figures.

Sharon smiled and told Frederick, "Don't worry about serving me anything, brother. I'll transfer 1 million dollars to you now, and if you manage it well, I'll give you another. But I hope Remy doesn't find out. He keeps loading my account with money and wonders why I don't spend it on ordering shoes and bags to look nice for him."

"Is that my plane? Isn't it a bit small" "Don't let its size fool ya. This ship is fast, very manoeuvrable and has a nasty bite. Armed with two mass drivers and up to 8 missiles, this ship can turn very powerful ships of the line into burning hulks. Once you've flown this bird to its limit you'll see what it can do. You've read the plane's manual and operations?" "Yes I have." "Good, get in your flight-suit. You're going up in an hour."

He just stood there, head lowered, his expression serious. For a split second, it ignited a little spark of hope in me. Even my cold fingertips began to warm. However, in the very next moment, I was let down. “Trisha, just hand over the necklace.” The humiliation hit all at once. Everything I had been holding back finally broke. With all the strength I had, I shoved Dawn off me, rushed forward, and slapped Justin hard across the face. At the same time, Dawn let out a sharp cry, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

The fuzzy and fragmented memories from last night surfaced in my mind piece by piece—clinging onto him in hunger, sucking on his tongue in unquenchable thirst… The memories were so humiliating that I could have passed out on the spot. Just then, I could hear someone shouting from outside the cabin, “Everyone, look! There is a ship over there calling for help!” “That’s right! The ship is in distress!”

" I need to work on my matchmaking skills. Once we've all finished our drinks, we head up to the central bay. I stop as we enter this place is enormous. I've never been inside a building like this, I gasp. "fuck this place is massive." Max laughs, "Yeah, there are twelve ships in here, each ship has its own space pods inside, the pods hold two people, but you only need one to control it." Brandon walks on ahead, "come on, ladies; let's show you around our ship." "Our ship," I reply, " yeah, you two are now officially part of elite four," he says. "What’s elite four " max laughs as he says, " we're just ship number four." " Oh," I reply.

“Sergio’s name. A man who knows which boxes to short, which breakers to avoid. He’s paid to be loyal to the highest bidder. I can get him to cut the current for a window. Ten minutes. Not a second more. You step in, you carry the girl out, you step away. That’s the promise.” Ten minutes. The number landed in my chest like a stone dropping into cold water. Enough to get in and out if the clock was ours; not nearly enough if anything went sideways. My brain began running the calculus — sending men, engines, drop points, who would stand on the dock and who would be the bloody fallback if the current came back early. “How do we get the boat?” I asked before I knew I’d said it.

Melissa exhaled in relief as she took out her phone, "Don't actually cut off that thing. Knock him out and send him to the hospital. When he wakes, tell him he's been in a coma for five years…" Before she could finish, a servant rushed in. "Ms. Shaw... he escaped!"

"How much time do you need?" "Three minutes to bypass the naval relay," I said. My fingers were numb from the cold, but they moved with a frantic, precision-born desperation. The ships were closer now. I could hear the deep thrum of their massive engines. They were less than a mile away, spreading out in a pincer movement to trap us. "One minute!" Dante called out.

The inside was lit up completely with blue lights, illuminating everywhere with a bright warm glow. The squires finally settled in their seats and belted up, as they continued to admire the warship’s interior. They wish they had their phones to take pictures. “The warship is being controlled by an AI. By its calculations in thirty minutes, it will drop off the first set of groups and then after that it will be intervals of five minutes for the rest of the groups.” “I wish everyone good luck. Do your best and try to make it back home alive.” Sgt Langley said without much emotion in his voice.