Nami X Robin Ship Novels & Stories

Quill's POV “The Shadow Clan has taken your girls in their ship,” Narok started. “And that ship that is called the Crimson Tide. It rarely stays in port for more than two days before disappearing into the sea once more.” “This means that we need to act fast if we are going to have any hope of catching up with the ship,” I told Alpha Robert. I listened carefully to Narok's words, making sure to commit them to memory. “Finally! We have something to work with,” Sir said as we kept listening to Narok.

Looks like I'm sharing the same boat with another individual. TO BE CONTINUED -> -> ->

It smelt like strawberries as I twisted the cap open, and I applied it carefully to my pouted lips. We were in mine and Samyak’s little cabin, clustered around the mirror Rosa had dragged in to my bedroom. She, as always, was waiting until the last possible moment to get dressed. Nami, however, was wearing an elegant bronze dress that clung to her torso and flowed loosely from her waist. Together Rosa and I, to Nami’s great delight, had braided a long French plait into her dark curls. The sun hung low in the sky, warming the dewy grass and the burgundy trees. The ceremony would commence at sun down, when the light was low and the mood was filled with the excitement of twilight, of change.

He said, squeezing her. Morgan inhaled and nodded knowing he was right. “Come Ariadne let go light the candle.” Morgan said, scooping her daughter up. Claire made her way down the path toward Adriane’s Crown. The ship was a beautiful cherry-colored wood and just like The Morning Star had eteches of gold detail throughout it. Gavin took pride in the small detail of his ships. The sails were enormous and brilliantly white. The top mass held the flag, a simple crown surrounded by stars. The Queen’s flag flew in the back corner of the ship letting others know that the ship was protected by the Queen. Gavin and Morgan had done well for themself and for the past few years had a contract with the q

Roman reached out and pulled the ship’s logbook from the desk, stuffing it into his vest. ​"Tell Arthur I said thank you for the donation," Roman said. "It’s going to a very good cause. A wedding gift, you might say." ​Roman jumped back onto the pier as the last diver cleared the hold, carrying the final case of bonds. They didn't head for the vans. They headed for the water. Two high-speed RIBs (Rigid Inflatable Boats) roared out from under the pier, their matte-black hulls invisible against the waves.

Once they got it, they could push Avery River Freight, the current leader in inland shipping, out of the way. Then the Rogers family would naturally become number one in inland shipping. But before the Rogers family could enjoy their joy for more than a few minutes, Mr. Rogers’s assistant hurried in to report. “Bad news. Several of our inland routes have been cut off by Rook Maritime.” Mr. and Mrs. Rogers stared at him at the same time. “What did you say?”

"Sorry, my car broke down, so I borrowed my neighbor's van at the last minute. You'll have to make do," the driver said as he jumped out, afraid they might cancel the ride. He hurried to take Robin's luggage. Maria exchanged a glance with Robin, then shook her head, signaling that the van was fine for now. "We'll be on the ship in an hour. Let's not be picky." Robin had no choice but to get in with Maria.

I couldn't believe that Robin said that. How could he? Sure, we are mates but we just met! There are still no deep feelings between us and it's still not too late if we reject each other now. It'll be painful to cut off the bond but it was worth the pain than being with him full of uncertainty in the future. With him already having a fiance and his future Luna was a blow to my pride and mental state. If I had to choose my mate, I wouldn't choose Robin. Instead, I would choose an ordinary person.

Rowan By the time I finished the seventh stick of my cigarettes, the massive cargo let out a deafening blast of ship horns as the mooring lines were being cast off. The horns continue to echo off the coastal cliffs, followed by the steady vibrating purr of the ship engine and heavy plumes of black smoke curling into the sky. Soon, the ship begins gliding toward the sea, parting the glassy harbor waters to its destination. I pulled out my phone as I typed a text to my father, [Shipment 1094-K1999, has left the port successfully.]

She smiles warmly and observes Naida, awaiting her response. Naida's expression shifts, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. She gazes into the depths for a moment before responding. She smiles softly, but her eyes reveal a touch of sadness. Naida signs, her hands gently conveying the emotions within her. "Marine, Tasmanridge holds many memories for me. It's a beautiful place, with vibrant coral reefs and currents that make you feel alive. The merfolk there, we have a close connection to the ocean, much like the sharks that roam our waters. But talking about Tasmanridge makes me miss it even more. It's hard to put into words."