Nassie Ship Novels & Stories

He stammered and then helped me organize all the lifeboats into neat rows. "Now, help me put all these guards into the lifeboats. And leave one for you." "What? No Cassandra. Are you kidding me? You're telling me to go to the Pack Nexus in a lifeboat?” I exhaled. "You will do it. I will take this ship to Serenith. Besides, the distance to the Pack Nexus is closer than to my destination, so please understand." I could only smile briefly as Noah swore. I didn't tell him about this part.

No one spoke. The city went by in quick flashes of glass and water. Sunlight danced across the harbor, mocking us with its beauty. Nathan’s phone buzzed once. He stiffened. “Something’s wrong,” he said. The cars slowed as we reached the pier. The smell of salt filled the air. I leaned forward, my heart pounding. Then I saw it. The Valehart yacht sat docked like a corpse. Burned. The deck was burned, and the ropes were melted and hung loosely.

Skyr went on his bossy mode and pushed Trei away from the dashboard. “Where are we exactly?” Byron started to ask before he headed for the dashboard to check the GPS of the submarine that Skyr just reformated. I got curious as well and moved next to Byron to check but all I see are numbers. “Um...can anyone speak coordinates?” “Nassau, Bahamas. Not exactly there but the current is apparently headed n that direction.” Skyr translated for me since it looked like I was the only one who couldn’t interpret it. “Let’s dock the ship, for now, to do some repairs and buy more necessities for our travels. Our destination is supposed to be in Clarence town.” He commanded and uttered the last words to h

She’d insisted on staying close to him, even as exhaustion pulled her under. William set down a file and rubbed his eyes. He heard the soft click of the door opening before Adrian stepped in, looking as composed as always despite the early hour. “Sir,” Adrian said quietly, setting a fresh stack of documents on the desk. “I’ve gone through the port records twice. Nany’s trail ends in East Dock Three. She was transferred to a van registered under a shell company. No cameras caught the plate numbers.” William’s jaw tensed. “Someone scrubbed it.”

No legal registry numbers caught the light. "The Nereid," Aisha muttered, her voice dropping back into that low, dominant contralto as she expertly brought the zodiac alongside the towering steel wall. "Julian's primary deep-water transport. This ship doesn't exist on any corporate ledger. It hasn't docked in a civilian port in five years." A heavy cargo net was thrown over the side, hitting the rubber tube of the zodiac with a wet thud. "Up, Elara!" Aisha commanded, grabbing the back of my life vest with a terrifying, effortless strength and hoisting me toward the ropes. "The clock is down to forty-five hours, and the Atlantic transport leaves from Nova Scotia by sunrise. Move!"

he says. “Aye.” I narrow my eyes to get a better look. I lock my gaze, watching the ship slowly approach until its detail becomes clearer. It’s large, about the size of my vessel. The flag becomes visible, but I can’t read it. It’s dark–black maybe–but I can’t make out the signal. Moments pass, and it becomes obvious the ship is sailing straight for us. “Kai?” Niko asks in the mind-link. “I’m in the mess hall, and you apparently aren’t. Is something wrong?”

Nicholas The sound of whirling rotors from the combat helicopters stirred the Thames the balmy air, approaching the docks of St. Katharina, the blades' reduced sounds creating a vortex wind, disturbing objects and dust on its path, they easily found The Green Meadows, its flag dancing on the wind. Landing stealthily, assault rifles ready, in practiced formation, crouched low, they advanced towards their target. A container ship, with a least ten aluminum 20' x 8' TEU, painted in dark blue. Sinclair was in one of those boxes. Possibly being tortured. His jaw clenched.

"Just a bit tired after the adrenaline rush, but otherwise I'm alright." Nestie was relieved. "I did my best to have them double back and fetch you right away." Then, after some silence, he added, "That was one freak storm we experienced. While it was happening, it felt like we were caught in a typhoon. We were lucky. I just hope no other vessel was caught in it." It was then that Lisa remembered the white yacht and its ghostly presence. She recalled how it seemed to glow in the mist and the gold letters written on its side – The Golden Cowrie.

Nerina yells, running up the gangway of her ship. “Hey no fair! We need to vote on that.!” Anne calls after her, running up behind her. All the girls run up the gangway to the deck of the ship, leaving us on the dock, wondering what in the fuck just happened. Once we’ve come to our senses, we walk up the gangway and onto the deck of the ship. “We have christened her the Sirens Curse.” Nikita says proudly, puffing out her chest. “Do any of you even know how to sail a ship?” Edward inquires.

This explained the bronzed skin of Nelson because he got suntanned over time, Naomi thought. "Here," They stopped in front of a white pearl cruise with an embedded cursive wording name, "Fair Lady" on its body. "Careful," Said Nelson, holding her hand as they descended into the luxurious vessel, they are welcomed by two cabin crew. Naomi takes a cautious step while observing the view along the path towards the deck with Nelson behind. This is a whole new experience to her, never in her dreams, she would dare to even fantasize about this. Does God had finally open His heart to enlighten her? She pondered.