Ninjago Ships Novels & Stories

People cried in pain from Donoghue’s explosion, and people were falling as well. At that moment, thousands of boats a few miles away were slowly sailing in their direction. Those boat troops were arranged tidily. Leading them was a huge ship with a black flag flying over ten feet tall. There was a white shark logo on the flag with the words ‘Blood Shark’ printed on it. It was flying grandly when blown by the sea breeze. They were the Blood Shark Pirates. A muscular man was seated on the deck of the huge ship. It was the leader, Hidden Dragon. Behind him were the sexy Blood Sherlock Four Sisters.

Rick said "Well, we are under a time constraint. We only have a couple of weeks to reclaim our property before it will be lost forever. Each ship is worth $1 billion, so we're talking over $3 billion for the ships alone. Then there is the cargo as well to consider. I really have no choice in the matter at this point." The African continent was made up of a lot of different countries. But the ones of concern to RBG Group were mainly along the eastern coast. The ships that had been hijacked were currently sitting just off the shore of the eastern tip of South Africa. They had been assaulted around the vicinity of Madagascar to the east of the mainland. The ships had sailed from India through t

A day had passed. Somewhere deep in Azurath, Viggo was speeding across the terrain on his Ghostgator when a massive shadow loomed ahead—a Destroyer-class spaceship had appeared directly in his path. "So I couldn't shake them after all," Viggo muttered. He didn't seem all that surprised. He'd already blasted over a dozen Ruin Order ships on the way here and had changed course more times than he could count. But this beast showing up meant their main force had finally caught up.

Jago ran toward us, his face grimy with oil and sweat. "Zora! We’ve got the 'Void-Mines' set in the water, but they’ve got 'Pulse-Burners' on those ships!" Jago yelled over the roar of the ocean. "We're holding a knife to a gunfight!" "Then we change the rules of the fight," I said, stepping off the shuttle. I looked up. The clouds were parting, revealing the massive, white-gold hull of the South Spire flagship, the Ascension. It was beautiful and terrible, a floating mountain of corporate arrogance. And I knew she was on the bridge. Elena.

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

Each of them gathered around one of the design tables, and began to work together to build what seemed to be a large drone. Raijin had named her corvette Maetel’s Lament, based on her mother’s absolute favorite manga from when she was Raijin’s age. She considered it her tribute to her family back on Earth. The corvette also had her own dedicated pilot and copilot pair. Of course, they didn’t need their own engineer, considering there were a number of them aboard already. The fourth and largest ship to the fleet was a sleek and curvy destroyer, which they aptly named the Raven’s Refuge. The destroyer itself was created by the de Jardins, specifically by their official ship manufacturing branc

The Shipyard Showdown The shipyard was dark, the only light coming from flickering street lamps and the headlights of blacked-out SUVs parked near a massive cargo ship. Armed men patrolled the area, their guns at the ready. Alejandro, Aria, Miguel, Valentina, and Jace crouched behind a stack of shipping containers, watching. “There,” Aria whispered, pointing. Santiago stood near the loading docks, his shoulder heavily bandaged, his expression furious as he spoke to his men. Alejandro’s jaw tightened. This was it. “Plan?” Jace whispered. Alejandro’s eyes didn’t leave Santiago. “We go in, take them out fast. No one leaves alive except him.”

He's the plan. The room seemed to collectively hold its breath. "In the past week, while the world has been tearing down the past, Jonah and I have been designing the future." He nodded to Jonah, who stepped forward. Jonah’s voice was clear and steady, without a trace of arrogance. “We’ve secured independent funding. We’re not rebuilding Roberts Global. We’re building something new. The Roberts-Jones Foundation. Its first project is the Aegis fleet. Converted container ships, retrofitted to serve as mobile disaster relief stations, equipped with water purifiers, medical facilities, and temporary housing. The first will be ready to deploy to the South Pacific in six months.”

She spotted him across the way giving out orders. “What the hell is going on?” Claire asked, reaching Jonah's side. “Have a nice nap?” Jonah asked his voice trying to be light but his eyes were fixated on something. She ignored his comment and followed his eyes. An incoming ship. She looked at the ship and her stomach sank. It was one of the Queen’s ships. Her eyes shot across to Jack. He didn't notice her, he was too busy in the midst of his men preparing them for battle. “Is he crazy! That's one of the actual queen’s ships! It's not just some pruny ship that has one or two cannons.” Claire shouted at Jonah.

Holding her hand as we walked merely confirmed it. - "Oh, look!" she said, as we went down the hill toward the docks. "A fleet coming in!" Half a dozen sleek warships were gliding into harbour, with flags raised. A successful run, then. Three of the ships belonged to Inavar the Wolf. The others were independent captains, no doubt happy to sail under his banner. The return of a fleet like this was a major occasion for the city. There would be plunder to be unloaded, catalogued and appraised. An auction would follow, in a few days. There would also be business for the taverns and brothels as the sailors spent their shares.