Novel Ship 소설 & 이야기

“A big one. The ships we saw in the harbor were just the scouts. My scouts on the ridge are reporting a new kind of fleet approaching from the West. They are not using steam or fire. They are moving in total silence. They are blacker than the night, and they are eating the light as they move.” ​I turned my gaze toward the sea. My vision zoomed across the miles, piercing through the mist and the snow. I saw them. There were twelve of them, shaped like giant, obsidian needles. They did not have sails or engines. They seemed to slide through the air by erasing the space in front of them. As they passed over the water, the waves went flat and gray. The birds that flew too close simply fell from

Seedlings gave us hope for a future at safehold. My mother stood beside me, excited almost. As if she couldn't wait to pay an old friend a visit. Some crew members stayed behind to help rebuild homes, while some would depart permanently at Rapier Port. Bittersweet, but I understood. I didn't know if Charles would be in Rapier Port, but as we pulled beside the pier, I saw a sparkling and brand new ship with the flag of a heart outlined in a ribcage. The Bone Heart. As I said, predictable.

The night of New Year's day was extraordinarily cold. Brock stood in the cabin of the ship, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his fierce and ruthless eyes. The huge scar on his face twitched every once in a while as he smoked his cigarette. The light altered from dark to bright, like a wildfire in the night. There was only a dark circle of light on the ship. The ship was anchored at a dark and unnoticeable corner so that it wouldn't attract any attention. Several figures approached the ship and hopped onto it.

“You think this little piece of stone can save you?” He raised his hand, and the door in the sky glowed brighter. More primal warriors emerged, hundreds of them, filling the sky. And behind them, something else began to emerge—something massive, something that blocked out the stars. It was a ship. A massive, black ship, covered in the same twisted metal as the figure’s crown, pulsing with primal energy. It loomed over the valley, its size so great it seemed to touch the clouds. And on its hull, in glowing purple letters, was a word that made Cole’s blood run cold.