Nuzi Ship Novels & Stories

“Outboard.” Jack motioned: a silent four-count. They flowed to the lip. Below, the culvert widened into a tide pool where two skiffs sat half in, half out. One was empty. The other—a matte-black Zodiac—held a tactical crate and a folded tarp. Water lapped. A faint wake tugged at the rubber keel. “Just missed them,” Bruno whispered.

I stopped the car and looked at her. "Out," I said. "This isn't a house," Norah said. "It's mine," I said. I led her inside. The room had no windows. There were computer screens on the walls and a bed in the back. Elias was sitting at a table with a laptop. He looked at me. "The Kranes hit the south docks," Elias said. "The shipment?" I asked. "Burned," Elias said. "They left a message." He showed me a photo on his screen.

— Viridian Nautilus Class: Frigate Role: Rapid Support Bridge Officer: Captain Harwood Armament Broadside Turrets: 16x [M2] Broadside Emplacements: 8x [M2] Topside Drone Bay [24/24] — The frigate’s massive bottom thrusters glowed brightly as power coursed through them. The whole thing picked up speed, faster and faster as the moments ticked by. It only took seconds before it too shot forward with a ridiculous amount of speed. Muse squadron immediately banked to slow down as they flew over the settlement, having reached the township minutes before the enemy’s skirmish forces could arrive.

The prow of the nightingale cut through the small waves while the wind pushed it along the watery surface. Gael held fast to the ship's steering wheel with Al' Miraj asleep on his shoulder. The grizzled ship captain had grown used to the ball of fur, and no longer complained about its presence. Aurelia and Zinjo spent their days keeping peace among the crew. At night they would dine with Gael and talk about the next leg of the journey. Zinjo and Aurelia were anxious to get to Lemuria to find the runes required to make the witch trap bottles. That night it was vegetable stew, again.

(Park Zuo Yung) In the list I also included Choi Jin Su to bought a battleship 3 of them to be exact, I wasn’t a destroyer class ships, a little smaller but still it was something that were used by any Coast Guards. In a sense people do have reason to worry about it. I need that ship to build the Aeternum Navies, then again, aside from that ship I also have her bought a 5 ferries and 2 container ship and she done it just like I ordered. Park Zuo Yung Put on my table, a tablet, and I looked over all the ship conditions from the photos she provided.

After a bow, Nathan said, “Fear not, Mrs. Burton. Aside from the bedrooms, every inch of the ship has cameras installed, so nobody is doing anything vile undetected!” Feeling slightly speechless, she glanced at Zivon before muttering, “…When did you even plan all this…?” To that, Zivon simply smirked. Just as Zayne had said, he wasn’t one to allow lightning to strike twice… and after shaking his head, he eventually replied, “Doesn’t matter. What matters is whether you still feel unsafe after seeing all this…” …She had to admit that he had plenty of security measures down… and in the end, all she could do was nod, prompting everyone to cheer before boarding the cruise ship together…

“Come on, sister. Be fair. How about a personal destroyer-class cruiser? I have one docked at the eastern port right now. The Northwind God. I barely touch the steering wheel.” “She does not want your oversized metal tin, Leif,” Zaria cut in smoothly. She pinned the brooch to her lapel. “If Penelope wants a ship, I will give her the Venus. It has twin-turbo engines and spelling wards that can outrun any pack hunter in the hemisphere.” “The Venus has no firepower,” Leif countered, his voice rising as he stepped into Zaria’s space. “My ship can blast a hole through a pack house from three miles out.”

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?”

"Bruise three points port. He'll favour the milk, and we'll read the rim." We slid along the safer edge, our keel a whisper. Nightjar angled into open water, relieved to stop pretending to be a river. When she found honest sea under her, she breathed, a small looseness in her lines, a swagger she couldn't help. "There," Jas said softly, pointing starboard. A smudge where the horizon should have been a straight knife, low, flat, a dark breadcrumb from a world that eats ships: a cay, uncharted because no one wanted to put their name on a promise sand can break.