Obi Wan Ship Novels & Stories

“That’s why we’re taking the Star of India.” I can feel my eyes pop open wide. Looking around the table, I can see I’m not the only one wearing a stunned expression. The Star of India is an almost two century old ship and is by far the biggest sailing boat I’ve ever seen—over two hundred feet long with three towering masts. Back before The Incident, the ship had been maintained as a floating museum that took sail out onto the open water once or twice a year. When it became clear that motorized ships were too dangerous to use, the Navy made sure it continued to maintain the vessel, in case a boat its size was ever needed. I guess that time has come.

he jumped down from the ship. “Ah!” Wen Ro hugged his neck tightly. Bai Wren smoothly landed on the ground. With a wave of his hand, he caught the spirit ship which had turned into a miniature toy version and stuffed it into his space pouch. “Why did you just jump? You could have hurt yourself,”” “I don’t get hurt,”

The reporter was still on air, “the man had confessed that his boss, the personal assistant to Mrs. Smith, the governor’s wife, Jake Mason had given the orders to go steal from the Mayor sent to them… “Oops!” “And he had done just that. Investigations are still carried out, we’ll get to you immediately after this break.” The driver took a swerve into another bushy lane, the leaves clapped the windscreen as he increased the speed, when he got to the shores he put on the brakes. “Here you are ladies.” The shore was a very lively zone, Islanders were at a certain area taking care of their speed boats and ships. There was a massive ship at one end with an ‘Opened' sign on it. That would be the s

She panicked. "Banyu, hurry!" Larasati shouted. "This ship moves depending on the wind and ocean currents! Do you think it can move on its own?!" Banyu Sangkala did not know that his ship was also being pulled by a white whale. However, the white whale's swimming speed could not match the speed of the black Makara. "Wijaya's crossbow; red lightning arrow!"

Wilbur looked at Eileen as he asked, "What do we do? Surely we can't fly over in broad daylight?" "Don't worry, I've already arranged for a ship. No matter what, I'm still an elder of the Kiwanis Club." Eileen smiled slightly before she dialed a number. Not long after that, a cruise ship came over and stopped by the pier. Looking at that luxurious cruise ship, Wilbur smiled and said, "You really are rich." "I have enough to buy a ship, at least," Eileen smiled as she boarded the ship. Wilbur followed her as well.

The water roiled and hissed, threatening to crash down and crush them all. "I am Saoirse of the Silver Branch," she announced, her voice amplified by the tunnel of water. "I broke the God-Shell. I burned the Throne. And if you touch him, I will snap this ship in half like a dry twig." She glared at Vane. "Do you want to sell us, Captain? Or do you want to keep your ship?" Vane stared at the water hovering above his head. He looked at the violet fire burning in Saoirse’s eyes.

It wasn't the Holy Syndicate. From the fog emerged a fleet of "Ghost Ships"—commercial freighters, private yachts, and even fishing trawlers, all manned by people who had been "Decommissioned" by the Syndicate’s global seizure. They were the waitresses from Singapore, the coders from Geneva, and the soldiers from New York who had refused to go back to their "Stations." The lead ship, a battered Northwood icebreaker, pulled alongside the black sand. A woman stepped onto the deck—Mina, her eyes tired but free of the neon-green glow. Beside her stood a thousand others, their faces grim and determined.

This mode of transportation would allow us to get back to the mainland under the radar. “Diego and Felipe will meet us at the docks with supplies,” Rei said as Joaquín pulled away from Bella and accelerated through the darkness. The five outboard engines roared to life as we skimmed over the waves with the wind in our faces. The sun wouldn’t rise for another two hours. There’d be no sightings of us coming on land. When the sun rose, Joaquín and the cigarette boat would be back out to sea. Wanderland was closed to the public by the time we arrived. With Diego and Felipe as our backup, Rei and I entered through the back of the club.

Jason opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Mia’s voice cut through gently but firm. “There’s a ship,” she said, looking between the Elders and Jason. “Fourteen day cruise. It departs from Adelaide, loops through New Zealand, then the top of Australia, and ends in Bali before returning. You’d be off pack lands, out of reach of duty, and… maybe closer to fate.” Nathan crossed his arms, glancing at Jason. "Wouldn’t kill us to relax. Just once." Jason sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll think about it.”

Keiynan feels frightened as it looks like an enemy’s ship. “Hana, we must get out of here. It must be Captain Black Beard’s another crew ship.” Confident tone of his voice. “Keiynan’s right. One of Queen Cora’s mermaids saw them approaching here on the island.” Chen said. Hana also wanted to go away from that ship but as they all wanted to leave, the ship is already few miles from them.