Odysseus Boat Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes for a moment, her head hanging in grief or prayer before stepping back with the rest of the group. The boat seemed to be made of some sort of compressed fiber and a blue sail stuck up from a mast on the bow. Ellis looked up at Logan questioningly. he crouched to whisper in her ear. "It will float for, perhaps, half a day or so until the fibers become waterlogged. The wind will draw it out to sea where it will sink gradually beneath the waves."

And there, anchored at the shore, was a boat. It was large, carved of dark wood and etched with runes that breathed faintly in the moonlight. Gauze curtains fluttered at the sides; pale gold, translucent and dusted with silver motes, revealing plush seats and lanterns glowing with amber fire. The vessel exuded a strange allure...like something built not for war or travel, but for passionate indulgence. Valia tilted her head at the boat. “That looks… wildly out of place.” Ligon frowned. “It looks like bait.”

***** Four days ago, we departed on one of the boats Travis and Rhett left behind, from a western shore of Asiarian. Something we had never figured out, was how Orion and his army of rogues and crawlers got around the realm so fast. Boats: Supercharged 80-foot yachts for the higher-ups and smaller cargo ships that had custom-built engines that were faster than a regular boat, with upgraded GPS and tracking equipment. I bet King Kellen’s top tech, Damon, would have a field day with these.

Yeah, I'm scared," Cyrus growled and squeezed off a five-round burst. Osquip cackled as the bullets bounced off of him and embedded in the wall, "You'll have to do better than that human," Osquips belly began to glow sinister blue. The light traveled up the torso, over the throat, and stopped at the mouth. "Get to the main deck," Cyrus shouted. The pair scrambled up the stairs just as bright blue flames consumed the wooden stairs. "I didn't know they could do that," Cyrus admitted. "It doesn't matter. We know the imp can do it now," Warren shouted over the roar of the flames. "Looks like we'll have to damage the boat to get the female gigas out," Warren pointed to the floor.

No matter what happened, no matter how unsettled I or my wolf became, there was no way I was turning back without that vial. The boat was nothing like the one Leo and I had been on the evening before. It was a basic dive vessel used for guided scuba trips, essentially a large, covered pontoon boat. Two long benches ran along either side beneath a heavy canvas roof meant to block the sun. The steering wheel sat up front with no chair beside it. It was stripped down and purely functional, but it would do what we needed it to do.

The boat surged away from the dock, the powerful engines churning the harbor water into a white, frothing wake. The freelancers reached the edge of the pier, their silhouettes framed by the burning cars. They fired into the receding boat, the bullets pocking the steel hull with metallic thuds, but the *Redemption* was already out of range, carving a path toward the open sea. Alessandro stood at the stern, watching Trapani shrink into a speck of brown and grey against the Sicilian coast. He felt the vibration of the boat beneath him—a vessel called "Redemption" that was currently carrying everything he loved into the unknown.