Poirot: Problem At Sea Novels & Stories

It was about us. I returned to my room and burned the photo. I watched the edges curl. Watched his smile disappear under flame. Not because I wanted to forget him. But because I needed to remember what we were fighting for wasn’t a memory. It was a future. One neither of us was guaranteed to see. Gia knocked once and stepped inside. “They made a move.” “Who?” “Voronin’s. Paolo’s men. They hit the port.” “Losses?” “Three. Injured. No deaths.”

It feels like a stolen jewel I want to hide in my pocket. The door opens. The peace shatters instantly. Ciro fills the doorway. He is wearing his working face—a mask of granite and suppressed violence. "We have a problem," Ciro rumbles. Aureliano marks his page and sets the book down. The laziness vanishes. The predator snaps back into focus. "What kind of problem?" Aureliano asks. "The Port," Ciro says. "Pier 4." I sigh. A long, heavy exhale that pushes against my ribs.

Bolts now wreathed in fire, flew straight towards the Kolysian vessels settings its passengers, both machine and sapient on fire. But with that brief moment of superiority, their barriers were now broken and their position could now be seen. The activity on each boat had heightened despite Drent’s work. Skelemek machine men creaked and sputtered as they turned to face their new charge. The pirate’s emotions turned from fear to outrage as they fired their staeves and rods at the entrenched warehouse. They were far from range of course. Most, if not all of the pirate group were returning to Orobar Hill. As they charged for the docks, Drent continued his work, pelting away at whatever Kolysian

He smiled, he slightly understood what was the mermaid wanted to say. B-But you never came back. I didn’t realize that my eyes were flooding with tears. “Why are you crying Nolan?” Orlene asked. I shook my head, “N-No, it’s nothing.” I replied. “It will be much better if you will not ask him more,” Amansinaya said. Orlene seemed to understand it so she just kept herself quiet. “Let’s go?” Amansinaya asked; we nodded at her. The setting sun was the last thing I saw as the time we went underneath the sea.

He was all bloody and he wasn’t breathing. Carl took out his phone and called for help. He was speaking in Italian and I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I ran to Aaron’s side to try and get him to wake up. I couldn’t touch his chest and torso but his face was still red which meant there was still some sort of blood flowing. I lightly slapped his face “Aaron wake up , please open your eyes. Come back to us . You can’t go we need you to be alive. I’m sorry .If I didn’t run you wouldn’t have come down to the coast and gotten shot Don’t leave me. I love you …”

Astra’s pov: “Ugh…this pain. It just won’t leave me alone!” I pounded my palm on my head and closed my eyes. A thought had been gnawing on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I reached out for the glass of water on the table beside me. My hands shook and the glass dropped with a huge crash. Pieces of sharp glass remained shattered on the wet floor. I stepped into the pool of water. An especially large piece of glass was right in front of me, its sharp edge pointing right at my toe. I continued to stare at it as if I expected it to move away from me on its own.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. “What about Peter? I don't see him anywhere.” Soheila asked Theodore. “He's following us.” “What about the ship?” “Destroyed.” Theodore shrugged his shoulders. Soheila's jaw dropped. “The whole ship was destroyed?!” Her voice was quite loud, the six birds and the others heard her. They turned around and looked at Soheila and Theodore, wondering what ship was destroyed.

During one of their first few nights in the vast open water, Nero saw, or imagined he saw, a vessel standing for them under a press of sail, as though it would run them down. Luna in particular affirmed that it was the ship that once sank due to a storm, and that it must certainly be it, or at least it was its the apparition. According from what she heard, there was once a ship that was lost off the {Cape of Good Hope, change the name}, and every soul on board perished. Wasting no time, the cats approached their masters to report this sighting. As they ran as fast as their four stubby legs could take them, they cried to their fellow members.

I Midnight, the Pirates’ Captain was awakened when he felt that their boat was moving violently. He was about to stand-up when the sudden roughness of the sea stopped and their boat slowly returned to its normal sailing. Then he noticed the Thregonad woman beside him whose eyes are now open too and seemed to be dreamily smiling at him. “So, you are awake too. Based from your smile I have a hint that you wanted me to fuck you. Is that right woman?” he asked the woman in a savage way to turn her off, but the woman smiled more.

He asked. " Oh, ahem.. I am eh.. Salomon. I was sent by the sailor. He couldn't make it today." Pete replied with a stupid smile, all his teeths outside. " Hmm I see…. So Mr Sebawa…" " Salomon.." " Mr Salomon, why haven't you offloaded the crates? And where are the rest of the crew members, are they sick too?" The leader of Dagon's men asked. " Actually, yes. They all caught a contagious sea sickness called Paradiso Corn Syndrome which gives a running stomach, so they are currently hospitalized." Pete said, still keeping the stupid smile.