Poirot: Problem At Sea Novels & Stories

I signalled the bartender for another drink again. I looked around the dingy bar. Couples and groups of friends filled the booths, laughing and having fun without a care. A feeling of jealousy and bitterness twisted in my gut. If only I could be so carefree. If only I could live a Normal life like every other person. I had drank more than six bottles of beer yet I wasn’t satisfied. A memory flashed as I remembered my first mate sisters harsh words at her brother's funeral: "Stay away from him unless you want to end up in the grave too." More tears stung my eyes. How many times had I heard that I was...cursed?

"If the system didn't see them, they were never truly bankrupt." A smaller rowboat lowered from the lead vessel, the rhythmic splash of oars echoing across the still harbor. When the boat hit the silt, a man stepped out. He was older, his face a map of sun-baked lines and salt-spray, wearing a coat made of heavy, dark wool. He looked at the charred remains of the Lotus, then at the skeletal ruins of Aurelia, and finally at us. "The signal stopped," the man said. His voice was deep, lacking the harmonic resonance of the Sovereign or the cold precision of the Archive. "The hum of the Spire finally went quiet. We came to see if there was anyone left who remembered how to speak without a signal.

"When you were handing out the ceremonial wine, someone bumped into you, and the wine spilled on my dress. My mate, Kyle, wiped the stains off for me, and you even said he was attentive. You remember that, don't you?" Helena shook her head. "Nora, I did pour the wine for you, but nobody bumped into me, and neither did anything spill." I looked down at my dress, and she was right. Not a single drop of wine marred the fabric—it was spotless. "This is impossible…" I mumbled. Just then, Garrett stepped forward. "Nora, we've searched the entire territory. There isn't a trace of the mate you described. We've also asked everyone here, and no one saw a mate by your side."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 The ascent from the depths was a grueling exercise in claustrophobia. The Nest breached the surface of the English Channel just as the sun began to sink, painting the sky in bruised purples and sickly oranges. The sea was no longer the vibrant blue of the travel brochures; it was choked with the grey ash of the Spire, a floating graveyard of synthetic materials that clogged the submersible's intake valves and forced Dr. Thorne to cut the engines more than once.

Elias remains behind me, his broad chest pressed against my back, one of his enormous hands splayed over my stomach as if even in sleep he needs to keep me anchored. The Noel Imperial is sailing at reduced speed—I can feel it from the change in the sway, from the different sound of the engines. We are approaching port. In a few hours, this floating world that became both my prison and my liberation will be nothing but a memory. I get up carefully, wrapping the sheet around my body. I go to the suite’s balcony, open the glass doors, and position myself at the railing. The morning wind is cool and salty, carrying the distant scent of land. On the horizon, I can already see the faint line that

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

We waited patiently until at exactly 11 pm we heard the first whistle of the approaching ship but it was faint and the red lights were visible from a distance. "Get on the boat boys", I gave the order. The men began to run to get things in other. The others headed to the boats splitting themself into two groups. My boat was a sixteen seater but i was just four of us in it while the other twelve men divided themselves into the other two boats. The pirates were ready to loot from us and we were ready to waste them. The machine guns pointed straight into the direction of the waters. we zoomed into the gross darkness of the sea.

He uttered with a grin. I smiled back, but our attention got dragged towards the shouts of the people who are running towards the huts with worry making us dash near to them. “The vessel got the fire.” Someone screamed. What vessel? I thought and then gasped, realizing Alastair and few men left for the war with a pirate ship in the morning. “Where?” Colton questioned them and they all pointed towards the shore near to this place. We ran to the place while those few people left to intimate the King and Queen. When we reached there, we saw a few warriors reached the land fully drenched in water.

The strong sea breeze slightly buffeted the hull of the boat, but it was no obstacle for them. “Damn it. How could that stupid Rocky be defeated by all of them? I have to find a way to get everything back,” Bob complained. His niece Novia did not respond and only rowed with a little help from her light magic. In the midst of the silence of the southern Central Sea, the sound of another ship broke the atmosphere. At first, the Atlantian man thought that it was just an ordinary ship. But it turned out that his guess was wrong. The three ships that were speeding towards them sounded their sirens.

Despite being very worried about Adele, he collapsed into an armchair and closed his eyes to rest, falling into a deep sleep as he hadn't done for days. Meanwhile, on the island, Santiago and his men had managed to beach the boat as much as possible. It tilted against the onslaught of waves that were becoming increasingly violent, along with the wind and rain that fell in large quantities. They tied it to the rocks, trying to keep it in place and prevent it from moving too much.