Poirot: Problem At Sea Novels & Stories

Seawater overflowed onto the deck and the boat started rocking side to side. The man stepping on me lost balance and fell onto the floor. Withstanding the pain, I crawled up and raised my head. Dicken’s tail clung to the boat’s mast as he propped his body upright, overseeing the situation on the boat from above like a harbinger of death. He roared fiercely before pouncing onto the pirate that had stepped on me. With a mighty swing from his long tail, several of the pirates who were ready to fire their guns were toppled over.

They couldn't fathom the disappearance of their charge, nor could they comprehend the inexplicable circumstances that had unfolded before them. Whispers of speculation and confusion spread among the witnesses, their voices filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. The unexpected event had shattered the facade of a joyous occasion, leaving in its wake an unsettling void. As the river resumed its tranquil state, the boats remained motionless, their occupants now united in an unspoken realization—that the waters had claimed Lilith, the boat, and the fate that had been thrust upon her.

The swollen black veins shrank instantly, crushed under the sheer, suffocating volume of my tribrid bloodline. Outside, a loud groan echoed over the water. "They lost us!" Cade shouted from the deck. "The lead boat just killed its engine! They're spinning in circles!" Without the magical signal guiding them through the dark sea, the mercenaries were blind. Their speedboats were moving too fast in open water without night-navigation markers, and they couldn't see where our unlit boat was heading. Soren's head dropped back against the floorboards, his breathing heavy and ragged, but the yellow light was completely gone. The mark was dead skin.

The gate behind me swung open, revealing a trembling man, identified by Jarek as Alphonso, the center’s director. “He must have seen my car outside,” I mused with a smirk. My Maserati MC20 sports car was a rare sight within and beyond the pack. Its mere presence struck fear into hearts, much like me—dubbed Doom, the harbinger of death. Punishment, unfailingly, meant death. Hence, my pack christened me as such. The man rushed over to stand before me, clearly overwhelmed by my aura. “Welcome to Star Ocean Mer...Mermaid Home,” his words stumbled over each other, accompanied by beads of cold sweat.

On the yacht heading to an island for our wedding, the lower deck suddenly comes under attack by a rival mafia family. A shrill alarm rings across the sea as the yacht tilts violently, sending me crashing against the deck. I press one hand against my barely visible pregnant belly and cling to the railing with the other. Thankfully, I manage to stop myself from going overboard. But my fiance, Don Arturo Venturi, immediately pulls Elena Donati into his arms. With the yacht about to sink, the Soldati shout for everyone to put on life jackets and jump overboard, then swim to the lifeboats. I finally get my hands on the last life jacket, only for Arturo to snatch it away. He puts it on Elen

“I just want her to be fine no matter where she is…I can’t imagine not having her here with…” “It would never come to that”, Solandis assured Marcella and herself. *** Votigern and his crew were aboard a stolen ship, they had taken it from a sailor and had hoisted his body overboard after he had been mutilated many times. He could have easily used one of his ships from his fleets for the trip but they were way over on another coast and he couldn’t afford to wait for them. They had sailed for almost two weeks and were currently on the waters of the dreary sea. He noticed that his crew had been on the edge since they got to these parts of the water.

They reached the Holkar sea which was known to be the largest to sail through. Sometimes men go missing because of the treacherous sea beasts and blowing-amulet sirens. They were all prepared for this sea which would take a week to cross. Holkar was the fifth and most dangerous sea among the seven seas before South. Finlay ensured Ophelia didn't leave the room. Thankfully she had regained her memory, but he couldn't risk having her out there anymore. After what Alexander made her suffer.

“We were skirting a storm in the strait, a day or so out of the waters of Maatua. They sabotaged the ship. I don’t know their motives–whether they wanted Brie dead, or if we were being followed by another ship, and they meant to kidnap her, but the storm would have made the latter impossible.” Ryatt glances over his shoulder at Sydney. His dark, reddish-brown hair trembles as he gives Ryatt a short nod in confirmation of… something. “We ended up in the water,” I tell them, narrowing my eyes as I glance between Ryatt and Sydney. “Brie and I. Ron, the Chief Engineer, and Charlie, the second captain, were able to get on a lifeboat before the wave–” I close my eyes against the memory of Brie spr

he said hysterically. I shrugged and relaxed into my seat. "Im sorry, but that has nothing to do with me. And even if it did, I'm quite sure that there's no way one man can become the alpha of all alphas. That kind of power can not be given to just one person." I shrugged again "but oh well, it's no business of mine" "What the hell is your problem?" He yelled at me as he stood up from the chair. "How can you be so nonchalant and apathetic towards the issue preying at us, what if you lose your life in this war?"

The pirates were filled with despair when they heard this. Their weapons had been confiscated, and they did not even have a rope that they could use to climb aboard a cargo ship. Their lifeboat was now without power, and it was also filled with holes. In this situation, not to mention hijacking a cargo ship, but even if a cargo ship were to pass by their side, the surge of waves could knock and overturn their lifeboat. At this time, the junior captain from Ten Thousand Armies said, “Alright, it’s getting late. It’s time to get going.”