Poirot: Problem At Sea Novels & Stories

Smith and Clara landed on the port side, and Elizabeth and Paul on the Starboard side. The sea bed is muddy—difficulty walking. All the senior people on the ship were sitting and watching the ROV videos. The captain and the shift supervisor were staring at the NAV screen in the wheelhouse. It was the coldest day in December. The task time is thirty minutes. Both groups moved forward slowly. "Confirmed three large containers, starboard side," Paul reported. Along with Paul,Elizabeth approached the container.

’ Pontefract said through the handset. ‘Nothing that isn’t now resolved,’ Frobisher said. ‘Rendezvous at Bishop’s Cragg. Out.’ He switched off the radio and slipped it back into his pocket, though the gun remained fixed upon Miller. ‘What about the boy overboard, sir?’ the henchman said. ‘Let the ocean have him,’ Frobisher said. *** At Dorsal Finn library, Patience immediately saw there was something wrong. To begin with, the library doors were open, not ajar but thrown wide.

EZREAL’S POV It had been two full days since. Two days filled with nothing but numbers, calls, and problems that just wouldn’t stop coming. I barely had time to breathe, and even when I did, it felt like breathing only made me angrier. The last call ended with another headache. One of my cargo ships—gone. Sank in the middle of the damn ocean. The report said pirates attacked in the dead of night. A million-dollar shipment was lost, just like that.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

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 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.

“We pay you. Watch your tone.” Pigo snorted, walked toward the center of the room. “You don’t pay me enough for this heat. Lorenzo’s still alive. The woman you kidnapped? Rescued. Every rat tunnel you built around the Audreys is now caving in, and you expect me to dance for you?” Henry stepped forward, voice low and lethal. “Then why are you here, Pigo?” There was silence for a moment. Pigo licked his lips. “Because I’m not a fool. If this ship sinks, I want my cut before it hits the ocean floor. I got a message. The Audreys are starving us out. Frozen accounts. Fake properties seized. They know everything.”

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.

“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.