Queen Mary Ship Deaths Novels & Stories

The wood didn't just splinter—the moisture inside the massive trunk froze instantly under the sub-zero temperatures, causing the entire mast to explode outward with a deafening crack that shook the flagship from stem to stern. The massive sails, heavy with rainwater and burning pitch, collapsed inward, burying the artillery crews beneath a mountain of burning canvas. The flagship began to list violently to the port side, its double hull taking on hundreds of gallons of water through the shattered oar-ports below. "She’s going down!" Kaelen yelled, a wild cheer rising from the soldiers along the piers as the Sultan’s proudest warship began its slow, inevitable descent into the black depths of

Seeing the questions flooding my mind, Serena speaks up, “Josh, we are out of time with the future with Selene. I’m sure you are wondering what that means. But honestly the last goddess died out before either of us were born. It took a witch like me with the last goddess’ tears to bring Selene to life. Things then were worse than they are now. But they will be like that again if Augustus gets his way. He’s on his way down that path already. Butchering his kingdom so it flows red with blood. Adina is the only one who can see the future now.” “THAT’S why it’s red!” “That’s why what’s red?” “The portal in your office that shows Augustus’. The castle is red, everything else is red in that kingdo

What was a bit comforting to everyone was that the grandmother and Angel had returned safely, and Lewis had survived. Subsequently, several people came to the hospital. Lewis was lying on the hospital bed, showing no signs of waking up. The internet was still reporting the news of the typhoon, and the official also reported the number of casualties at sea. Louis called Steven to inquire about the situation at sea. In the current list of found deceased, there was no Judy. At that time, Philip took nearly fifty assassins out to sea, but now only a dozen bodies have been found. In the evening, the police who went out to sea for the search brought new news, finding the body of the deceased Phili

We hit the cold, churning water, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. As I surfaced, choking, I saw the chaos: Kovacs’s ship engulfed in flames and Coast Guard vessels surrounding the debris field. The war was definitively over. But the final cost was yet to be paid. Just as the Coast Guard vessels closed in to pull us from the debris, a small, dark projectile arced through the air from the wreckage of Kovacs's boat and landed with a quiet thunk on the deck of the Coast Guard cutter now closing in on us. It wasn't a flare.

"Do it." I dived. One shot. Precise. The slug shattered the rudder control mechanism at the stern of the ship. The flagship groaned, its propellers spinning uselessly. It began to drift, turning in a slow, helpless circle. The other destroyers were dead in the water, their electronics fried. The fleet was paralyzed. "Attention, harbor," I broadcast on all channels. "This is Queen Marigold. Your ships are disabled. Your weapons are junk. Your Captain is a coward."

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.

They were a very good size and shape, certainly not Dolly Parton sized but pretty big anyway. “While I was away,” Mary Ann continued looking and sounding very upset, “Rod and Emma were both killed in a wreck, near the romantic mountain retreat they were staying in.” She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I did this to keep Rod, and lost him while it was happening, he never ever saw them.” Mary Ann started crying and I walked around to comfort her, she stood up and we hugged while she cried on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a while and she finally calmed down a bit.

Beatrice perched on the sofa opposite, leaning forward in anticipation. “Me an’ Agnes dug deep an’ uncovered a sorry tale, make no mistake,” Maud said quietly. “The ship was called The Raven. A galleon that sank off the coast of Ashby-on-Sea in 1588. Captain was a fella by the name of Jackson Crane. A God-fearin’ man, like many around them times. Maybe that explains why folk did what they did, but havin’ a reason don’t make everythin’ ye do in life right.” Beatrice frowned. “What do you mean?”

A woman was in the middle, and her soaked dark hair hung to her waist. Anne! She was alive. Not yet strong enough to call out, he started to swim toward the boat before it left him behind. As he drew closer he recognized Godric, Ashton, Charles, Lucien, even Jonathan on board. Just beyond them two ships, the HMS Ranger and Ashton's merchant vessel Black Lily, were drifting around the wreckage of the Maiden Fair. The entire League and Anne were on that boat, all staring silently at something he could not see.

Sailing through Holkar was more complicated than they had predicted. Men were missing one by one that Finlay had to impose the law of counting themselves to ensure they were complete in number. Bloated dead bodies would float atop The water as the ships sailed by and it was rather saddening. Eleven men had died within two days. Finlay even gave strict orders to them to stay inside and not come out, but it was difficult because each man who took the job as a sailor died along the way.