Razzle X Dazzle Ship Novels & Stories

​The Respiration didn't land so much as it anchored itself into the sea, its massive, barnacled hull groaning as it settled against the basalt pedestal of the spire. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—sections of sleek Sterling "White-Steel" welded to rusted industrial scavenge and draped in a hardy, vacuum-resistant strain of Whisper-Moss that glowed with a sickly, pale violet light.

Before they boarded the ship, Ami and Mabel couldn’t help but gawk at the massive ship. For her part, Ami had only seen photos of it when she was in college. The Gonzales’ just purchased the ship and Rain was so proud that the first thing he did was show a photo of it to Ami. Of course over the years, the ship had undergone a makeover to modernize it. It had nearly cost the Gonzales’ their fortune. If not for Mrs. Gonzales’ business acumen, they could have gone bankrupt. Now gazing at it up close, it felt surreal for Ami. Her jaw dropped at the massive size but she at once remembered who she was with so as quickly as she could, she nudged Mabel on her side which earned her a glare. “Close yo

Aika: Retrieve successful! Yesha appears on the bridge of her ship. The DJS Light of the Grey is a heavy destroyer fully crewed with 60 men and women supporting The Directive Dimensional Fleet. A common design of the heavy destroyer ships of The Directive is having almost the same schematics as a battle cruiser stripped of the missile and torpedo pods. A destroyer degrades further with the removal of the railgun. Both types of destroyers have a tonnage or 200000 tons.

AS of right now, The Sea Cheta ship that Duchess Kolarova and her 4 confidant were sailing actually looked like a jet propelled ship that gliding through water, so fast that if anyone who saw it can only see a shiloutte of blurs splashing waters across the sea. “GENERAL!!..IT’S PIRATE SHIP!!..”. (Aida Oneal) As they were concentrate rowing their inhumanely fast ship, their path ahead were blocked, Aida Oneal was fast to see the ship flag, it was the famous black flack that were waving on top of the ship sail. Aida who doesn’t stop paddling shouted back to her general to warned her. “DON’T STOP!!…EVERYONE FULL SPEED!!..BRACE!!! BRACE!!!!…HHAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!….”. (Duchess Kolarova)

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

As they neared the end Mark caught sight of a boat in the water, unlike any he'd seen before. He could see it was a double-hulled Catamaran, but it wasn't a sailboat. It was like two speedboats welded together then given to Ferrari to turn into something fast and cool. A large cabin sat astride the two hulls with angled windows, topped by a small seating area upstairs, and the entire ship was coated in a kind of metallic charcoal colour. It looked fast, predatory and dangerous. "This is the Betsy," Captain Wales announced and Mark chuckled. "Something funny, lad?"

The high-pitched shriek of the proximity alarms was so piercing it felt like it was carving through the ear drums of everyone present. On the primary radar array, twelve distinct silhouettes emerged from the depths, closing in with a speed that defied conventional naval physics. As the high-definition imaging systems locked onto the lead vessel, the logo painted across its conning tower became visible—a massive, charcoal-black rose. In the sharp, clinical clarity of the cameras, the rose looked almost alive; its petals seemed to drip with fresh blood, and the thorny stems wrapped around the hull like a constricting serpent.

*** The ship was crashing down faster than a meteor heading down to Earth! " Hey, furball! " Daryl said as head held on to his seat. " I don't mean to be a backseat pilot but you might wanna pick this baby up ! " " Trying that ! " Rick said as he pulled up on the steering wheel. " My systems are showing a disturbance in the ship's magnetic structure! " Ziracco said. " I'm unable to restore control ! " " It's Carrie ! " I said standing up a holding on to the monitors around me.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The reception was held on a yacht named Illusion. It was a 290 footed ship with impressive exterior areas that included two Jacuzzi pools, a touch and go helipad, and incredible social areas. From the main deck, the stunning double height atrium gave off the feeling of space on board. This feeling was further enhanced by the fifteen metre long plaque of its name 'Illusion' written in bold letters that beamed brightly.

The evening breeze carried the salty tang of the sea and the cold fragrance of bourbon. Hidden in the shadows of Container No. 3 on the new dock, I clutched my gown so tightly that my fingertips turned pale. The piercing beam of the searchlight cut through the night, illuminating the deck of the cargo ship as if it were daytime. Vincenzo Rizzi stood at the center of the deck with his arm around Sofia Russo. Around her neck, the black diamond necklace gleamed harshly under the intense light, stinging my eyes.