Renga Ship Novels & Stories

Mara swirled around. Between the rocks outside on the sea a larger ship appeared. Not big as a cruise ship. But big enough. A rusty cutter. Without lighting. Almost noisy. Only the rhythmic stamping of the engine came over. Noah became pale. Elias stepped backwards. And Emilia began to tremble. Mara looked at the ship. A name was painted on the side. In the weak light she could only read a word. Asteria. Then she suddenly understood something. Not slow.

It was directly connected to the Redfort Straight and into the ocean, an advantage for The Esclava’s maiden voyage. Ruen was standing at the center of the deck observing the evident progress of the ship; at his back was the main pillar where most of the masts were directly connected for support. The anchor was positioned an inch below the freshwater, the sails were kept intact by the ropes, and the banner of the Regaleria Kingdom was hanged at the peak of the highest mast. Soon, this vessel would set sail for the first time, and he would make it sure that it would be back to Regaleria.

, Kael pressed out and checked his rifle. “Intact suits. No critical hull breaks,” Silas reported, whose hands trembled, while he calibrated his pad. We were in a far cleaner gear. The resin had this area of Ship not yet reached. Directly in front of us a massive double winged Tor with the verbal, engraved emblem of the First Fleet. COMMANDOZENTRALE. “Let’s see if this ship still has a steering wheel,” I said, forced my Heart for calming and lifting the thermal Vibro cutter. “We have an emergency signal,

It was so noisy, and it sounded like there were a few ships approaching them. Mya was shocked and instantly jumped out of bed. She saw Adrian and Lincoln standing quietly on the deck while more than twenty ships surrounded NS Trinaga from all directions in a three-thousand-foot ring. These ships had Black Nergal’s flags on them. “They’re here at last,” Mya said upon witnessing the scene before her. This was the situation that she had feared. Yet, what was the point of being worried? It was upon them at last. She looked toward Adrian and asked, “What should we do?”

Following the direction of his pointing finger, she observed the Norsewoman securing the horses by means of a makeshift halter fashioned from her belt, before leading them across to a tree. “This is Ragnar, my half-brother,” Ketil said. “In case you were wondering.” “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” she asked and held her breath. “Her name is Mia,” he stated. “My slave.” “Enchanting,” Ragnar said. This time, he wasn’t looking at the mare. When she saw the longship with its red sails and line of circular shields, bare-chested men on each side preparing to row, Miriam’s heart sank.

The kitchen in charge says, "Our kitchen with all the raw materials and types of equipment and tools with papers on the walls where we can read all the information for the day’s tasks are here." We would like to inform David that we are in need of your shares for the reconstructions of our shipyard because most parts of the ship have been damaged due to repeated trips in the Atlantic ocean. Reniel says as he continues to demonstrate those rusty engines that are difficult for the engineering crews to operate. He further implies, “The hardened mountains that obstruct our path require larger icebreaker tools,” the captain says.

The enemy ship is gaining ground, the distance closing faster than they hoped. The flag is clearer now, the blood-red skull a chilling promise against the black. The ship is large, menacing, built for speed and violence. It cuts through the water with relentless purpose, the gap between them shrinking with each passing moment. As it draws closer, the name painted in crimson letters becomes visible: The Crimson Vengeance.

From the beach below the ridge, where the blue ship was moored, a new sound began to drift up through the salt-grass—not a mechanical whistle, and not the crunch of an iron hull. It was the clear, resonant note of a brass foghorn, blowing three long, steady blasts from the deep fog out past the breakwater. And as the mist parted, we could see the shape of a third vessel approaching our shingle—not an audit cutter, and not a slate galley. It was a massive, white-painted hospital ship flying the tattered, red-cross flag of the First Era Relief Fleet, its decks crowded with thousands of blank, un-printed vellum sails that were currently filling with our valley's wind.

Kai By the time the ship draws near, it’s pretty clear that it’s Wyveronian. The flag’s stylized red dragon against the black background tells me as much, as does the ship’s name emblazoned on the side: Sea Flame. “At least they’re in human form,” Niko mumbles beside me. “Though, I’m pretty sure I can take ‘em regardless.” I exhale, turning to my Beta. “You’ve never once fought one of them. Hell, you’ve never even seen one of them shifted. Neither have I.”

She happily clapped her hands before calling for one of Aryan’s guards. Yet as she slightly raised her head, she happened to glance at the pier and saw a familiar ship docking. She squinted her eyes to see the flag clearly. It was painted with a distorted shape of a ship, appearing wavy like waves of the ocean. Atop the drawing of the abnormal shape, two same sized cups rest on a horizontal line, one on each end, which is balanced by a vertical line. This is the ship of the Miracle merchants! The one the seller a while ago was bragging about!