Rodamrix #ships Novels & Stories

The lead Alden war ship drew up parallel, close enough that the captains could shout across the gap between the ships. “We are Estrean merchants,” the Concordian vampire captain called out with a good approximation of the Estrean accent. “On our way to collect fabrics and other merchandise from Concordia.” “We see the flag. Concordia is a dangerous place at this time. It is advisable for you to reconsider your destination,” the Alden captain called back.

Devin and some leaders of the port were already waiting. “You’re here, sir,” said Devin as he walked over to greet Adrian. With Gloria in his arms, Adrian said, “Thank you so much for doing this. Is the ship ready? I’d like to board the ship right away.” Devin nodded and made an invitatory gesture. He said as he walked, “We have a merchant ship from Sormbay, and their next stop is Luposia. Those working on the ship are our people. Ms. Gloria and you will be taking this ship. Her Majesty has already made arrangements for someone to aid you when you get there.”

Noctis and Lunaris ships were already stationed, with the crew lined up in formal ranks. Alessia leaned closer to the window. Her breath caught. It wasn’t just any ships. These were royal fleets. Grand war cruisers from Solaris, decorated with golden phoenix wings. Graceful silver Lunaris skysteel vessels, their runes pulsing quietly. Massive Noctis dreadwings, casting long shadows across the platforms and on the highest deck… “Is that?” Alessia whispered. Eryx nodded grimly. “That’s the Lunaris Royal Flagship, Moonfall and the Noctis Destroyer, Nightblade. The Kings and the Night Court are here already.”

Marcus roared, his shoulders throwing the yellow plastic paddle into the water as he worked to drag the survival raft away from the target sector. I scrambled to the tube my wet left leg dragging behind me as I pulled myself up onto the rubber rim. I stared into the green waves where Christian had vanished to save our son. The water was foaming as the drones power core began its synchronization with the satellite array above. The dark hull of the nuclear-powered container ship Benson-01 loomed over our raft its iron side walls rising six stories above the water. The automated boarding ladder was already down its steel rungs dangling just three feet above our boat. The ships central mainframe

It was a faint spark, not the roaring bonfire of the Void, but it was there. "I can try," Tristan said. "But we need to get there first. And we need the fleet." The Rendezvous Point The Mammoth ran out of track at the edge of the Dragontooth Cliffs. The rail line ended abruptly, twisted metal hanging over a hundred-foot drop into the churning gray ocean. Below, hidden in a cove of jagged black rock, lay the Rebel Fleet. It was a magnificent, ragtag sight. The stolen cruiser Sovereign sat in the center, looking like a scarred beast. Around it clustered hundreds of smaller vessels—pirate sloops with patched sails, Iron-Kin barges armored with scrap metal, and sleek merchant runners from the Fr

The clearing fell silent, save for the ticking of our cooling engines and the hiss of steam from the crippled Crawler. Dax killed his engine, kicking the kickstand down. He kept his SMG raised as he walked toward the massive, dented cargo hatch of the land-ship. "Convoy Seven," Dax called out, his voice echoing in the crater. "The perimeter is clear. Open the door." For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, with the screech of tortured metal, the heavy hydraulic locks disengaged. The massive steel ramp slowly lowered, hitting the glowing mud with a heavy thud.

I said to myself, “No matter what challenges lay ahead, I know that I will always have them by my side.” One sad night, I whispered to myself. “I miss you father. I miss going to that coffee shop on Main Street with you every Saturday morning.” I spotted a shooting star in the distance and began to sob, thinking, “I really wish that you were here to see this star with me, father.” “The Crimson Tide is a really reliable and well-maintained ship. It's known for its efficiency and expertise in delivering marine equipment worldwide,” Captain James had told me when I'd asked him about the ship. “The vessel has completed several successful deliveries before it set sail on its latest mission.

I had tied my hair up in a ponytail. He took me to the boat that was bobbing at the end of a deck on the east side of the island. The boat was a high-performance boat with a narrow beam and a steep deadrise. My cheeks heated up when I saw its name—Natasha. Apollo helped me aboard. With an expert hand, he yanked the thick rope that had anchored it to a pole on the deck. He gunned the engine and the boat took off at high speed. I squealed and he laughed. Soon I was sitting in his lap as he drove it to the mainland.

The largest force remained on the beach to guard the ships and the treasures and, most importantly the slaves that were their only food source, and a second company was walking the route about a day’s journey behind the mounted team. Never had the humans attacked from the coast. The oceans around Concordia were riddled with rocky reefs and there existed only a few points that could be navigated with a deeper keel, which was why the majority of the vampire ships were shallower, lighter craft. The few channels between the reefs were closely guarded vampire secrets.

I asked curiously. "He's Captain Barbossa, Jackson is Will Turner and Blake is Jack Sparrow. They had a marathon of all the Pirates of the Caribbean films a couple of nights ago and so they all dressed as their favourite character," Jamie said. Now I really did want to see the three of them because I would pay good money to see all three of them dressed as those for fun.