Scary Ship Novels & Stories

get back. One of the most scaring thing about them is that they are not the only people regarded as the Dutchmen as they have a number of animals working together with them in that ship such as birds and shark. They are cursed too. While taking my look at them with my mouth opened and my feet feeling like am falling from the sky regarding how scary they look like, one of their birds landed beside me. (Aaaah!!!.....), I shouted and ran out of thr main deck, off to the inner part of the ship I went to. I thought there would be safer than the min deck that the pirates will soon start fighting one another.

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.

The metal floor under Mayas feet felt like ice. The dark light from Samuels Silver Pen was pulling at her chest. It was hard for Maya to breathe. Outside the window of the ship the stars were no longer small dots. They were long lines of light. The ship was moving faster than anything Maya could imagine. It was the second ship that made Maya feel very afraid. *The Rogues Redemption.* The name was written in black letters on a ship that was as black as night. It moved perfectly with their ship. It stayed in their shadow like a shark.

“Is this the ship? “ Kataleya said indignantly. Igor: “ Yes! Zeuck: “ What's wrong? Kataleya got even closer to the ship: “ It looks sinister to me! Belton: “ Hahaha Igor: “ It's the only ship we found! Francie: “ But Kataleya is right! What is sinister is sinister! Graden: “ Well, the ship, it looks old to me, but everything is in order! We tried it and everything works! Jonnathan: “ Well, we have no choice either!

I felt our ship begin to capsize as I gripped onto the boat with every bit of strength I possessed, and I knew this was it. Smoke swirled around us, making it difficult to see in the already dimming light, but right as I went to close my eyes for the final time, the image of two massive reptilian shifters caught my attention. A glint of red was the last thing I registered before the ship went down. Icy water drenched us from head to toe, chilling me down to the bone within seconds, and I heard Mari sputtering as she took in mouthfuls of briny water.

I tried to busy myself with trying to look around us and noticed how few sea creatures could be found. ‘That’s odd.’ I can’t help but voice my concern. ‘What’s odd?’ Mammon swims closer to me that he was looming behind. ‘The sea creatures. This place feels baren.’ ‘That’s probably because we are close.’ Belphegor swims over as well and points at something ahead. It’s a giant, sunken ship. The kind of ship that you would not see nowadays in this generation and technology. This one is made of pure wood and it is easily split into two. What’s frightening about it is the fact that there is something in the sunken ship that’s making me shiver more than the temperature of the water. There’s someth

Under his skin, the branching shadows pulsed in time with the rhythm—like something was syncing to him. The ship spoke, controlled but colder now. “Stress escalation detected. Necrosis cascade probability increasing.” Dante spat, “Good. Be afraid.” A pause—tiny, almost imperceptible. Then the ship replied, “I do not experience fear. I model outcomes.” From above, a heavy thud reverberated through the pipes. Somewhere nearby, another bulkhead sealed shut. The corridor behind them—where they’d come from—made a long metallic groan, and then a final, decisive slam.

That was when the alarm sounded and the Vamoos knew something was after him. * * * Jyro tried one of the chairs, discovered that it was uncomfortable, and chose to stand. There was nothing to see at first except the thick, swirling clouds. They were yellow and appeared rather dense. The deck tilted, he grabbed a chair back for support, and saw a flash of what? Metal? The scout turned toward the right, and the clouds parted to reveal a ship. A strange ship consisting of clustered cylinders and supply outriggers. Now the prospector understood. The Sham vessel needed fuel... And was about to take it.

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?”

It was a large ship—much larger than ours. "That has to be the Maj Cartel," one of the other shipmates said, sounding worried. "They've found us." "We are not going down without a fight," I said. "We will show them what the Shadow Clan is made of." As we watched the ship draw nearer, we all prepared for the worst. We did not know what was coming, but we knew we had to be ready for anything. "Ready yourselves, if this is what I think it is, it is time to feast!" I commanded. "We are going to show them what we are capable of. "Stay put everyone, hold your positions, we have to be sure."