Ship Chart Novels & Stories

"I looked at the coin. I looked at the ship. I read the trajectory of an empire building an armada to cross an ocean." Kaden looked at Elias, pure horror bleeding into his voice. "They aren't building it." "What do you mean?" I demanded. "The mapmaker on the beach," Kaden said, pulling the captured human map from his coat and slamming it onto the table. "I spent the last three days analyzing the coordinates he drew. The blank spaces." Kaden pointed a trembling finger at the edge of the parchment. "He wasn't scouting a landing zone for an armada that is months away," Kaden whispered. "He was calculating the final trajectory for a fleet that is already in the water."

I caught it, opening it, and checking to make sure he was correct. "We're not going anywhere in this weather," I said, tucking the compass in my pocket and motioning up to the sails with the rolled map still in my hand. They were still, deflated, and the boat was rocking back and forth in the sea instead of pushing forward towards our destination. "We can turn the engines on—" "Not for another day, at least. Not until we've traveled out of Damian's range—" "Sometimes, I wonder who the captain of this ship is." Keaton gave me a sideways smile, taking his hands from the helm and crossing his arms over his chest.

Ophelia had poured out her heart to him through that kiss, and having his ship disappearing from her sight had her breathing sharp and aberrant. The rain was slowing down into a drizzle and Finlay's ship, along with other ships, were several yards away from Easton. Finlay couldn't even see people anymore but he was certain his wife was still at the seaport. The way she had looked at him as the ship sailed away from the seaport of Easton. "My lord, here is the map through the seven seas. Delta Finn gave me this since ours is fading." Lewis neared his side and handed a map to him.

Charles glanced at the huge cruise ship and the eight battleships around him, saying, “Don’t do anything stupid. Just look at those battleships. Can ordinary people have battleships as escorts? You should think about how to treat Philip and Wynn from now on.” Martha rolled her eyes at him and said, “That goes without saying. Philip is my son now. I must treat him well!” Charles shook his head and helplessly followed the servant in front of him. The Shadow Squadron and 1,000 Dragon Knights boarded the cruise ship. The 1,000 Dragon Knights stood guard around the cruise ship. The Shadow Guards were also scattered everywhere. After arranging everyone’s accommodation, the cruise ship blew the whi

Looking over the mapped data my ship had stored from the journey in the opposite direction I tried to work out if there was a slight detour I could make around the known routes and shifted my course yet again. I could get back on course later, when it was safer.

A ship. Not the supply ship. Not the configuration I've been watching every Monday morning for seven months. A merchant vessel. The specific profile I've been waiting for. At the edge of the horizon in the morning light. Too far to be at the dock yet, but the right direction and the right outline. The schedule I confirmed in the language lesson months ago. The schedule that put it here in this window within a three-day margin. It's here. I look at his face. He's reading the supply roster I brought him.

I made it determination and pretended it looked the same. "Two other lights," he went on, as if I hadn't nearly fallen into him. He traced a triangle with the pencil. "The chapel on the headland keeper can be bribed to hang a lantern. The South quay's pier master likes to smoke alone. He can be paid to do it where the wind will catch the ember." "Triangulate," I said, grateful for numbers. "A ship becomes a letter in a man's pocket. We read it." "We will," he said. He set bearings; the back of his hand brushed mine as he angled the pencil. Brief. Clean. The wire down my spine hummed like a plucked string. I focused on degrees until my pulse agreed to behave.

The merchant ship descended to a low altitude and immediately, a ship approached. A young man’s voice came from inside. “Hello, I am the navigator of this large trade zone. If you need anything, just ask me. I know this place very well.” Upon seeing the word ‘Central’ engraved on the other party’s ship, Marlee felt relieved. If they were another swindler like Willie, there would not be the word ‘Central’ on their ship. This was a means of transportation that only staff members recognized by the Central Sacred Continent officials could drive.