Ship Wreck Book Novels & Stories

The second page was dates of operation in each warehouse and the third was amount of product that was shipped in and out and on what ship. None of this looked incriminating but who would write, ‘shipping 23 girls out on the 16th of June on cargo ship 4256 at 9pm.’ I got a hunch and I put the book back and grabbed a few other books. I shook them and more papers fell out. I didn’t have time to really look through every page as I could hear the housekeeping working and I know my time is running out. I need to head back asap!

The burning skeleton of *The Leviathan* sank into the Pacific with a low, hissing groan that sounded like the final breath of a dying era. By 0800 hours, the black smoke from the harbor had merged with the gray morning fog, wrapping Blackridge in a heavy, protective shroud. The naval destroyer was gone, its multi-million-dollar hull broken against our concrete reefs, leaving the coast entirely under the unyielding law of the road.

The boat cut violently through the storm. Black waves slammed against the hull hard enough to shake every bone in Aria’s body while freezing rain whipped across the deck like needles. Behind them, the cliffs of Blackwater burned against the night. Even from miles away, the mansion still looked unreal. Flames consuming windows. Smoke curling into thunderclouds. An entire empire collapsing into the sea. And somewhere within those ruins, Richard Thorne had either died… or disappeared again. Aria didn’t know which possibility unsettled her more.

Another thing that could have been a major part of Fantascia history didn't even last a few months. Now, he had to salvage as much as he could. And all he cared about was that journal. He jumped off the stern castle as it crashed into the main deck. Their impact caused the deck to crumble, and the stern castle sat only on the hull. The captain fell below the deck, too. Then, he didn't care about his life. He broke through wood walls in order to get to his room where he left the journal. Even when Cordelia made holes in the hill for water to glow in and the hull was flooded, he still moved until he eventually reached his room. He brought the book out from a drawer and held it close to his che

I mused as I stumbled after him, my heart heavy with foreboding. Who was this man?! What world am I walking into? What world have I entered? A world of violence and death, where life was disposable…? … Soon, we were on a ship. Our ship hadn't gone far when a massive explosion rocked the water behind us. The yacht was now up in a blazing inferno. The shockwave hit our vessel, sending me stumbling. I grasped the railing to steady myself, my wide eyes were fixed on the burning wreckage. For what seemed like forever, I was dazed, stunned, and terrified.

“A dreadful storm was approaching. Once more the sails were furled, and the great ship pursued her flying course over the raging sea. The waves rose mountain high, as if they would overtop the mast, but the ship dived like a swan between them, then rose again on their lofty, foaming crests. To the little mermaid this was pleasant sport; but not so to the sailors. “At length the ship groaned and creaked; the thick planks gave way under the lashing of the sea, as the waves broke over the deck; the mainmast snapped asunder like a reed, and as the ship lay over on her side, the water rushed in.” I stopped reading at a sudden feeling of dread in my stomach. When I looked, thankfully, the girls we

I ran along with several others to the shelter of a partially standing warehouse looking building about one hundred feet or so away. Behind us the ship exploded and glancing back, I saw the monster dip beneath the waves apparently satiated with the level of destruction that it had wrecked. Glancing around as my lungs worked hard to handle my paranoia of the moment I counted exactly ten men of which sad to say one of them was the CIA dude.

She looked at them. “Like I’ve been waiting for the conditions to be right,” she said. “Are they?” Remy said. “Yes,” she said. She kissed them. It was the specific warmth of something that had been building for three weeks and longer than that, the voice in the ear and the trust of the water and Maria’s ceramics and the log and the captain’s name found after a hundred and forty years. Remy held onto her and felt the surface of the ocean under the ship and thirty-eight meters below them a wreck that had been unknown and was now known, fully documented, belonging to itself and to the record.

for a breath, i thought it was dragging me dow the splashing sound of another body hitting the water could be hear the ship tore apart in a scream of splintering wood and fire. flames scattered across the surface like dying stars. pieces rained down, burning before the waves swallowed them whol this wasn’t some nightmare chase anymore. this wasn’t bad luck or an unfortunate twist of fat this was wa and i was at the very heart of i things were worse…far worse…than i ever imagine

“I am.” Behind them, the warship loomed. Broken. Cracking. Dying. A deep rumble echoed from within it. Then another. The structure began to collapse inward, sections falling into the ocean as the massive vessel finally gave in to the damage it had taken. Emma stared at it, wide-eyed. “It’s going down…” Victor exhaled slowly. “About time.” Lewis didn’t look at the ship for long. His focus returned to Elizabeth. Her breathing had slowed, but the strain was still there. The cold water didn’t help.