Ship Wreck Book Novels & Stories

the so called meanest crew in these waters thought they could take her. I despised the arrogance almost as much as the men themselves. “Eli! Higher, ya lazy shit!” Garrick bellowed from below. Hours blurred together. And By late afternoon, One of the men shouted “Sails! Wreckage ahead! And fuck me there she is!” Chaos erupted. Men rushed to the rails, weapons drawn. I dropped to the deck, heart pounding with my Nets and enchanted ropes were readied . The ship turned hard toward the shimmering patch of sea where the wreckage floated.

It was a slow, arduous journey, sailing with only one sail opened to the wind to ensure we had time to catch any dangers lurking in the shallows. We passed a handful of shipwrecks; the rotting remains of both modern and ancient crafts sticking out of the shallow surf. It was an eerie place, even with the sun beating down on us and turning the water a clear, vivid turquoise. It would have been a tropical paradise if not for the ghosts whispering up from the water, telling us to turn around.

He held onto Sofia, swimming as hard as he could, pushing them out of the ship’s path. Above them, the storm raged, the ship’s propellers slicing the water like monstrous blades. They had to keep moving. Just then there was an explosion. Even underwater, Adam felt the impact. A shockwave tore through the ocean, a deep, thunderous boom shaking them from below. He turned his head just in time to see a massive fireball erupt above, engulfing the ship in a violent inferno. Slade’s ship, gone. For a moment, the sea around them lit up in hues of orange and red, flames dancing over the wreckage. The heat, even beneath the surface, was suffocating.

It crashed upon an island in the middle of the current and cracked its keel. Water rushed over the bulwarks as the ship sunk deeper into the water. By the time Xander realized the enormity of the disaster, it was too late. The bow of the ship was aimed to hit the wreckage in the dead center. Two words escaped the pirate captain's lips, "Not again…"

The hole in the leather-bound manuscript did not drop ash; it dropped a slow, viscous trickle of black liquid that smelled of iron filings and old parchment. It pooled at the base of the ledger-table, cutting through the fresh snow like a heated wire until the white field was split by a jagged vein of pure ink. Through the blackened, smoking borders of the torn third page, the miniature horizon shivered. The blue ship was there, its wooden hull riding low in a harbor that looked less like water and more like the deep, unwritten reservoir of the world before the Spire gave it a name.

We run for miles as K-5 courses through our veins and the fresh air cleans my brain of thoughts of war and violence. We round a bend in the inlet and stop at a boat that's been washed up on shore long before Shadow Warriors arrived. It's large and stayed together well considering there's a large hole in the starboard side. Dried barnacles cover most of the side and bottom showing it was submerged for quite some time before it washed up. Marinah examines it intensely. "Break or run back?" I ask her after a few minutes. Her large, sharp teeth gleam when she turns to me and smiles. "Run."