Simple Boat Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

And there, anchored at the shore, was a boat. It was large, carved of dark wood and etched with runes that breathed faintly in the moonlight. Gauze curtains fluttered at the sides; pale gold, translucent and dusted with silver motes, revealing plush seats and lanterns glowing with amber fire. The vessel exuded a strange allure...like something built not for war or travel, but for passionate indulgence. Valia tilted her head at the boat. “That looks… wildly out of place.” Ligon frowned. “It looks like bait.”

The sound of the engine cooling crackled in the night, and then there was this heavy silence, it was very tense, and almost suffocating. ‎ ‎We walked side by side down the pier, the wood groaning under our steps. I held my phone tight, looking at the message again, memorizing the description. “ it's a White boat,” I whispered.” We scanned each vessel we passed. Shadows danced over the decks. Water slapped softly against the hulls. My pulse was loud in my ears. Then I stopped. “Elijah there,” I murmured, pointing ahead. There, a few meters down, floating slightly apart from the others, was a white mid-sized boat with a small enclosed cabin and an open deck at the back. A single lamp above the

White sails filled the air, crackling and humming as the boat surged against the waves. Little triangles of boats fanned out across the lake, each boat confident and racing to win. The water undulated beneath us, the wind catching in the sails with a gentle whisper. The sun glinted on the water, reflecting into the sky like a giant sapphire. Despite the warnings for the weather, it was a beautiful, sunny day.

It was like the captain intended for the boat to be invisible from view. It had two long metal masts on both ends of the deck supporting the sails. At the bow of the boat, along the right side, its name was carved clearly, Le Voyes, and on the front of the boat, right at the point, there was a wooden carved face of a woman with curly hair.

Anderson whispered. "I can't deny it…" Steve said. From a distance, they spotted the black speedboat illuminated by the beam of the flashlight. The speedboat's front was pointed towards the left. Without a word, Miss Mylda walked towards the front of the boat and immediately started the engine. "Wow... This is a Sea Ray 540 Sundancer... the most expensive speedboat in the world," Anderson exclaimed. "Hey, do you guys want to save yourselves from jail, or do you plan to keep talking nonsense?" Miss Mylda snapped as she gripped the wheel.

Oliver said. “I agree it doesn’t look like it .. but I’d rather know for certain. We don’t know what kind of boat it was. It could’ve been one of those airboats. They’re made for shallow water and tight areas.” Frankie said. I agreed with him .. but I felt like we were missing something. I just couldn’t figure out what. “Elijah?” Frankie asked. I stepped back from the table .. trying to look at the map from further away. “There’s gotta be something ….” I said. “We’re missing something…”

He said with a bright smile. "Okay.. I will pay you any money you want, let's just get out of here" She replied. "Okay, follow me" He replied as he started walking towards another part of the Island. We got there and we saw a boat that had four seats. It looks like a speed boat but the difference between it is that it has four seats. And I don't know if there is a speed boat that has four seats because I haven't seen it in pictures nor have I googled it.

They stopped the speedboat closer to the Yacht. "Ahhh.."

Chapter 1: The Small Boat The boat smelled like salt, diesel, and this faint sweet thing Isa couldn’t quite place, maybe old fruit, or engine oil mixed with something floral from the mainland. She’d been on research boats before, sure, but never anything this tiny. Never one where the walls were so thin she could literally hear the other person breathing just two feet away on the other side. Zamir was in there now. She could hear the shuffle of his camera equipment, the soft curse when something clattered to the floor.

She closed her eyes for a moment, her head hanging in grief or prayer before stepping back with the rest of the group. The boat seemed to be made of some sort of compressed fiber and a blue sail stuck up from a mast on the bow. Ellis looked up at Logan questioningly. he crouched to whisper in her ear. "It will float for, perhaps, half a day or so until the fibers become waterlogged. The wind will draw it out to sea where it will sink gradually beneath the waves."