Sinking Ship Meme Novels & Stories

Wobbling upward in curling gray fingers. Savage turned and ordered the sails adjusted. Slowing the ship. There was a thunk and a slight jostle before a scraping along the starboard side. “Got a floater!” A sailor called. Leaning over the rail. To watch the greenish bloated figure bobbing in the water. Loose bits of skin peeling free to coat the hazy water. “Savage Jack!” Dimurah shouted. “Are we in the Sea of Souls? You’re not dumping me on Sanctuary Island! You’re not!”

And in between Wrecks. Gigantic cargo ships, aircraft carriers and submarines in the Old World Centuries had fallen to the bottom when the sea evaporated. They were perfectly preserved from salt, rusted monuments of a long forgotten era. “We are in Marianengraben,” Silas whispered and stared at his flickering pad. “The signal comes directly from the deepest gap before us. Two more miles.” Suddenly the seismic Pochen changed. The regular morse signal set out. Instead, the entire salt bottom vibrated under our chains in one

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.

"That was close to the deck Donte, our men are already up there!" I was in a bit of in panic when I saw the ship almost begin to sink. "Don't worry Boss, they are skilled swimmers as well. Before the ship sinks we will get our revenge and our men will all be safe back in the yacht. "Damn! I should have taken the yacht!" Devin explained while Rocus chuckled. "Nah, you are better here Devin. And you had your fun at the beach right?"

“Aylessio’s side.” Aylessio? What? She stared at me expectantly, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. Rebecca and Artemy. Aylessio. Her ship name for us. I let out a laugh when realization dawned to me. She really wasn’t giving up. “Don’t laugh. This ship is not sinking, you hear me? It has sailed and will keep sailing! It’s not sinking under my watch.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but her tone had taken a teasing lilt now.

ship didn't explode; it simply crumpled, its gravity drive failing as it slid down the face of the ice and vanished into the black depths with a gurgling, metallic roar. Silence returned, save for the heavy panting of the survivors and the distant, rhythmic grinding of the floes. The Skimmer was wedged into a soft bank of slush, its engine dead, the hull leaking but holding. Julian pulled Hope back to the center of the deck, his chest heaving. He looked at Leo and Clara—they were alive, battered but standing. "We lost them," Siren breathed, looking at the spot where the white ship had vanished. "For now."

A long, dying sputter. The white dot stopped. It sat motionless in the middle of the black expanse. "I had the fuel lines thinned," Rafferty said. "And the hull... well, the hull has a very slow leak. By the time she realizes she’s sinking, the sharks will have smelled the salt from her dinner." Ignatius watched the boat. It began to tilt. The white dot grew smaller as the water swallowed it. A faint, distant scream drifted across the waves. Rafferty turned away from the railing. He looked at Ignatius. He reached out and straightened Ignatius’s collar. He lingered there, his thumb tracing the line of the man's throat.

It sinks. Straight into deeper trouble.

Having been an invisible presence at home for ten years, I watch Mom and Dad hand me the only life ring as the cruise ship sinks, while they vanish into the ocean depths. Christian Gunn, my distant brother, desperately pushes me toward the shore until his body is completely frozen stiff by the icy seawater. He flashes a smile of relief and says, "Mom, Dad, and I have always regretted bringing you back to the Gunn family. If we hadn't, Freya would still be by our side. If there's a next life, please don't bother our family ever again." I watch his complexion turn increasingly pale before he closes his eyes forever. I can hear a rescue boat roaring nearby, but I smile wryly and, without a

I wish that I could be a mummy’s boy now. As for my grief, I find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, I’m drowning, with wreckage all around me. Everything floating around me reminds me of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was and is no more. And all I can do is float. I find some piece of the wreckage and I hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all I can do is float. Stay alive. And that has been precisely what I have been doing; staying afloat and trying not to drown in my despair.