Novel & Cerita Spirit Ship

Vicky was a bit confused as he received a call from Kinza Marina. She had been working with Vicky some months ago. Now that she was jobless, she wished to get a job in some other institution. "Will you help me get a job in Blue Stars Traders?" she said to Vicky. Her worn soles of shoes told her family's circumstances as the sole breadwinner. She couldn't help seeking a new job. Although she was a talented and hardworking lady, she frequently faced failure to get a good job.

When we got home, there was Euri, who was enraged when she spotted Kazuo. I could see she was enraged. I can see the flames erupting from her translucent body. This is a furious Demon! "What is this? Why is there a Ghost hanging around you!?" She exclaimed, actually— She isn't upset that Kazuo is hovering around me. She's undoubtedly upset because I failed to keep my promise to her. I understand how concerned she was; conversing with other spirits is a foolish thing to do. I clapped both of my palms, forcibly smiling against each other.

The one I thought was Daniel began to speak again. “We want to be free,” mentioned the ghost boy. “We need you.” “Why?” I squeaked. “Because we can speak to you,” informed it. “What do you want me to do?” I whispered, thinking I really needed to start moving and leave. “You have the powers of death and life, you can speak to us. The girl that died yesterday, she was killed before she could find the truth. Allow us to touch you and you will see our death up close, and you will remind us on how we died.”

The enemy ship is gaining ground, the distance closing faster than they hoped. The flag is clearer now, the blood-red skull a chilling promise against the black. The ship is large, menacing, built for speed and violence. It cuts through the water with relentless purpose, the gap between them shrinking with each passing moment. As it draws closer, the name painted in crimson letters becomes visible: The Crimson Vengeance.

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

As for the other members of the Jafferson Family, they were like maggots, not daring to breathe. Caspian did not intend to waste any more time here. He waved at John Smith and boarded spirit boat. Spirit boat was powered by spirit stones and formations, so it was easier to control than a carriage. Although it was the first time for Caspian to control spirit boat, it could be understood by fiddling with it. After a while, spirit boat steadily rose into the air and sped away. John Smith stood where he was and looked in the direction where spirit boat left. He did not turn around until spirit boat disappeared from his sight.

His eyes remained insightful, never leaving the seascape ahead. The Spirit of the Ocean was an incredible boat. The hull was made of steel and the superstructure, aluminium. The twin Caterpillar engines could cruise at thirteen knots and climb to a maximum speed of fifteen should the need arise. It had eight cabins, with a capacity to sleep up to fifteen people, served by a crew of twenty. She flew under the flag of the Cayman Islands as RMLC had a base there—for tax purposes, Melville suspected. There were three decks, one fore, one aft, and the top deck where passengers could drink cocktails and watch the stars.