Squidbob Ship Novels & Stories

It wasn't the Holy Syndicate. From the fog emerged a fleet of "Ghost Ships"—commercial freighters, private yachts, and even fishing trawlers, all manned by people who had been "Decommissioned" by the Syndicate’s global seizure. They were the waitresses from Singapore, the coders from Geneva, and the soldiers from New York who had refused to go back to their "Stations." The lead ship, a battered Northwood icebreaker, pulled alongside the black sand. A woman stepped onto the deck—Mina, her eyes tired but free of the neon-green glow. Beside her stood a thousand others, their faces grim and determined.

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!”

After that, Cobalt left as quickly as she came. Shima returned his attention to Hardy. “Sir Sherry, I will leave the field command to you. I will take care of the evacuation process.” “Yes sir.” Hardy saluted before he left as well. The guards that were with him also followed. Shima scratched his head. “I can only pray and hope that we can get through this.” ….. On the captain’s ship of the pirate armada, Morozko was at the bow of the ship watching over his underlings as they engaged the Merman Army. He had no idea what was happening on the Kraken’s side, but he assumed that it was done.

CHAPTER ONE Scream of the Siren The Elvis bobbed idly on the ocean. The forty-foot fishing boat was owned by skipper Blenheim ‘Cockles’ Cochran. At this moment Cochran paced about his weathered deck, checking lines as he sang along to the beaten-up CD player lashed to the wheelhouse with thick rope. ‘You in pain again, skipper?’ a squat, broad-shouldered man with a rosy-red face said, grinning. ‘I can get you somethin’ for it, if you’d like? You need a double dose, I reckon.’

Bob growled as he cautiously walked around the stopped ship. With careful steps, Bob slid down the deck of the ship, trying not to attract the attention of anyone who might be inside. After passing through a dark and narrow passage, he made it to the gangway and jumped ashore. Under the glorious moonlight, Bob was relieved to have escaped his captors. However, he knew that his adventure was just beginning. He had to be careful and vigilant, as threats still lurked in places he didn't know. Soon after, his eyes were drawn to a row of ships docked in the harbor. One of them caught his attention. A fishing boat didn't seem to be well maintained, and Bob saw an opportunity to hide in it.

The smoke from the burning boats in the cove didn’t just rise; it choked the Sicilian moonlight, twisting into oily black ribbons that smelled of expensive gasoline and failed ambitions. Beneath the cliffs, the wreckage of the *Sombra* intervention was a smoldering graveyard of high-tech gear and shattered egos. For the Board back in Rome, this wasn't just a tactical loss—it was a public relations nightmare currently unfolding in real-time.

Jack steered the pod past, picking up speed as he went. A huge ship appeared in front of them. Darts came and went. Jack pushed by, dipping underneath away from their turrets. More large ships appeared and finally one of theirs. The little pods looked like grapes on the side of the ship. The ship sent missiles out. Jack pushed the pod faster. He wasn't about to get caught in an explosion.

Then, he shook his head and said, “I don’t know about that, but a ship arrived a few days ago. The ship looked quite new and didn’t seem cheap, but we don’t know if there were people on board.” A ship! Andrius immediately thought of the ship he had taken to come here. He hurriedly asked, “Where’s that ship now?” “It’s right ahead, about...” The fisherman pointed in a direction and said, “It’s in a bay two to three nautical miles away from here.” “Thank you!” Andrius thanked the fisherman and immediately searched in the direction he pointed. In less than a few minutes, a ship appeared in his sight. It was none other than the ship that Noir had rented before.

"The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place." Gino typed furiously on his phone, recording every word. Satisfied, Mabel stood and picked up the briefcase. "Pleasure doing business with you," she said with a smirk. When she turned to leave, she muttered to herself, "Now to invest in something worthwhile." Gino’s gaze followed her retreating form. Once she exited, Gino turned to Marco. "Should I get the briefcase back?" Marco shook his head. "No. Focus on finding the ship and the island."

That was when the alarm sounded and the Vamoos knew something was after him. * * * Jyro tried one of the chairs, discovered that it was uncomfortable, and chose to stand. There was nothing to see at first except the thick, swirling clouds. They were yellow and appeared rather dense. The deck tilted, he grabbed a chair back for support, and saw a flash of what? Metal? The scout turned toward the right, and the clouds parted to reveal a ship. A strange ship consisting of clustered cylinders and supply outriggers. Now the prospector understood. The Sham vessel needed fuel... And was about to take it.