Stucky Ship Novels & Stories

Kyle walked excitedly down the cobblestone streets of the South Street Seaport, doubling his pace. He had pictured this moment for years. He turned the corner, and he could already begin to see it. The ship. His ship. Disguised as a historic sailing ship on display from a European country, it would be docked at the Seaport for a week. How stupid these humans were. They could believe almost anything. Too trusting to think to check the hull of a piece of history. To realize that it could be the means of their death. Their Trojan horse.

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

"By the way, if there's anyone you should steer clear of among the bunch, it's Bald. He's quite rough and aggressive with women. He enjoys being forceful during sex and tends to resort to violence to settle disputes. So we steer clear of him! One of us, a woman, nearly died. She's currently bedridden because he exhausted her— if you catch my drift." Erin couldn't discern if it were a veiled threat, but she believed Honey was speaking honestly. She harbored her suspicions about the bald troublemaker and resolved to keep her guard around him. "Please remember, without the Boss's approval, we're not permitted on the upper deck where the clients stay. This vessel is renowned as an establishment

The establishment was well-known among experienced adventurers, and its sign bore a distinctive mark, resembling a stylized waystick. Entering the shop, they were greeted warmly by Fintar, a seasoned merman with a friendly smile. He showed them an array of mertech gadgets and gear, explaining the unique features of each item. The group carefully selected what they needed, ensuring they were well-prepared for the challenges that lay ahead in the abysmal plane.

“There’s no way, right?” Ancestor Bodhi interrupted him. “How is it not possible? It can, in fact, shrink.” “Have you guys seen this airship before?” Alex asked. “It’s not just that,” Shelly said calmly. “This airship is called the Starship Shelly.” “Uhm… Starship Shelly? It has your name… Did you come up with it? Okay then, I’ll name it after you once I get my hands on it,” Alex smiled. Ancestor Bodhi huffed lightly. “Are you dumb? She means that the ship is originally hers!”

I took out every glow stick I could find, despite being uncertain if those things were afraid of light and only able to hope that it would work even just a little, so that my crewmates on the other ship had a chance instead of just waiting for their deaths. I promptly picked up the glow sticks and tied them into several bunches, then threw them through my cabin window into the other ship over different locations. All at once, a venomous hiss echoed from the other ship—the corrupted Yiki that resembled human hair started thrashing once the glow sticks touched them, causing an eerie sight.

It just looked medieval and normal on the outside, in the inside it was modern. “Does that ship really capable of killing a Tier 4 Monsters on their own, Sire President?..”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark) “It is…see that big guns on the front and back deck of that Coastal Patrol ships?..”. “Yes, I can see that…”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark)

The stone didn't shatter; it dissolved into a mist of pure, breathable energy that turned the surrounding air into a shimmering shield. "If the other Arks want our home, they'll have to come through the mud to get it!" The First Arrival As the sun set, a massive shadow fell over the valley. It wasn't the Lotus-ship of the Vance-Core, and it wasn't the obsidian monolith of the Hunters. It was a rusted, hulking beast of a ship—Ark-12: The Penitent.

The Derelict Draft The blue ship glided to a halt beside the reef, its wooden hull scraping against a massive, crystalline question mark that rose twenty feet out of the black water. The ship trapped in the ice was not an audit cutter or a Spire vessel. It was an ancient, double-decked galley built entirely from black slate, its oars frozen mid-stroke in the hardened ink of the reef. Its sails were made of heavy, yellowed parchment, completely covered in columns of fading red ink—the distinctive signature of an Internal Audit from the First Era. There was no life on the decks. The crew had been liquidated centuries ago, their bodies turned into smooth, grey statues of solid graphite that sat

"Maybe next time it would be best we buy our own ship in a bottle, you know? the portable one. It will surely come handy when a situation like this arises again in the future."---Niccoli "You mean the one that you can just pop anytime anywhere and voila, there goes your ship in just a matter of second?" -Allan "The very same, and I propose we get one to each of our own. So that in the event of one shipwreck, we will still have a spare one. That would grant us a total of six chances since there is six of us in this team."- Niccoli