Stucky Ship Novels & Stories

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.

Meeting: Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.

"So, Stanley, what will it be? Will you give the speech? Or take a fall down a ladder? The choice is your" * * * The freighter, which was far too large to enter the Unioncity's landing bay, lay a hundred miles off her stern, in orbit above Byron. The vessel's skipper, an ex-Navy officer named Baddo, had spent fifteen frustrating hours talking his way through the fifty thousand cubic mile defense zone that surrounded the ex-battleship. He might never have succeeded except for the fact that he had served when the Unioncity's XO twelve years before. Now, with what felt like cargo of lead riding in the bottom of his gut, the merchant officer stood next to the ship's main lock and waited for the

Ze preferred to act on information, not feelings. There was no hidden force that bound the galaxy. In fact, there were seven of them, and they were all known and quantifiable. And now that the two of them got a good look at the inside, at how the ship worked, it dawned on them its true purpose. It was a true blockade runner. They collectively named the ship the Accursed Bootlegger, then joked about running moonshine across the galaxy with some kind of space dog, and having adventures on the frontier.

They were all prepared to fight the Shark. As the Captain sail the ship, she says to the crew, Gentlemen, we are approaching the last Checkpoint which is the tridax we are going to, let keep the shark busy as you all know you can't kill those sharks, they are immortal as the Dutchmen that own them, so let keep them busy till we get to the land. What!!, Land?? I said surprisingly.

And Zyke will be next to him while the three of us are in the middle. “No need for the formalities, you can call me Grandpa” Grandpa said. Ash kept whispering to me that grandpa was smart. This is the First time they meet Grandpa officially. I was just shredding them stories about him. Our flight also took more than 4 hours and we went down to the beach where there are many ships and yachts. “Woah” Zyke said in amazement. “Where are we, Lo?” Nica asked. Grandpa looked at him and walked in front of a white Yacht. It also has a Double M stripe on the side which amazed me.

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 soft velvety skin of her leg brushed the callouses of my skin with a fervent warmth, making them just as smooth as her skin. Gently lifting her leg, I look at the shackle. Up, down. Right left. The shackle caught my attention at the club. I knew it wasn't normal, like the ones secured around every other girl. Looking closely at it, my speculations were right. No latch, no screws, or any dam thing to open it. It is as if inked on her skin, in 3D- only an inch thicker than her skin. “Why dont you remove it?”Aeric says.

Oli shouted, but the huge oars were firmly stuck inside the slushy mud. Their ship was a modified version of the classical boat in which it had an extra layer of ores which can be rowed from below deck. Now that it was firmly stuck in sand, the ship was slowly being submerged. "Fucking hell," Oli swiftly jumped down and started pulling each oar by himself. On the way, he threw a few humans back on deck and continued struggling with the oars. Xia watched all this with his hands on his chin. "What are you looking at?" a condescending voice screeched behind him.

"No!!!" "Shud' up, lad. We ain't gon hurt ya… yet," said the burly man, matter-of-factly, as he took the oars in his hands and began to row into the shadow of the man-of-war. I looked up through my fingers at the ship, its wood gleaming in the sunlight. The word 'Persephone' was carved and painted onto the stern. *** "I demand to be untied!"