Stucky Ship の小説・ストーリー

Relieved, Stella went to the steering room and asked, "Do you know who they are?" "I don't know, but judging from their style of doing things, they are probably from a cult. They have people from 10 to 30 years old. They're not friendly to people and have a strong killing desire. I've already called Vann and asked him to send the police to prepare an ambush onshore. I'll try to slow down to let them catch up," Jasper said sharply. Stella found that those people were still following them after looking at the back of the ship, she asked, "Does your yacht have Wi-Fi?"

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.

he tries to explain. Ashley smiles, shaking her head. "Nah-Nah... Till you get complete heal from your injuries, nothing for you" She pulls out the large shrimp from the bag. It was so big that it look almost unreal. Andriy was sad by her words but as soon as his eyes caught sight of the shrimp, his face sparkled in excitement. "Wow! That's very big!" He exclaims and reaches for it. "I know right, it's all yours!" Ashley informs, smiling.

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

**Anthony** I squinted behind the LED hands-free magnifying glass as I attached a string around the standing rigging of my latest ship-in-a-bottle project. It wasn’t my most complicated build. I’d say the miniature replica of the USS Constitution was for intermediate builders. I was an advanced builder after decades of practice, but I was too distracted by pain and lack of sleep to tackle a more significant project.

Captain Jays comm alerted him to an open line, he walked up the hall to talk. “Bunny, what did you find me?” “Oh I found you a ride alright, Just happens there is a TSR350 Ship that needs a couple of tech upgrades and some internal calibrations whilst out in open space. I told them I have a time to do it now if they get it to me ASAP and it could take a week, something about if the calibrations were rushed it could explode on its next voyage” “Oh my Bunny! you did it again” said Jay, amazed

"Fuck." The cobbled-together creature that was Tricksy had found him. The tentacles were grasping and snapping nearby but not quite able to reach him. But the other appendages were lifting Tricksy up, climbing the nearest ship. He was going to be within reach in seconds. How did he steer this thing? The cloud began drifting away from the oncoming attack, but not fast enough. It was a cloud. What did he expect?

I ducked behind a stall, heart pounding in my throat. Then the sky darkened. Everyone looked up. A massive ship broke through the clouds, casting a shadow that swallowed the entire square. Its underbelly was marked with foreign symbols—Ukrainian, I realized. Sleek, metallic, and nothing like anything we’d seen before. For a moment, silence returned. Then all hell broke loose.

The gesture felt like a sentence that didn’t ask for a reply. --- Hours later, Franc passed through the room. He moved with his usual quiet presence, his footsteps a series of soft exclamation points in the still air. He stopped before the shelf, tilting his head slightly as if listening to a voice no one else could hear. His hand drifted to a rough panel of driftwood he carried. A single nail protruded from the wood, catching the light like a lone idea. Instead of hanging it, he set it gently on the shelf, letting it lean, uncommitted. He didn’t speak.

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”