Stucky Ship Novels & Stories

"I burn too bright." Tristan smiled. It was a small, genuine thing that reached his eyes. "Come on," he said, stepping back and drawing his rapier. "Let's go steal a city." The Depths of the Iron-Port The Whisper was less of a ship and more of a metal coffin with propellers.

He'll see what mediation will do for us once he allows different thinking to replace his natural stubbornness. It's an hour before we take the motorbikes to the shipyard. I've only been here once before, and it was just as creepy then as it is now. The old ships are decrepit piles of rusted steel that look like they should be resting at the bottom of the ocean instead of being secured to endless brown docks. The ships tower above us and bob slowly in the nearly black water, making weird creaking sounds that heighten the entire creep factor.

I said to myself, “No matter what challenges lay ahead, I know that I will always have them by my side.” One sad night, I whispered to myself. “I miss you father. I miss going to that coffee shop on Main Street with you every Saturday morning.” I spotted a shooting star in the distance and began to sob, thinking, “I really wish that you were here to see this star with me, father.” “The Crimson Tide is a really reliable and well-maintained ship. It's known for its efficiency and expertise in delivering marine equipment worldwide,” Captain James had told me when I'd asked him about the ship. “The vessel has completed several successful deliveries before it set sail on its latest mission.

Forced to halt, Howard raised his head to meet Adrian's gaze, his eyes betraying a mix of indignation and embarrassment. Meanwhile, Adrian maintained a frigid stare, uttering, "Wanna get in? I can grant you access, but I think you’re forgetting something." Howard knew that Adrian expected an apology, yet he harbored a stubborn reluctance. He erupted in anger, shouting, "This ship belongs to me! I'll go where I please!" "You're correct, this ship is under your ownership," Adrian acknowledged coolly, "However, I am not under your domain. Without my intervention, the ghost will inevitably descend to the lower deck once I depart. Consider this: what fate do you think awaits you when Autumn takes

The cutter glitts like a shadow through the narrow rock gaps. Asteria The ship was bigger than Mara first thought. No fishing boat. More like an old Supply cutter, rebuilt, with high construction and rusty steel sides. On Deck burned no light, only at the control house something weak that called the on the side wall briefly made visible. Asteria. Mara couldn't turn off the look. She felt a single thought stuck in her: When this ship came here regularly, someone never had this island

But when our eyes met, even for just a second, my heart skipped. I quickly looked away and focused on setting down the refreshments, by placing cups of tea, pouring wine, laying plates of snacks and biscuits on the dining table one by one. The men were deep in conversation. “Our international shipping deal just came through,” one of them was saying. “If we get Adam’s approval, we’ll move thirty percent of our goods through the Port of los Angeles directly. No more intermediaries. It’ll double our profits.” Mr. Grey nodded slightly. “I want numbers by the end of the week.”

There was a queue of vampires and blood slaves, clutching their possessions to their chests and arguing for entry. “We saw a ship enter!” A man declared. “A ship flying Estrean flags. We want to buy passage.” “It is a merchant ship,” the guard replied wearily. “We do not know if the ship is taking passengers, and if it is, it cannot possibly take you all. It probably wants to fill it’s holds with cargo not people. There is no point to this, we cannot allow you within. The docks cannot take so many, they are damaged, and you would overwhelm the ship. Few enough bother with the journey anymore, we don’t want to scare those that do make it off, do we?”

Both of them were making the hand seal of Tō the Outer Lion and they were very young Storks. Sasha could also see that their cannonfire had caused scattered damages up the enemy ship’s length. He had known that targeting the front wasn’t ideal because of its reinforced and curved bow but, more importantly, most of their cannonballs had been caught by a cushion of air projected by the Stork monks. Now they all dropped harmlessly into the sea. The twin monks were adroitly turning the junco so the two ships would be broad to broad. ×

Lindsey fell for balance in Alec's arms. "We've got to stop this habit of ours," Alec chided after. "What was that?" Phil exclaimed; his eyes still round with surprise. Garullo gave everyone an answer. "This ship is failing and under repair. It happens constantly around here," "Why are they still using this old ship anyway?" Alec muttered. "Like I said, it's a special ship," Garullo said almost imperceptibly as Phil spoke. Suddenly Garullo halted before turning at a corner. "What is it, Garullo?" Phil asked.