Sunlight Ship Novels & Stories

I wonder what Logan and Alex have been talking about through the mind-link, but the sunrise begins to bleed over the sky, casting the sails in shades of purple, gold, and pink as the water sparkles with morning light, camouflaging the incoming shallow patches and sandbars beginning to sprint past the boat. Even without the engines, the sails carry us with the wind at an incredible rate of speed. The sunrise illuminates several small islands, some of them are only raised blobs of sand, others with a handful of trees, some with rocky hills and multiple beaches. Logan speeds past all of them, steering the ship toward a larger island chain whose mountains cast shadows over the sparkling water. M

“Those are solar panels, so the ship actually runs off the energy of the sun. The power is stored in cells below deck, and she can easily run for ten hours during good weather, with nearly every device and appliance operating at once.” “What if the sun isn’t out, say it’s raining or cloudy? How do you get back to port then?” she asked, transfixed by the excitement in his eyes. “She has a normal backup battery, though I’ve never had to use it. There is always some sunshine to warm up the cells. However, if it means anchoring somewhere off port until a storm blows over, then I just hope I have a very beautiful green-eyed girl, with incredible legs, to keep me company until it does.”

William's POV The Crimson Tide was now out at sea on its way to France. As we sailed along, suddenly a bright light interrupted our peaceful night. We saw a ship in the distance, its lights shining brightly in the darkness. "What is that?" one of my shipmates asked. "I don't know," I said. “But whatever it is, we need to be prepared." We all watched as the ship drew closer and closer. It was a large ship—much larger than ours.

On the screen, Mila could be seen helplessly holding onto her fearful classmate’s hands, trying her best to calm her friend as well as herself. Before either of them could even calm themselves, a massive spaceship—made of bronze—suddenly emerged from the depths of the ocean, sending millions of waves rolling! All it took was a single glance for Gerald to recognize the large spaceship. It… It was the spaceship belonging to the Sun League…! Watching as the spaceship swallowed Mila and the rest of her ship up before descending below the waves again, Gerald found himself barely able to hold himself back. He desperately wanted to rush over and save her, even if he knew that there was little chanc

Rumor had it that walkers used the filters to brave discovery within the barrens, using the intoxicating drink for courage along the way. Drift-walking near his father’s side, Bjorn stepped foot on board his first airship. Beneath the Rand Solar shielding canopy, the vessel employed a double-balloon lift system customized for ships used for surface visits. The dual-lift design enhanced airspeed while enabling better maneuverability and reliability. The bow's forecastle reared above the upper deck and promoted improved visual of external and internal conditions. Although open on all four sides, the Rand Solar shielding topped the Amera from bow to stern. At last, he thought, an experience bey

His arms wrapped around me in a warm, protective embrace, holding me close and safe. "I'm here," he whispered into my hair, his voice breaking as he spoke, his words raw with promise. "Always." And for the first time in days, I let myself believe it. I let myself lean into him — into us — and let the world outside fall away. No matter what storm waited for us in the shadows, No matter what secrets still lingered beyond our reach, We would face them, together, with all our might. * The sunlight poured gently through the cracks in the curtains, warming the hardwood floors and bathing the bedroom in a soft, golden glow. It felt so good to wake up without the usual dizziness or nausea! I'm just

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

We got out and halted our footsteps by the front of the car, admiring the setting sun and all the colors in the sky. "You ready?" I asked as I took the position, looking like I was about to run in a track event after the gun sounded. "Ready for what?" I looked up and informed him as if it were obvious, "We are going to chase the sunlight." Kiran looked back to the horizon and stared for a moment before laughing, "You aren't serious." "I told you I was going to show you how I have fun," I straightened to look at him in the eye before gesturing to the sun, "This is my fun."

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y

"My son isn't dead. He was just abroad getting treatment. I have no idea who started those rumors..." Watching her lie without a trace of shame, I laughed out loud. She was the one who sent me overseas. She was the one who told everyone I was dead. She transferred my inheritance, my shares—everything—into Jake's name. She left me with nothing. My mother shot me a warning glare. And then the screen lit up. Photos and videos started playing one after another. Every single one showed what I'd been through. Electroshock. Medication. Bright white lamps shining in my eyes, trying to make me forget Emily.