Worst Ships Novels & Stories

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.”

Alex and Sawyer drag Logan, now groaning softly, through the trees and onto a beach that opens up to a lagoon, where three massive ships bob in the calm water. They have to be… very old or exquisitely crafted replicas of the kind of ships Aviva mentioned used to sail the seas during the golden age of the Firestone witches. Several stories tall and made completely out of wood, they gleam like gold in the sunlight, their massive sails pulled in and anchors dragging on the seafloor. Pirate ships. All three of them. I might actually be dead. That would make more sense than what I’m seeing.

Félix and Runa barely made it to the evacuation pods as the lead vessel began to implode. Administrator Voss’s projection appeared one last time on the Spire’s bridge. He didn't look angry; he looked confused. "The... the expenditure... it was not... logical. You destroyed your own resources... to protect... units." "They aren't units, Voss," I said, my voice cold and steady as I watched the Ever-Zero sink into the steaming sea. "They're a family. And a family doesn't care about the math." The remaining Sunless ships, their lead vessel destroyed and their technology neutralized by the thermal shock, beat a frantic, silent retreat back into the southern mists.

I stand on the high cliffside, my heart sinking as I count dozens of black-sailed war-ships closing in on our coastline. The vast expanse of the dark ocean below is choked with iron-clad vessels bearing the serpent insignia of Dawn Mercer's western syndicates, their towering masts slicing through the gray, turbulent sky like a forest of wicked blades.

"Boom" At this moment, the huge warship was already on the verge of collapse. It was obvious that Tu Qi's attack had severely injured it. Furthermore, the surrounding Golden Poisonous Bees were not to be trifled with. They had even targeted the weak point of the warship and were fiercely attacking it. Huge cracks began to appear. This warship was already on the verge of collapse. "Hahaha..." The Seven Killings of Blood burst into arrogant laughter. It was clear that even though they didn't obtain this warship, personally destroying it was still an extremely fast matter.

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

Cracks actually appeared in the two-story building! The Malian navy ships that were floating on the sea were clearly sinking slowly. Cracks that were several feet deep had appeared across several decks. Caine had been standing opposite Sebastian, and he felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. He landed on the ground in an instant, forming a one-foot-deep depression beneath him. Horatio looked on in disbelief. He was dumbstruck. He wasn't the only one. Even the people on Dramon's military ships were looking up at the sky in fear.

The group of people was all surprised by the sound. When they looked up, they saw about a dozen of the top and most luxurious cruise ships appearing on the surface of the sea in the dim night. Why was it the top and most luxurious? This was because when they saw Mr. Yan’s cruise ship, they already thought that it was the most luxurious cruise ship that they had ever seen. However, looking at the dozens of cruise ships on the sea now, it seemed as though those cruise ships were all as dazzling and incredible as a galaxy battleship!

But the water wasn't the scary part. Floating on the black sea were ships. Hundreds of them. There were Viking longships, their wood rotted and petrified. There were 17th-century galleons with tattered sails frozen in mid-flap. There were rusted ironclads from the Civil War. And dominating the center, massive, grey steel hulks of WWII destroyers and U-boats. They bobbed silently in the black water, bumping into each other with dull, hollow thuds.

This fact had been the undoing for some who had clutched too long to their cargo and would not let go. Of all of a sailor’s fears, shipwreck and pirate invasion were the worst. Both had the capacity to steal away lives and property, the former being more dangerous than the second, for in that case, the entire boat was lost. The latter was more painful as it is something that could be easily avoided. It causes great pain when you see your fellow man take away what you have just because he has a gun in hand and you don’t. *******