Worthy Ship Novels & Stories

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.

They turned around and looked at Soheila and Theodore, wondering what ship was destroyed. “Huh? Are you talking about the ship that we used? It was destroyed?” Sirene confusedly asked. The ship that they used was the only one that she had seen so far and it is huge. So, she knew it will be hard to be destroyed in just a few hours. All of them stopped walking and waited for Soheila to answer. Soheila had already calmed down from shock. She clicked her tongue and at the same time, she snapped her fingers.

On the day the market reopened, the merchant ships brought not goods, but a sentence. "Shallow Bay cannot be violated."

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

We run for miles as K-5 courses through our veins and the fresh air cleans my brain of thoughts of war and violence. We round a bend in the inlet and stop at a boat that's been washed up on shore long before Shadow Warriors arrived. It's large and stayed together well considering there's a large hole in the starboard side. Dried barnacles cover most of the side and bottom showing it was submerged for quite some time before it washed up. Marinah examines it intensely. "Break or run back?" I ask her after a few minutes. Her large, sharp teeth gleam when she turns to me and smiles. "Run."

(The bloody siege) Jack shot at the wolves but they looked bigger, and faster. He missed his aims, "I am out of bullets" he said anxiously "Run," Jay said as he ran separately leaving the two ladies to run on their own. Jack held pretty's hand as they hurry away. The wolves had a leader, who instructed them and they look like human figures but hairy with claws and flange, They looked horrifying. Then suddenly they heard gunshots and some hairy monster running towards their side from the path they were headed they stopped and lost, not knowing where to go.......

The fiber had an amazing tensile strength that could pull even a large ship. Speaking of which, theirs was a cargo vessel called a longship. It had one mast with a square sail, presently furled, and was mainly used for transporting seafood, whale oil and various contraptions to the south and bringing back rubber, rope, and luscious tropical fruits to the north. This time, Aki, Sasha and Temujin wouldn’t be bringing with them any products for trade, only provisions.

There were faint lights scattered around the shape. "Nathaniel," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Is that... is that a ship?" He didn't answer. He dropped the case of fruit in the sand, his eyes fixed on the distant dot. He reached for the signaling mirror in his pocket, his movements fast and shaky. "It’s a vessel," he said, his voice tight with an emotion I couldn't name. "It’s too large for a fishing boat. It’s a freighter or a tanker."

They want war, they want strife all in the guise of defending their state. The states that Frederick had conquered, didn't they also form packs to defend their states? What was so special about the wolves of San Francisco that Frederick would not be able to conquer them? Jokers. All of them. Did I want them to submit under his rule? I don't know, I don't know if Frederick was anything like I've heard, if he was horrible or not. But if he was, it would be better to submit than to fight a foolish battle they knew they were going to lose.

The enemy ship is gaining ground, the distance closing faster than they hoped. The flag is clearer now, the blood-red skull a chilling promise against the black. The ship is large, menacing, built for speed and violence. It cuts through the water with relentless purpose, the gap between them shrinking with each passing moment. As it draws closer, the name painted in crimson letters becomes visible: The Crimson Vengeance.