Worthy Ship Novels & Stories

I screeched, gripping his wrist with both hands and trying to pull away from him. "No can do." He pushed me up the stairs in front of him as we ascended to the upper desk. I opened my mouth to protest further but was quickly stunned into silence at the sight before me. It was incredible, something out of a fairytale. A massive man-of-war ship was rocking in the waves only yards from the smaller cruise ship that had been my ride to port in Valoria. Its size was nearly triple in comparison to my boat, stretching four stories out of the water with sails that would have covered the length of my boat twice over. Though it looked vintage, its sails were clearly just for show, as it was powered by

Compared to the relatively sleepy village, this place is swarming with merchants and wayfarers, all of which are shouting and quickly loading cargo onto ships as swiftly as possible in the event the rather lucky strip of sunshine evaporates into the megastorm on either side. I’m jostled side to side, stuck between the guards, with Magnus taking up the lead while he navigates the fray. An absolutely massive cargo ship bobs just beyond the dock. Smaller boats zigzag back and forth, hauling cargo to the boat. It’s too large to dock. It’s honestly the largest ship I’ve ever seen in my life. I glance away from it to scan the rest of the boats at the port but look back when the letters on the carg

Thankfully none of the crew did more than glance at them with irritation as they rushed past. "We don't have enough chain shot, sir!" "Load the remaining cannons with grape shot!" the captain ordered. "Aim for the decks!" a midshipman added. "Belay that! Aim for the sails! We have to slow her down!" She was terrified she and Cedric would be hauled back down into the hull of the ship by someone, but they were far more worried about the approaching sloop. When she focused on the ships in the distance she saw two flags. The Union Jack flapped against the wind of both vessels. The larger and closer vessel also carried the flag of the Royal Navy at the rear. The ship just behind it was closing th

"How many ships?" "Six iron-clads, sir," the scout replied, looking up with wide, anxious eyes. "But they aren't firing their batteries. They are moving slow, towing a massive, floating iron platform behind them. High Alpha Torin says it looks like a deep-sea siege crane." Natalia turned her gaze toward the open horizon. Through the thick, swirling sea-mist of the Midnight Sea, the familiar, low-profile silhouettes of the western warships began to break the gray winter light. They didn't sound their mechanical horns this time; they moved in a synchronized, eerie silence, their smoke-stacks belching thick black soot that cast a dark shadow across the frozen water.

This is a good chance for me to show myself, which is why I’m really thrilled. I couldn’t help clenching on my pen as I looked outside the window, where a gigantic warship was berthed at the harbor. Sacre bleu, it had to be the most imposing warship I had ever seen—it was painted in black for camouflage in night battles, whereas its hull was of a sleek design. With the towering bridge on its bow, it looked just like a horned beast sailing through the seas. The thought of sailing in that warship as it crashed through the waves to the merpeople’s territory excited me.

“That’s not possible.” Fear slid through the ship immediately. Gabriel followed his stare. Then his expression darkened too. Far across the ocean lights were appearing through the storm. Dozens of ships. Black ships. Covered in silver moon symbols. Hunters. An entire fleet of them. And standing at the front of the largest ship was a woman wearing a silver crown.

She happily clapped her hands before calling for one of Aryan’s guards. Yet as she slightly raised her head, she happened to glance at the pier and saw a familiar ship docking. She squinted her eyes to see the flag clearly. It was painted with a distorted shape of a ship, appearing wavy like waves of the ocean. Atop the drawing of the abnormal shape, two same sized cups rest on a horizontal line, one on each end, which is balanced by a vertical line. This is the ship of the Miracle merchants! The one the seller a while ago was bragging about!

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

The ocean spray soaked her, making her shiver, but she refused to show weakness. She clenched her jaw, breathing through her fear. She would not break. But when they reached their destination, her stomach dropped. A massive pirate ship loomed ahead, its tattered sails billowing in the wind. The vessel was ancient, its wooden planks warped from time and the salty air. The black flag that flew from its mast bore no symbol, only a single blood-red slash. Delia’s breath hitched as the fishing boat slid up alongside the ship, where a handful of waiting men tossed down a rope ladder.

I said and it was like the lightbulb finally turned on. Just then there was a ripple in the air and this dude walked right to it. I wasn’t sure if Jax saw it or not but we sure as hell did. As soon as we passed it or walked threw it, whatever we did, Koa stopped dead in her tracks. There were 6 ships lined along the coast and there were men and women all hanging around on the deck. “Can anybody hear us outside this…this…bubble?” Koa asked the guy and he shook his head.