Worthy Ship Novels & Stories

Which had two sail-boats racing, one had a five-digit number on its sail. She types the number into the safe’s keypad and it unlocks. She rummages through the notebooks and pulls some out, she looks for her mother’s journal but it isn't there, she wonders where it had got to as she had it with her when she’d arrived in England. Had Richard taken it that first day? She shakes herself and turns back to Fi,

With practiced precision, they assisted Lilith as she gracefully stepped into the boat, settling into a plush seat. As soon as she was seated, the soldiers took their positions, their trained hands gripping the paddles. The rhythmic sound of their synchronized strokes against the water filled the air, propelling the boat forward. The gentle current guided them along the river, while other boats followed in a procession behind Lilith's. The boat itself was elegantly designed, adorned with white materials and boasting a protective roof overhead. Its pristine appearance belied the weight of the occasion it symbolized—Lilith's journey towards an arranged marriage.

"Tristan... what—what is this?" Tristan seemed to hear her. His breathing was ragged, his voice unhinged, his words indistinguishable from self-reassurance. "That wretch, Crystal, not only ran away, but she had the audacity to leave this fake corpse behind to fool me. When I find her, I'll make sure she suffers!" I wanted to split his skull open just to see what was inside. A thick, heavy steamer. Three sturdy locks. A room sealed tight, with no cracks, no escape.

Before they boarded the ship, Ami and Mabel couldn’t help but gawk at the massive ship. For her part, Ami had only seen photos of it when she was in college. The Gonzales’ just purchased the ship and Rain was so proud that the first thing he did was show a photo of it to Ami. Of course over the years, the ship had undergone a makeover to modernize it. It had nearly cost the Gonzales’ their fortune. If not for Mrs. Gonzales’ business acumen, they could have gone bankrupt. Now gazing at it up close, it felt surreal for Ami. Her jaw dropped at the massive size but she at once remembered who she was with so as quickly as she could, she nudged Mabel on her side which earned her a glare. “Close yo

‘What is this merchant ship in front of me?’ “H-How is this possible? Am I seeing things? The all-out blows of the four peak Infinity Rankers didn’t even shake that damned ship at all, and they were also injured? Is that a merchant ship or a mobile military fortress?” One of the three leading space pirates asked in disbelief. “Come, let’s go over together. I want to see how high this merchant ship’s defense power is,” Boss said with a gloomy face.

So she changed her approach and proposed in public, "I request a match with Nidora's first female commander. If I win, Nidora will grant Wesselham a shipment of onyxite free of charge. If I lose, Wesselham will never again interfere in Nidora's mining and production of onyxite." It sounded fair and reasonable, but in truth, it was utterly shameless. No matter the outcome, Wesselham had nothing to lose. If they won, they would gain onyxite, and even if they lost, they had never had the rights to Nidora's onyxite in the first place. The officials of Nidora were outraged. "Your Majesty, this is unfair to Nidora!" "Lymane, you're just trying to take advantage of us! Such a clever scheme! Do you

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

Emma whispered, “That’s bigger than the Leviathan carrier.” Sophia nodded slowly. “Yes.” Elizabeth looked at Lewis. “What kind of ship is that big?” Lewis thought for a moment. “Not a normal ship.” Victor added quietly, “The Covenant builds strange things.” Daniel crossed his arms. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it’s friendly.” Sophia shook her head. “It’s not.” Emma asked, “How do you know?” Sophia pointed at the radar movement. “It’s heading directly for this facility.”

"Good, I grow tired of waiting. If by dawn this Outsider has not arrived I intend to depart with the force we have. Mourndark is waiting. If we are late it will be on my head! I will not have it!" "Shall I give the order, Sir?" "If we are still on our own in three hours. We'll be under way soon enough." Barely had he spoken those words when his cabin was lit by a blinding flash. The bright flash lit up the void, filling the once empty space with a three kilometers worth of warship. The ships nearby were taken by surprise and scattered like leaves in the wind, taking defensive positions. "Jump 239 complete. Just under 2k drift. Right where we're supposed to be sir."

As they neared the end Mark caught sight of a boat in the water, unlike any he'd seen before. He could see it was a double-hulled Catamaran, but it wasn't a sailboat. It was like two speedboats welded together then given to Ferrari to turn into something fast and cool. A large cabin sat astride the two hulls with angled windows, topped by a small seating area upstairs, and the entire ship was coated in a kind of metallic charcoal colour. It looked fast, predatory and dangerous. "This is the Betsy," Captain Wales announced and Mark chuckled. "Something funny, lad?"