It had been a long trip. In reality, it only lasted only two weeks, but two weeks in a vessel this crowded, was a long trip. Delia stood in the crowd, waiting to disembark, and looked for Elizabeth.
Category: low gravity world
Stories from a low gravity world where people can strap wings to their arms and fly and live on floating cities or mountain tops that rise above the heavy, toxic gasses which cover most of the planet.
Concepts of My Worlds
I sometimes get questions about the stories I write, so here are some answers to common questions. I hope this helps, and please let me know if you have any other questions.
Pirates! (pt 5 – conclusion) Repel Boarders!
Time passed as the crew restlessly waited for the pursuing ship to finish reeling them in. The black skull on the blood red pirate flag grinned malevolently down at them. Imagination gave it a sinister aura that was felt even when turned away. Captain Rush and his Second stood in the lookout staring and trying to think of something to do.
Pirates! (pt 4) Waiting on the Edge
The uncertainty combined with the endless monotony of waiting was driving her crazy. She got up, picked her way quietly through the crowded room, and cracked the door open.
“Ma’am, when the trouble starts you won’t have to open the door to hear it.”
Delia started and whirled to face the voice. She found two very alert and slightly watery eyes looking back at her.
Pirates! (pt3) Return Flight
The ship was close. Squadron Leader Wakechai was having difficulty, but his flight was almost back to the ship. Tristan watched, willing them on. He gave a silent cheer when Wakechai landed, but just then, Blue 3’s left wing snapped in half sending him tumbling out of control down into the mist. Tristan’s stomach tightened into a knot, and he quickly looked over his own wings as best he could.
Pirates! (pt 2) Aerial Attack
In front of Tristan, Devadas locked his wings and dove. His turn was next. One second. Lock wings open. Two seconds. GO! He pitched down into a dive just as he had in training thousands of times before. Just as he had on predators attacking the schools. He pulled the firebombs from his belt. These ships were made with wood, and he was under no illusions about what he was going to do. All that was swept aside as adrenaline, the thrill of speed, and survival instinct came together in razor focus on one thing. Hit the target without getting killed.
Pirates! (pt 1) Sail Ho!
“Sail ho! Sail ho!” The cry rolled over the ship as a churning wave unsettling every place it touched. Everyone stood up and began muttering, wondering what this meant. The attack in port had them on edge, so they were in no mood for anything unexpected.
How to End a War?
Delia nodded pensively. Her address to the council had been animated, angry, and distraught, but since then, all her emotions seem to have settled somewhere deep inside her forming a grim sense of purpose.
Another Failure – world 2
Coffee. This definitely called for coffee. The aroma hit her as soon as she opened the container, and even just the smell began relaxing her tired mind. Coffee was expensive and could only be purchased when The City was within trading distance of the handful of lands coffee grew on, so she reserved it for special occasions. Unfortunately, most of the recent occasions were dealing with frustrations and failures.
A Storm in the Depths – world 2
The Captain, knowing this was one of the most dangerous times when men would let their guard down before they should, shouted encouragement and reminders.