I Will Sail My Vessel の小説・ストーリー

“Daddy has a boat!” “I heard.” “Tomorrow I’m going sailing. For medical reasons.” “What doctor prescribed a yacht?” Poppy pointed at Sebastian without hesitation. “Daddy Doctor.”

"We're going sailing!" I blinked. "We're what?" He bounced on his toes, his curls flying. "Papa said we're going sailing today!" I turned to Hunter slowly, one eyebrow raised. "Are you serious?" Hunter stood, making his way towards the kitchen to get syrup before walking toward me, and cupped my face with his hand. His thumb brushed my cheek, and his eyes sparkled with that dangerous mix of confidence and mischief that had once undone me completely. "Yes," he said simply. "We're sailing."

Anaya “Follow my lead. I want everyone in position when I give the signal,” I said again, as we were only minutes away from the island. We were on high-speed boats. Some of our men are arriving via helicopter. I know that it could go wrong and that they might already be aware of us. However, as the island is deserted and far from civilization, I am certain they cannot leave it on such short notice.

“We sail. It doesn’t matter if Wahala sank Jupita herself; we will sail. We have twenty more ships, and with them, we will march on, and in three weeks, we will be in Wahala, not to fight a war, but to crush and annihilate the very existence of that kingdom.” Blain bowed his head humbly before walking away. Blaine shut the door and, turning around, found Seyran awake and seated in bed. He stepped towards her, the smile on his face not dimming. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said. “I couldn’t help it; you were not in bed.” She said with a shrug. His smile dimmed a little. “I am sorry about that; it was important.” She nodded. “I heard. What are you going to do now?”

I huff. " The spell I mentioned was to be a barrier around them on the boat as they sail on the sea." His hands clasped my face forcing me to stare into his eyes and when I do, they soften. " Yes. I may be cruel but when it has to do with you, I could never" My trembling breathing reduced. " Why didn't you mention this at dinner?" " Becase then making them to leave would be difficult. This is for the best. And as much as I dislike to say this, I will make sure they're safe in that barrier that nothing gets through. This is our battle strategy and I'm asking that you trust me"

“I’m High Admiral Pavir de Jardin. My defensive fleet above a de Jardin weapons station is under siege. We’re in dire need of your help!” “Oh, well, that’s quite the predicament. Of course we’d be happy to help…” “Thank you, I-” Eris swiftly interrupted Pavir before he could continue, “...For a fee, of course. My fleet doesn’t engage unless proper contracts have been established between parties.”

So, the both of them were chatting with enthusiasm very quickly. At this time, Yahiko had also returned. He greeted Jasmine politely before he said, “Mr. Wade, I have already arranged the boat for you. You can board the boat at the Tokyo container port tonight. You are indeed very lucky. My insider sources said that the coast guard’s patrol will be conducting an equipment overhaul tonight so the maritime supervision will be lax. It will be very easy for you to go out to sea tonight then.” As he spoke, Yahiko then continued, “However, I have also spoken to the coast guards. If there are any changes, they will not conduct any inspections on the boat that you are on.”

She pointed out toward the open sea. “Ma'am, yes ma'am,” I stood tall and saluted her like a true sailor would but with a smile on my face. I walked over with her to help her hoist the sails up. Before long, we were on our way. The waves splashed the sides of the boat as it cut through the water. “So, I may be captain, but you are my navigator. So, you tell me, Mister Navigator, where to?”

I step slightly away from the others, my attention narrowing. “What kind of something,” I ask. “An unregistered vessel,” he replies. “No lights. No communication. It came in quietly and it is still there.” That is enough. “Send me the location,” I say. He does. “I am on my way,” I reply before ending the call. I return to the group, my expression controlled, revealing nothing beyond what is necessary. “There is activity at the southern shore,” I say. “I am going to check it.” Keenan looks at me, his jaw tight, his voice steady despite everything.

Those plans had seemed so important back then. I came around to a marina slip that was usually empty. I considered it my "dream" stall. It was where I liked to launch my windsurfing gear, and where I someday hoped to put a boat of my own. Where I was expecting an empty space, a beautiful, shiny new J111 racing sailboat sat bobbing gently.