Ships of THE WRECKING CREW: The Conqueror
Ever wonder what ship inspired the Conqueror in the novel THE WRECKING CREW? Look no further than The World Is Not Enough, the fastest superyacht in the world.
Built by Millennium Superyachts, the ship The World is Not Enough tops out at more than 70 knots / 80 miles per hour. She’s constructed largely of lightweight aluminum alloy and carbon fiber and propelled by more than 20,000 horsepower.
M/Y THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH
Model:
Millennium 140
Builder:
Millennium Superyachts
Naval Architect:
Mulder Design
Interior Designer:
Evan K Marshall
Year:
2004
Length Overall:
42.40m (139’1″ft)
Beam:
8.25m (27’0″ft)
Draft (max):
1.88m (6’2″ft)
Guests:
10
Crew:
6
Hull Material:
Aluminum
Superstructure:
Aluminum
Propulsion:
Triple Waterjets
Max Speed:
70 kts / 80 mph
Check out some excerpts from the novel below!
“Your ship won’t work.”
“But—” protested the doctor.
“There’s only one ship in the world that’s fast enough,” said Jonah. “And she ain’t for charter.”
“I’m afraid I’m in no position to purchase a yacht.”
“That’s fine,” smiled Jonah. “Because we’re going to steal it.”
The crown jewel of the collected ships gently rocked at the end of the long dock, as if every other yacht were but a court valet, and this the empress herself. Sleek lines suggested a vastly different intent of construction than the other bulbous, glitzy cruisers that surrounded it. This was not just any plaything of the ultra-wealthy; this was the Conqueror, the fastest superyacht ever constructed, a coiled spring, a loaded .357 magnum with a hair trigger. Her sleek 140-foot carbon fiber underhull gently rose and fell with the lapping waves, the moonlight glinting off the laminated strands of ultra-strong synthetics. The skin hid a true technical marvel of exactingly designed structural honeycombing, and her upper works were constructed of high-quality aluminum and ceramic composite, interrupted only by blacked-out lightweight privacy glass. Even while docked, her lines whispered sweet nothings of speed, a barely restrained surging velocity.
The indicators passed fifty knots, then sixty, before topping out almost to eighty. Even the untrained ear could hear the engines singing in beautiful harmony and rhythm, perfectly tuned, precisely attenuated for the task at hand. The howling engines drowned out all else but the starry night sky as Malta disappeared behind them.
“So tell me, what did you have against her previous owner?” asked the doctor.
“That’s a story for another day,” answered Jonah.
Want to read more? Check out THE WRECKING CREW today (Blank Slate Press, 2016).
