Bartolomeo Ship Novels & Stories

I looked nothing like the victorious Don they believed they were celebrating. “Ten million euros,” Bernardo grunted. He slapped his palm against the desk, a broad smile spreading across his scarred face. “Ten million euros for a useless maid who could not even wipe a table without dropping a plate.” The Naples captains laughed. “You played him like a fool, Sebastian,” Signor Rossi said, pouring himself another glass of wine. “Vance thought he was buying a prize. Instead, he handed us enough capital to buy three new cargo ships for the Mediterranean expansion.”

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?"

“Is this the ship? “ Kataleya said indignantly. Igor: “ Yes! Zeuck: “ What's wrong? Kataleya got even closer to the ship: “ It looks sinister to me! Belton: “ Hahaha Igor: “ It's the only ship we found! Francie: “ But Kataleya is right! What is sinister is sinister! Graden: “ Well, the ship, it looks old to me, but everything is in order! We tried it and everything works! Jonnathan: “ Well, we have no choice either!

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.

“And she had no hand in the death of your, mind I add, her mother too. The woman died by the man that we all deem an enemy, and unfortunately…” “His son is her mate,” I said, stopping the man. “Do not think me a fool. Bartolomeo has worked with his mate’s murderer, knowing that he has killed her. He chose his profit over my mother’s death, the woman that he called a lover, and rather than doing everything that YOU can to avenge your daughter, you both held me back.”

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

Yet here, these villainous Baron Sunders soldiers just didn’t cared at all, they just started killing everything as they pleased. “[Major Fontana!…the 4th ship is lost!…all the crew on top of it expect for our sailors and soldiers were barely alive!!…the 3rd ship is under hard assault at all sides!….Sir Alfred Monticello were defending the top deck along with all the Sailors and soldiers to the best of their abilities!……His Highness president….he is currently keeping the 4th ship close by to the 3rd ship….using a rope on his own!!……we must hurry!!!…]”.(Scout Sailor)

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

"You're welcome. So, Captain Baddo, what's so important that it brought you and Big Berta all the way out to this corner of the Confederacy?" Baddo gulped. He was tall and very thin. His Adam's apple rose and fell. The crew called the freighter Big Berta, but her official name was the Bellbota IV, which indicated that Doug Douglas had fairly good data, and knew where she was supposed to be. Give or take a few light years. The officer jerked his head toward the stern. "It will be easier if I showed you. Please follow me". The industrialist followed the nearly skeletal officer down a well maintained corridor, noted that his olfactory receptors had detected the presence of a highly spiced Marti

"As of now, Octavio will take her place." "I do not agree!" Bartolomeo scoffed again, and took my hand, so that I would feel safe. But his brother was a damned rat who was looking for my downfall and Bartolomeo's along with it. Lorenzo firmly pounded the boardroom table and snorted. "Then sell your shares, dear brother, and get out of here. You no longer have anything to do in this place." Bartolomeo frowned, and I hadn't seen him so defeated in a long time.