Bartolomeo Ship Novels & Stories

He thought that he might not be able to memorize the passages that would lead him back to the village of Malam. Meanwhile, in the middle of lawless waters, a ship was sailing quite casually. The ship flies a flag with a painting of dry twigs and roots, which is the symbol of the land of Shamo. On the expanded part of the sail, an inscription was clearly displayed that read: Guichuan Ship. Unmistakably, it was the ship belonging to the noble Feng Yaoshan that Shen Shen had boarded with the Red Bat group. The ship's destination, of course, was law-free land across the Juda river. It was also there that the center of the Red Bat organization was located.

In the end, she was just a bystander. “Stay here,” Dante told Natalie. She nodded as she watched the two men walk out. They closed the door, but Natalie wondered who Ricky Goodman was or whoever was. Finally, she quietly and carefully opened the door slightly, creating an opening to eavesdrop. An unfamiliar male voice was heard addressing Dante, “Mr. Vittorio, I hope I’m not disturbing you. I should have come even earlier.” “What’s the matter?” asked Dante. “My men were unable to transport the goods in time. Our ship suddenly suffered severe damage. If the goods stay in port too long, the situation might not be good,” said the unfamiliar voice.

He smirked, “whether she has my sons or not is irrelevant. She is mine now. She is not going anywhere I am not. Now, her best friend and sister was taken and by someone I believe you do business with Belkin.” “Yes. Bartoli. We have let him use our fishing vessels from time to time to move product. We know he was supposed to have a shipment running from the port in Paris to Sicily and the boat made a detour offshore near a marina here in Nice. It is probable he took your friend to this trawler. However, I cannot reach my captain, and I am concerned perhaps the boat was compromised. The captain tends to travel with his wife and daughter. If Bartoli did something stupid like force my captain to

But just as the celebration reached its peak, one of his men stumbled in, his face drained of color. "Don Calderone, the ship Donna Calderone and Mr. Niccolo were on has exploded! It blew up shortly after entering international waters. There were… no survivors."

, the pirate on the Crow nest said. "One of them is an Endeavor, ship from town set by the king to come destroy all the pirates on the sea. 'Come down', Captain Babbosa said as he looks at the same place where those fighting are. The pirate came down and looked at the place with the telescope on his eyes. Captain hit his head with his hand and collected the telescope from him. Captain looked at those ships for second, took it off, he used the telescope again, took it off the second time and then sent a person from our ship to the other ship where Salazar are.

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

The shipment—priceless Renaissance-era statues and paintings—was loaded onto a freighter in the dark port of Naples. The ambush was textbook Giordano: quick, clean, and terrifying. Two speedboats, manned by masked commandos, swarmed the freighter. The brief, desperate firefight lasted less than five minutes. The captain and his few Soldati were swiftly neutralized. The antiques were transferred to the Giordano boats. The Calabrese Capo, the one who betrayed Dante, was the key. He was sitting in a safe house, sweating, waiting for my signal. My phone vibrated with a text from Seraphina: Mission Complete. Goods Secured. Package Delivered.

When Valeria and I followed Mateo's trail to the docks, flames lit up the night sky. He had already blown up two warehouses. The Gambino family's ships were shattered, and men screamed as they plunged into the icy water. "Mateo!" Valeria yelled, her voice trembling with fury. Mateo stood at the entrance to the armory, a detonator in his hand. "Valeria, you made it." "You've lost your mind!" I rushed forward, only to be blocked by his men. "This is the family's property. These are our men's lives!"

I extended my hand to him and he took it with such an iron grip, startling and making me recoil. "Homero García. I was told of the attack you all encountered. How is Alessio? I'm sure he must be so blood thirsty right now" Homero said with a mirthful laughter. Dante nodded and gave a shallow laugh. "The man has Morelli's blood flowing in his veins. You don't mess with a Morelli and go scot free" "Anyways that aside, Homero the crew on board have something to do with our attack. I need them bounded up and taken to your warehouse. We need to set things straight" Dante expelled his orders.

“The hull is breaching in sector four.” “Not yet,” I said, my eyes catching something on the deck. The gold plated pistol Elio had dropped was sliding toward the edge. I reached down and snatched it up, the weight of the metal surprisingly light. I looked at the intricate carvings on the barrel... the symbol of the Carranza family. A relic of an old world. “What are you doing?” Sebastian asked. I walked to the edge of the railing, looking down at the churning, white foam of the Atlantic. The ship was sinking faster now, the bow already submerged.