Bartolomeo Ship Novels & Stories

A seemingly ordinary fishing boat received a cargo of wooden boxes, their tops camouflaged with orange oranges and red apples. "All goods are in accordance with Mr. Nicholai Tsar Romanov, and payment has been received in full. Safe travels to Russia, my friend!" said Pablo Barbossa as he shook hands with his client's trusted associate, Vladimir Kergei. "Pleased to do business with you, Mister Americano!" replied Vladimir before boarding the disguised fishing boat. The turbo-powered fishing boat quickly sped out into the open sea. They did not want to take the risk of staying too long in Chicago Harbor with the illegal firearms cargo. And sure enough....

That is, if she came back. “Please come back to me!” Bartolomeo sat in the armchair, defeated. He thought so much about Maryam all those years, wondering if she had married someone else. He didn't look for her, or try to find out about her, so as not to fall into temptation or draw attention to her, putting her in danger. He needed to make sure she would be safe. Years passed and he figured she wouldn't wait for him. Meanwhile, Vince went after Nico. He would soon deal with Raffaele. Two days in that cell probably softened him up.

Control of the ports. “Tradimento.” Betrayal. “Fiducia, ma con cautela.” Trust, but with caution. Genci approached again, leaning close. “Signore, message from Rico. The shipment was intercepted. Two men dead.” I didn’t flinch. “By who?” “They say Powell’s men.” Giovanni swore softly. “He’s moving faster than I thought.” Camilla tilted her head. “So what’s next, Dante? War?” The question hung in the air like gunpowder.

“Are you sure about this?” She met his gaze, her voice steady. “I’m done playing defense. It’s time Romano starts running.” Naples, Italy – The Attack on the Shipment The Naples port was quiet at night, but Isabella knew better. Beneath the calm exterior, Romano’s men were everywhere. She adjusted the earpiece. “Dante, are you in position?” Dante’s voice came through. “Locked and loaded. Say the word, and I make it rain fire.”

Archie turned to the others excited. “It’s okay everyone,” Archie said. “It's a marine ship from King Gerald’s fort. My brother commands a few. They wouldn’t attack a civilian ship without cause.” Archie’s statement doesn’t ease the tension within the group as they continue to prepare. “Well, do they know that?” Micah asked, keeping his eye on the ship’s fast approach.

“Fine! Gotta go. Teacher Mary’s coming!” The line cut off. I exhaled and smacked my cheeks with both hands. It helped me focus on my predicament. With arms crossed, I watched the barge swaying gently on the waves. Its massive gray structure was just as my father once described—the Kulbahinam Barge, a large vessel with twelve passenger cabins, forty double decks, and too many weathered plastic chairs bolted to the deck. It belonged to the Garcia family, a shipping empire. Father used to work for them when he was alive.

Marco stood near the security panel, still scanning the failed systems, but even he had slowed down, attention split between the screen and the tension building between us. I broke it first. “What does she mean by that?” Alessio’s gaze didn’t leave the message. “I don’t know.” That answer was rare. And it made my chest tighten more than if he had lied. Because Alessio only admitted uncertainty when it mattered. When it couldn’t be controlled. Marco cleared his throat carefully. “Boss, the Bratva channels just spiked again.” That pulled Alessio back into focus immediately. “Status.” “Two more Romano shipments hit along the coastal route. Same pattern as before. It’s coordinated.”

he started before glancing at Liana, who was shaking uncontrollably and My fidgeting father. “Don't you dare!” my father thundered aggressively. “We were much younger, Silvio was barely four or five, Mateo much younger when we overheard a plan, during the Spanish conquest, the old families gathered all of their wealth, into a large ship, they set out but the weight of the gold was too much that it sunk the ship” he paused before continuing. “So we set out all six of us, myself, Vincenzo, Liana, Lorenzo, Isabella and…”

Benedicto Laom Bantoc was a young fisherman who had very dark short hair and a round face with an arched nose, bright dark brown eyes, and bushy eyebrows. His father Mr. Ernesto Alon Bantoc was a poor fisherman and his family was poor. His mother Mrs. Milia Laom Bantoc gathered edible seaweeds to sell at the fish market. Ben had made a fortune out of fishing. He was an astute fisher and the time being at the age of twenty-five, he had already owned ten lashed-lug wooden plank canoes with riggers on both sides and two large also lashed-lug wooden plank ships. There were thirty fishermen engaged in dragging the line and trawling with his fishing vessels at sea.

Originating in the Dutch Republic in the 16th century, the vessel was designed to facilitate transoceanic delivery with the maximum of space and crew efficiency. So during one of their first few nights in the vast open water, Nero saw, or imagined he saw, a vessel standing for them under a press of sail, as though it would run them down. Luna in particular affirmed that it was the ship that once sank due to a storm, and that it must certainly be it, or at least it was its the apparition. According from what she heard, there was once a ship that was lost off the {Cape of Good Hope, change the name}, and every soul on board perished. Wasting no time, the cats approached their masters to report