Bartolomeo Ship Novels & Stories

Augustus so wanted to kick him but refrained himself by looking in other direction. The spy coughed out loudly as his throat tried to grasp fresh air. Aurelius went near him and patted on his back and asked in stiff tone , " What made you say so? " Spy was still trying to breathe but mustered up to speak, " We recieved a news that around fifteen days back, a ship was standing on the port which had no flag on it. Since it was the time when Sicily, Sardinia and Corsica were fighting for sea dominance, nobody paid much heed to it . Our spies went deeper into the matter by capturing captain of the ship. He told us that they came from Sicily and after few tortures, he opened up to us that they we

Alejandro finally cursed under his breath and reached for his phone. “Whoever this is better be dying,” he muttered. He answered. “Boss we have a problem.” It was Mateo, the head of Favino shipping operations. Alejandro sat up immediately. “What kind of problem?” “A big one,” Mateo said. “Three of our ships in Valencia have been delayed. One didn’t leave port. One reported a mechanical failure that wasn’t on any record. And the third…” He exhaled. “The third sprung a leak.” Alejandro froze. “A leak? How?”

During the crossing over the scarlet waters of the Atlantic, Alvaro lived the five best days of his life; drinking unlimited quantities of the most exquisite liquor, smoking one after another, the best tobacco; and trying out the women he wanted. He alternated all this with card games, darts and billiards. Boarding the ship from the United Kingdom to Le Havre, France, was the most fun part for Alvaro; he had not wanted the ferry to ever arrive. The owners of these cargo ships used to accumulate exaggerated debts with the Tonali brothers, so the shipments of their merchandise were a form of retribution.

The stormbellow turns off and Garth with Lard emerge from the living space of the ship with ropes in hand. Garth tosses one of the ropes to Gardax and they both tie a knot along the centerfold of the bridge and then lift and jumping off the ship and onto the wooden docks securing the ship. Garth grabs one of the planks that is set up on the docking station and connects it with the Translucent Sun. Lard is the first one that makes his way off the ship followed by Romera then finally Salavanta. The redhead captain folds her arms across her chest and on that long sleeve white shirt in the front with the long black leather trench coat. “Well, you all know the drill!” they all nod and begin to tr

“It is my honor to speak in the presence of the Holy Emperor. The situation on the Western Front is— in my opinion— the bleakest it has been since the beginning of the war. I am reluctant to speak the truth, as I am afraid that His Majesty may find himself in a state of extreme shock if I inform him of the terrible news from the Western Front.” Emperor Khartoum whispered into General Iskender’s ear once again, and the general spoke on behalf of the emperor. “Speak as you will, General Bartholomew.” “I will speak, then, upon Your Majesty’s request. I have been informed that a relatively small force of Medietan soldiers acting against orders embarked on a troopship and sailed across the Strait

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I cut him a look. "I meant your attention." "I know what you meant." He grinned. "Just making sure." Before I could snap something back, Matteo knocked once and let himself in. "The Scarlatti shipment arrived early," he said, tossing a folder on my desk. "Two crates light." I skimmed it. "Same dock?" "Same manifest. Different crew." "Anyone we know?" Matteo leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "A name came up. Silvano."

Badummm! "You know I'm supposed to kill for shouting like a maniac right?" I said as a matter of fact and he chuckled before pulling me up from the bed to my feet. "Oooh, I see a love ship coming up." Kori said and Isaac whistled. "Let me guess what your ship name would be. Hmmm..Dante and Arietta, should we say...Arite?" Clarry said and I shook my head "How about Riante?" Mouris chipped in.

He answered swiftly, pressing it to his ear. “Boss, we’ve got a lead,” Marco said, his voice urgent. “Carla’s men were spotted at the old shipyard on the east side. Looks like they’re moving weapons.” Vito’s eyes narrowed, the icy determination in his gaze hardening. “Weapons, huh? She’s gearing up for something big.” "Yes," Marco confirmed. "If we move fast, we can intercept her shipment and cripple her plans before they start." Vito set his glass down with a sharp clink and straightened.