Bartolomeo Ship Novels & Stories

Below the balcony, trucks loaded with Marchesi wine and exports rolled out under Roman columns—a testament to business proceeding, even amid carnage. The first flashpoint was Palermo’s docks: where Gabe Vale’s southern alliance attempted to push through a shipment. Their force—mercenaries loyal to Julian—fought a pitched skirmish with Cristiano's men. Guns sounded early, but the tide favored Gabe’s squad. They overwhelmed and captured the terminal, but not before Julian was severely wounded. He fell, his breaths rattled, and Gabe carried him from the fray, as Diego, Gabe's fixer, called in reinforcements.

Dante murmured while carefully assessing the movement on the ship. "I did not come to help you" Wesley insisted again. Dante smirked. "Whatever makes you sleep at night" he replied camly. Dante and his men 'lend' Wesley's speed boat to reach the location of Daniel's ship. Dante brought Christopher and Brooke with him, while leaving Arthur behind for Serene's safety. Wesley huffed with annoyance, but said nothing. "Christopher, we will go up that ship. I am sure the ship would have its captain. You replace the captain and take the ship to our docks" Dante instructed.

docked at Rotterdam, the largest port in the Benelux countries, which is also the largest city in the duchy. The elven-style warship was very conspicuous, flying the flag of Baron Stewart. The harbormaster knew who was coming as soon as he flipped through the heraldry book and hurried to greet him. The harbormaster had inevitably picked up a few merchant habits from his daily encounters with people, and if it was an ordinary honorable nobleman, he could of course pretend not to see him, but Baron Stewart was a field nobleman and had a reputation for being wealthy, so of course he had to be received hospitably.

I would make the man behind it beg for his fucking life. The next day came even heavier. The ship. The containers. They were gone. Not just the containers, but the entire ship was gone from the sea. The captain, helmsman, and navigator were all dropped on the beach with barely covered clothes. It was a fucking humiliation to my face. Whoever was doing this knew me well, knew my business well. And yet I didn’t know who this bastard was. I rang the bell and called Dimitri back to my office. He came five minutes later, and the first thing he did was to kneel on the damn ground again, “Pardon, Padrone. We are trying our best.”