Campania Ship Novels & Stories

“Talk.” He hesitated. “One of our captains — the Sorrenti crew out of Naples — flipped.” “To who?” Luca asked. Mateo’s jaw clenched. “We're not sure. But two of our intel are dead, and someone leaked the coordinates of our cargo ship in the Adriatic. It was hit an hour ago. Sunk.” Amara’s face didn’t change. “How many casualties?” “Ten. Including the captain.” Her silence was louder than a scream.

It didn't matter to her since she figured that most of them were given new identification codes so no one would know of their previous owners. She walked by a separate hanger and looked at the number and saw that she had come to the hanger bay Levi had told her about earlier. As she walked in her jaw dropped in awe of the ship, she would be traveling in. It wasn't like the others she had seen. It had a very sleek design, but was still massive. She noticed that it was designed for combat above all things; it had twin plasma cannons on the front and sides. After taking in the size of the vessel she looked around for her pilot. There were several soldiers posted around the ship and technicians

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

I respond. "Good," he says and leads me forth. The speed boat stands facing me like it has been waiting for my arrival. Whoa! It's beautiful! The blue logo reading "Carter Shipping Co." that was also on the helicopter. This must be one of the companies products. Quality products, I smirk in my head. What else would I expect from Mr. Carter? Always aiming for the extra ordinary. A short bearded man walks towards us. Liam gives him a farmiliar look.

The ship groaned and engines fired with a loud bang to mock his desperation. The ramp sealed shut like a coffin. “NO!” Pedro roared, slamming a fist against the concrete barrier as the ship peeled away from the dock, melting into the dark waters beyond. He stood there in the rain, shoulders rising and falling as if he couldn’t breathe. His chest burned. He didn’t need confirmation. He knew. He saw the faint outline of a stretcher inside that van before it disappeared. He saw her. “Aelia…” Derrick approached cautiously. “We’re tracking the ship now, trying to identify its route. It doesn’t match any naval logs. I’ll call in every favor we have—”

The air was thick with salt and the scent of bougainvillaea. Cameron, along with two other members of the security team, met me on the tarmac. Soraya’s yacht was anchored off Playa del Inglés. We found it easily, a vision of obscene white luxury against the deep blue. A tender took us out from the marina. As we drew alongside, two men, built like refrigerators in polo shirts, appeared at the rail. They did not offer to help us board. ‘He goes on alone,’ one of them said, his accent Eastern European, his eyes on Cameron.

She noticed the gap the one port too insignificant to watch closely, yet perfectly positioned for interception. “She’s not just inside,” Bianca said. “She’s already taken one of your keys.” Matteo stared at her, his fury tempered by something else: respect. “Then we’ll take it back.” The message came not through whispers, but through fire. At dawn, word reached them: Romano ships had gone up in flames off the coast of Italy. An entire fleet, reduced to burning wreckage. Smoke spiraled across the sea, carrying the scent of ruin. Bianca and Matteo stood together on a cliff overlooking the water, the horizon blackened with smoke.

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 this sighting. As they ran as fast as their four stubby legs could take them, they cried to their fellow members.

she said. “we’ll see darling” Roman replied, ruffling her hair. The couple stood together r as the ship finally came to harbour, Camila gasped at the huge banner that said Welcome Mr and Mrs Romero. She kissed Roman before running out of the ship and unto the sand. The island was huge from what she could see. Roman soon came and stood beside her, her put his arm around her shoulder and grinned. “welcome to the Romero Islands”.

“Boungiorno sir” the voice coming through the phone as Capello was perturbed by the news he just heard. He was expecting his shipments from Port Miami when he is just informed that the shipment sank into the ocean with very few crewmen surviving.Still in his disbelief he turned on the Tv to see if he can get the news, teardrops streamed from his eyes as he saw it was all over on Sky news that the cargo ship number AE55557 sunk in the Atlantic ocean.