Campania Ship Novels & Stories

Every single person standing on those smaller boats looked mighty and domineering. ‘Is there some noble on the ship or something?’ George became delighted, his gut feeling telling him that this was going to be a huge scoop. He pulled out his camera, ready to take his pictures at a moment’s notice. At that moment, a booming voice suddenly blasted out from the front. “Who goes there?!” Almost immediately, another man’s voice shouted back, “Haider Coleman, from California!” The voice came again from the tall ship, “If you don’t want to die, get lost!”

All the guests were served something typical of their native cuisines, and, that being the case, some rather strange odors permeated the air. Sophie, who had worn nostril filters rather than run the risk of embarrassment, strove to ignore some of the more disturbing sights and sounds. Ishimoto-Six was pleasant to look at, so it was easy to do. * * * The Camouflage was one of the few Dodvalian vessels not quarantined in the home system. Built in secrecy beyond the Galaxy, and crewed by the offspring of veterans from the last war, the ship was loaded with long range sensors, highly specialized laboratory equipment, and the latest in stealth technology.

After hanging up the satellite phone, the pilot turned around and said, “Contact all nearby ships and ask them to prepare for emergency avoidance lest collisions.” On the cruise ship, Cameron tied the heavily injured captain. The captain looked devastated. “This is it. I’m as good as dead now.” Cameron removed his smelly socks and shoved them in his mouth. “If you have anything to say, say it to the police.” Cameron asked the middle-aged man and the attendant to keep a close eye on him, got up hurriedly, and went out to search for Waylon. When she saw a man who looked wounded and ruffled in the corridor, she was astonished and ran toward him immediately. “Wayne Goldmann!”

It was fired from the warship and blasted at God Valley shortly after that. “F*ck! It’s a cannonball!” Tyr and Archie couldn’t help but tense up when they saw the Kamikakushi warship spewing a tongue of fire. “There’s no need for you to do that,” Tyr said just as Archie was about to make a move to stop the cannonball. Cacus had flown out of the ship as soon as his voice was heard. A large wave swept beneath his feet, propelling him into the air.

The storm came not with thunder, but with a phone call. Camilla was in the west wing library, going over estate ledgers when Luca burst in—face pale, shirt blood-splattered. “It’s Elias,” he said. “He made his move.” Camilla stood instantly, the ledger forgotten. “What did he do?” Luca’s jaw flexed. “Carlo. One of our shipping lieutenants. Found dead in the docks. Shot twice. Execution style. And there was a message.”

in the afternoon, Campian arrived at the company with sufficient energy traces and asked, “Mr. Yarde, will these be enough?” Kayson took a glance and estimated. “Should be okay if he’s still in Northspring.” There was also a young, petite girl with Campian. She had big eyes and a doll-like face, and she commented in shock, “Captain, you must’ve been lied to. What could this do? I think it’d be better to just go to the Hamiltons and ask to borrow their compass.” Kayson looked at her and smiled. “They lost that compass. You wouldn’t be able to borrow it even if you went to see them.”

“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.”

His fingers moved quickly as he typed something before finally answering a call. “Hello, this is Ronal from Ashford Group,” he said coldly and straight to the point. “I need assistance right now.” Camelia turned to look at him. She could see the change in Ronal’s expression, far more serious than usual. “The Ocean Crown cruise ship bound for the Bahamas,” Ronal continued firmly. “Stop that ship in the middle of the sea. Do not let anyone disembark before my team boards.” For a few seconds, he listened to the response from the other side, then his eyes narrowed slightly.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

I inhaled deeply, my mind racing with one thought, “Samira was never worthless.” “Good for nothing!” Kate hissed. Just then, my phone buzzed, pulling my attention away as I answered. It was one of my ship managers. “Yes, I’m a bit preoccupied,” I replied. “Sir, our ship is on fire,” he said, his voice urgent. “What!” I exclaimed. Kate froze, our eyes locking. “Sir, we were about to meet the buyers when smoke suddenly filled the cabins. We barely made it out alive,” he explained.