Campania Ship Novels & Stories

"The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place." Gino typed furiously on his phone, recording every word. Satisfied, Mabel stood and picked up the briefcase. "Pleasure doing business with you," she said with a smirk. When she turned to leave, she muttered to herself, "Now to invest in something worthwhile." Gino’s gaze followed her retreating form. Once she exited, Gino turned to Marco. "Should I get the briefcase back?" Marco shook his head. "No. Focus on finding the ship and the island."

I reached into my pocket and pulled it out with shaking hands. Unknown number. "Hello?" My voice cracked. "Hello, Mrs. D'Angelo." Felipe's voice was smooth. Cultured. As if we were old friends catching up. "I assume you found the café. Sorry for the mess, but I wanted to make sure you knew I was serious.” "Where is she?" I demanded. "Where is Cameron?" "Right here with me." There was a rustling and then I heard Cameron crying. “She’s a little banged up from the explosion, but she is alive. For now."

Felix—Damon’s right-hand man—had just returned from the investigation. He entered Damon’s study to submit the casualty list from the ship explosion. He took a seat in front of the desk, not daring to interrupt Damon, who was replaying the CCTV footage repeatedly. Damon hit pause on the figure of Sara in the video, being dragged onto the cargo ship by several masked men. His gaze shifted to the report on the desk. He leafed through the pages and photos of victims destroyed by the explosion. Not a single living soul had survived.

Damn, she was just confined! Oh no! Better not mention it! Because she's still on the ship and can't afford to offend that captain with a screw loose! Camille was also earnestly fishing, saying, "Yeah, other places might not be safe, but on this ship, it's absolutely secure! Everyone on this ship is from Herman Company, we all have no conflicts of interest, and you're not blocking anyone's luck. Who wouldn't get along with you?" Well, even if she did spill the beans about being confined, probably no one would believe her, right?

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Rowan By the time I finished the seventh stick of my cigarettes, the massive cargo let out a deafening blast of ship horns as the mooring lines were being cast off. The horns continue to echo off the coastal cliffs, followed by the steady vibrating purr of the ship engine and heavy plumes of black smoke curling into the sky. Soon, the ship begins gliding toward the sea, parting the glassy harbor waters to its destination. I pulled out my phone as I typed a text to my father, [Shipment 1094-K1999, has left the port successfully.]