Deltarune Shipping Novels & Stories

"No, we have not found it yet. But the imposter confessed to everything. We know that he threatened the crew so they stayed silent. It was a good catch that you spotted him." "Yeah, it was at some point during the voyage that another ship came and took the container. The camera footage is blurry but bassed in the direction that ship was going be found out that the other one was going right back to Germany. Or somewhere around there. So we have our people on that side looking for it." her father said. "And it was all Delta?" "We think that they had help from people on that side be we aren't too sure who. Maybe another group they threatened to join. As far as we knew, Delta had not stretched t

“Boss, we’ve got a situation. The shipment—one of our biggest—is being held up at the docks. It’s not just a delay. Someone’s making moves.” Dante’s jaw tightened, his gaze flicking to Izzy. She was laughing with Maya as they colored on the floor. He hated that this world always tried to pull him back in. “I’ll handle it,” Dante said, standing up. “Keep the shipment secure. I’m on my way.” The air at the docks was cold and heavy, the faint scent of saltwater mingling with the smoke from nearby factories. Dante stepped out of his car, his sharp suit contrasting with the grimy surroundings. Luca and a few of his men were waiting for him near a stack of shipping containers.

"So, this is your aim all along." "What else? You think I'd go to your scam of a company for a facial?" "Scam company?" "You just called Seamar City a dump. We're even now." Drake rubbed his temples. "I must be out of my mind to be arguing with you." "I know where their next shipment is going. Interested in working with me?" "How?" "I've arranged for a shipment. They're delivering it to the East Dock in three days. You can just swoop in and catch them red-handed."

“D*mn it! Those lackeys used to come and suck up to the Schulz family all the time! Now, all of them are actually trampling all over us when we are at our lowest point?! Since the domestic shipping companies refuse to support us, we can only approach a foreign shipping company, then!” Sheldon thought for a moment before he said, “Since the Wade family has already negotiated a chartering business with the Koreans, our best option at the moment is the Ito family from Japan. After the downfall of the Matsumoto and Takahashi family, most of the Japanese ocean shipping business has already fallen into the hands of the Ito family…”

"Let’s go. … The sun was setting over the Aurelian Citadel, painting the white towers in shades of blood orange and bruised purple. The wind whipped off the ocean, cold and biting. The Sun’s Fury was already gone, led by Captain Vane and the bulk of the Western fleet. They were heading north, blasting emergency codes on every frequency, broadcasting a fake invasion force to draw Darius’s eyes toward Ironhold. We stood on a smaller, private landing pad on the cliffs: me, Kaelen, Jinx, and Valen. In front of us sat a sleek, unmarked transport skiff. It was painted matte grey and designed for smuggling, not war.

"There's a difference." Nico didn't answer right away, eyes fixed on the boat, on the men loading crates that carried no visible markings, no house crest, nothing that would explain to a casual observer why a nineteen year old was memorizing their faces from the shadows. "Dario recommended I watch this crew," he said finally. "Said they've been running unscheduled shipments for two weeks. Nothing tying them to Marco directly. But nothing explaining who's paying for the fuel either."

Ports keep their own records of what comes and goes, no matter who owned it. I found a public shipping registry and pulled up everything that left Livorno in the fall of 2006 headed for Newark, carrying stone or antiques. Fifty ships came up. I matched them against the insurance dates. Half an hour later, I found it. A ship called the Iron Tide had docked in Newark in October 2006, carrying sixteen crates listed as Florentine architectural replicas. The company receiving them was registered to a mailbox address in Delaware. I recognized that address immediately. It was the same one my father had always used for the taxes on our old summer house.

Emma asked, leaning forward over the table to inspect the printed charts. "This is the finalized expansion proposal, Emma, and today I want to present a plan to launch a joint Zander-Quinn shipping route across five major European ports," I explained, pointing at the highlighted shipping lanes marked across the central map. "Which European ports are we targeting for this initial expansion, Nathan, and how many cargo vessels are we assigning to these new routes?" Emma inquired, turning her page to review the fleet distribution table. "We are targeting major commercial ports in Rotterdam, Hamburg, Antwerp, Marseille, and Genoa, Emma, and we plan to deploy twelve dedicated cargo vessels to cove

“Smuggling what?” Yuri turned to her. “Roman runs most of the ferry service in this town, and he also has a shipping service that runs from New Orleans to Minneapolis. He ships goods up and down the Mississippi River all year long.” Turning to Mikial he stated, “This is probably what Leon meant when he told you, you would need him more today than yesterday.” “That dirty motherfucker.” Mikial growled. “I can’t help but wonder what he’s really after.” Raven exclaimed.

Then Felix's tablet beeped again. This time, the sound was different. Urgent. He looked down. His face changed. “Boss…” Dante turned. “What?” “The breach isn't over.” Felix rotated the screen toward him. Lines of information were disappearing from the system. Dante's eyes narrowed. “What are they taking?” Felix's fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard. “Routing codes.” Dante's expression hardened. “Which ones?” Felix swallowed. “The European shipping routes.” Silence. Those codes controlled one of the most valuable parts of the Moretti empire.