Deltarune Shipping Novels & Stories

“These are original signatures. Wet ink.” “Exactly,” Chang said softly. “You burn us, you burn them.” I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. “And yet here you are. Asking me to dance.” “We’re not asking for a dance,” Lee said. “We’re offering you the party ground.” He tapped the screen beside him. The table lit up—an interactive feed of Westport’s shipping lanes. Warehouses labeled Bright-Gates. Crates with barcodes moving in real time under an unsettled sky. Aerial drones gliding between terminals.

"I don't have the time or the interest to follow street gang drama." "Is that right?" Adrian scoffed. He pointed a finger at me. "Your fiancée, Jessica Delaney. Her family owns a massive shipping fleet. My men know for a fact that the Delaney ships transport illegal cargo for Velgrave. It is very hard to believe you have absolutely nothing to do with them." I let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Let's say I do know them," I challenged him, stepping right up to his pointing finger. "What are you going to do about it, Adrian? Kill me?"

"Every single independent terminal that used to belong to Sovereign Syndicate has officially applied for membership under our merged banner. Jehanna-Blackwell Logistics is officially the largest shipping operator on the coast." I looked across the wide expanse of the harbor. In the distance, dozens of cargo vessels moved smoothly across the glittering blue water, their blue and white hulls bearing the restored emblem of my family's legacy. There were no hidden threats waiting on those ships, no forged documents tucked away in corporate safes, and no corrupt lawyers waiting to pull the rug out from underneath us. For the first time since my rebirth, the heavy weight pressing down on my chest

Drinkwater Shipping Co. That’s the business that Clara’s family is in. The shipping business. They were the only ones on the island until another shipping company opened up about five months ago. TriplePass Shipping company. Not only are they booming with business but their prices are the cost of the drinkwaters which is why the two companies are at war and Is now the rival of the Drinkwaters. Clara has a lot on her shoulders like I do. “Do you think Dwayne will ever love me?” Clara asks.

“Got the job done.” They escaped, Marsh leaning on Kai, Gianna clearing the path. Outside, Rosa’s SUV waited, and they piled in, peeling out as alarms blared. Marsh coughed, his voice weak but urgent. “Dante’s… targeting a Castellano shipment. Docks, tonight. Big one.” Kai’s jaw clenched, Dante’s plan a new blade. Gianna’s eyes met his, her recklessness a spark that saved Marsh but stirred his fear. Their partnership was unbreakable, but her fire threatened to burn them both.

"Lark sounded like the house was on fire over the phone." Desiree closed the study doors, her eyes bright with a dangerous excitement as she leaned over her desk. "Arthur, sit down. The house isn't on fire, but our fortune is if we don't move right now. I just received information that Delacroix’s shipping ports are under a medical quarantine. Their entire supply chain is in total chaos." Arthur frowned, pulling out a chair. "A quarantine? That means their raw materials are stuck at the docks. That’s a massive blow for a company like that."

It’s just that something as complicated as shipping would be hard to grasp, not to mention she was so young. Dexie laughed and said, “For the shipping industry, as long as it gets delivered, it’s fine, right?” Luke said, “You can understand it that way.” Dexie smiled and said, “So... assign it to those small businesses, small fishing boats, or those passenger-carrying cruises. Isn’t that right?” “Hmm?” Luke froze for a moment, as if suddenly remembering something.

She didn’t need to worry about such messy happenings. I reclined the driver’s seat and closed my eyes. Five minutes. I just needed five minutes to recalibrate and move to the next task. The buzz of my phone made sure I barely got three. I picked it and saw the latest notification. Sean: Shipment just got held up at the Harbour. Bunch of strays. Not humans. I blinked, rubbing the blur from my eyes as I read it again. Just to make sure. Then another message came in. Sean: They want a cut before letting the shipment be. Colt and I are on our way out. You close?

I dropped the call before she could finish, I don't need stupid familiarity with my pawns. Just when I thought my day couldn't get any better. I dialed a number. I need a new adrenaline shot of sweet devastating news. He picked it up on the second ring. “Yeah?” his rough morning voice came through, “Update” “Where do I start?” he chuckled. “Deluca?” “He paused the shipments attack, he said something about moving through another route and giving them an illusion of peace to see what this campaign is all about” “Tell me more”

"We're not trying to ship merchandise—we're talking about donations. The ships would be inspected before departure, by whoever you choose. We wouldn't interfere. And I guarantee, they would not pollute the river." "Donations?" Omar asked, suspicious. And Runi didn't know why, but something twisted inside her—a wave of nausea that hit hard. She clenched her hands tightly, digging her nails into her palms to stay focused, but her eyes lingered on one of the men as he spoke. It was the first time in months she'd felt a strange sense of familiarity with someone.