Dsmp Ship Novels & Stories

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

the man answered. “What is today’s shipment?” Commander Sykes asked. “No one knows sir, we just unload the boats and reload them onto others or into tractor trailers, officer,” the man replied. “Let’s get them all cuffed and transported to the station for booking. Time to call DHS and a crime scene team to go through this ship with a fine tooth comb. Someone get a BOLO out on Hollis Quisling,” Commander Sykes directed. Frankie POV

It f​elt like⁠ a memory—a relic of a past that‌ had b​een systema⁠ti‌cally erased by the events o‍f t​he last few hours. "The‍ salvage team says the dama​ge to the mainframe i‍s perma​n​en‍t,"​ D⁠amien said,‍ his voice​ quiet. H​e didn‌'t turn to​ l‌ook⁠ at her. "The ship is a total loss. We’ll be p‌aying out‌ fo‍r th⁠e cargo an‍d the vessel fo​r years to come."

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

All through this seaborne Carnage, Damon kept his cool as his ship "Lycans Wrath" ploughed on steadily through the high sea, wasting no time to battle with most of the human ships as Damon Silverclaw had sighted Harold's command ship and ordered his crew to sail straight for it. Any enemy ship that attempted to attack Damon's battle barge was quickly dispatched to the bottom of the sea under a hail of cannon fire. "Signal man, report" Harold barked as he walked into the bridge of "Grey Thunder" with his bloodied arm,

His car stopped beside one marked D-23. Isabella parked behind a stack of shipping containers and stepped out quietly. She tied her hair into a ponytail and crouched down, peering around the edge. Nikolai was speaking to Roman. "They hit us near the port," Roman said. "Half the shipment’s gone. We found one of our drivers dumped by the river branded with a DSV mark. Ten of our men were killed during the shootout." "They’re testing me," Nikolai growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Trevor: What ship do I use? Bob: the unarmed vessel we captured, DJS Chernov. A freighter the size of a destroyer, stealth capabilities too... It is a smuggler's ship. DIANA will be moved to that interface... together with a copy of your captain's chair. Take the file with you...

Devin and some leaders of the port were already waiting. “You’re here, sir,” said Devin as he walked over to greet Adrian. With Gloria in his arms, Adrian said, “Thank you so much for doing this. Is the ship ready? I’d like to board the ship right away.” Devin nodded and made an invitatory gesture. He said as he walked, “We have a merchant ship from Sormbay, and their next stop is Luposia. Those working on the ship are our people. Ms. Gloria and you will be taking this ship. Her Majesty has already made arrangements for someone to aid you when you get there.”

“The cargo ship exploded in the middle of the ocean, Sir. Our team is currently heading to the location for further investigation.” Damon stood like a statue by the window, staring into the dark sky. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles in his temples throbbed. He didn't need to roar to broadcast his fury. The pressure in the room alone was enough to suffocate anyone present. The subordinate who reported the news swallowed hard, hesitating to continue. “Sir… the port’s CCTV footage shows Mrs. Sara being dragged into that very ship. It seems—”

The mission of retrieving the weapons was a success. The two ships also left for the shipyard after their work was done. “Soldiers, back to the base!” Stephan shouted at the group of soldiers who immediately got into their position. However, before they could leave, Stephan saw another ship arrive at the port. “Ship Daphne,” Stephan raised his brows as he carefully watched the red ship approach them. “What’s Ship Daphne doing today though?” Stephan asked as he eyed the ship that was last to arrive. Most of the time, it was left anchored at the port. After all, it was a passenger ship.