Giulio Cesare Ship の小説・ストーリー

Julia began, her voice smooth, low, and terrifyingly clear, "Silvio declared a coup from a borrowed warehouse. Marco betrayed his oath inside this very house. And Cassio brought an armed militia to the western border." She paused, taking a slow breath. "Today, Silvio is buried under the floorboards of an abandoned ironworks. Marco is at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. And Cassio’s shipping terminals are nothing more than ash and burnt steel." A collective murmur rippled through the back rows. Captain Bruno, the eldest of the remaining district bosses—a man who had run the city's docks for over two decades—stepped forward. His face was pale, his knuckles white as he clutched a leather folde

Alessandro ignored them and we continued striding in. Guess he’s ashamed of calling me his wife? But why does it sting? I bit my inner lips and threw him a side look. His face was blank. Hard to decipher what’s going through his head. But what was I expecting? For him to claim me out here? Then why marry me? To punish me for stealing his money? But that shouldn’t be enough reason. His security men were shielding them and getting the people away from us. “Mr Alessandro Caruso we heard that some group of people attacked your ships at your docks!!”

Zhou Fu shouted at his crew. "Well!!!" The Guichuan ship slowly moved away from the port of Shamo. As the distance between the ship and the port lengthened, the citizens of Shanxin cheered happily celebrating their freedom. To complete the joy, Zhou Fu jumped onto the mast of the ship and shouted the signal. "Brothers, let's move to a bigger and more comfortable ship!" Zhou Fu shouted as he swung his left palm towards the vast ocean. Instantly, a very large warship appeared right in front of the Guichuan ship.

Cesare said as he gestured for the guards to take us back to the lower deck. As the yacht turned and began to speed toward the southern shore I realized that I had just signed Lucien and Alessia’s death warrants, and I wondered if there was any way for me to fix the mess I had made before we reached the vineyard.

I cringed as his axe blazed to life, the glow so intense it seemed inconceivable no one would notice. But the gaze of the men defending the ship remained riveted on the Mystic Rune pack. Seconds later, the crackle of flames reached my ears. I lifted the burning stick and I crawled toward the lowering sails. One eye on the guards, I held the flames to the folds of fabric, smirking as they caught fire. My eyes wandered to the ship next to the one I knelt in. What if Cassius’s troops refused to relinquish the fight for a ship or two? What if they needed additional incentives? I sprang to the next ship as flames climbed up the mast behind me.

I had to strain my eyes elsewhere, or risk saying or doing something really stupid. “I'm going to swim,” Giulio announced, then stepped to the side of the yacht and dove into the water. Cool. We weren't even married yet and he had already abandoned me. Wait, yet? What was I thinking? I would never marry Giulio. I would flee Italy and never see the Ravazzanis again. Closing my eyes, I tilted my face toward the sun and tried to block out everything else in my life. I was on a beautiful ship in the most beautiful place in the world. Who knew when the opportunity would arise again when I left Siderno?

I got back in the car. Enzo was outside when I pulled back up. I could tell something was wrong from the way he was standing. "What happened," I said. He hesitated. Two seconds, maybe three. "The ship capsized." I looked at him. "What ship." He held my gaze. "The shipment, sir. The Adriatic route. The whole thing." I stood on the pavement outside my own property in the cold and processed what he'd said.

(Alfred Monticello) I just naturally said as I am making a paper work for the many plans I had for the Alemia Region, that would soon be mind, at these point since these were only my people around me, I can talk freely about it. Major General Lucas were leading the 4th ship, Major Fontana on the 2nd Ship, I on the 3rd and Admiral Duchess Kolarova on the Iron Vessel No.1, all ships has their own commander, so that when the battle happened everyone can react accordingly and as fast as they can. I expect the chaos will be hit very quickly and in that battle we planned to lose around 2 ships that is the 3rd and the 4th ship as soon as the battle started and ended.

Jason asked. I walked past him and reached the edge of the ship. “ it's him, I am sure of it. Caeser is on that ship.” I stated. Jason's eyes widened in disbelief, “The prince is there? Are you sure of this?” He asked, scanning the ship carefully. “We must go immediately, he his there!” I yelled. They sprang into action, setting sail for the two ships. We reached in no time, the people on the ship finally came to view.

“It wasn’t a lie. I’m with you. I’m not going back on my word.” He sighed, looking at the screen. “Our only clue is this ‘Aurelio’ shipment. I’ll have Enzo dig into it.” “Fine,” Julian nodded, a wave of relief washing over him. “But first,” Caesar said, a playful glint in his eye as he lifted Julian into his arms, “come back to bed. I miss you.” “We’ve been together all night! I’m still sore! Fuck, no!” Julian squealed, laughing despite himself as Caesar carried him back to the bed.