Hobama Ship Novels & Stories

He wanted his emotions, all the feelings to wash away with the waves. But before he could undress himself, his eyes caught someone standing by the shore. It was a woman, judging by her figure. Under the moonlight, she stood beside the shore, slowly taking her clothes off. Maybe she was here for a swim too. He walked towards her and tried to scare her away because it seemed like she was a harmless creature. He wanted solitude and she was here at the wrong moment. But as soon he got closer, the smell hit his nostrils. The specific smell only that girl had.

Robin explained when she saw her hesitance. Irene therefore had to give in. "Okay." She turned off her phone and handed it over, and the two men finally started the ship after they did! They were sailing for over half an hour when Irene saw a cargo ship nearby, stacked full of shipping containers. "We've arrived," Robin said just then. Irene frowned. "That's a lot of containers…" She thought a couple would be enough, but there must be over twenty on that ship! The crew, under the impression that Irene was a hick, started to brag proudly, "She could take over 300 people, or 400 if needed. It's a slow day, though, so it's just over 100 for today."

Bob Shermann was terrified, but it was too late. “NOOO...” “...” *** WIUU WIUU The three Keydoria Sea Patrol ships struggled to catch up with Bob and Novia who were blew with explosion magic. It took them almost half an hour to reach their position. However, something strange made the Keydorian Patrols stunned. “What? Where are they?” Only a boat that Bob and Novia had used was visible, while neither of them were on it. “Did they fall overboard, Captain?” one of the crew asked.

George didn't take Caleb's word at face value and asked, "Do you have evidence?" Caleb nodded firmly. "I do." Cameron couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'What evidence?' Caleb kept his composure, his voice clear as he spoke. "Your Majesty, back then, Cameron was my subordinate and was originally listed to join the grain transport. However, two days before our departure, he claimed that his mother was gravely ill and needed his care. As a result, he didn't set out with us and agreed to meet us in Bourdon instead.

Water began to pour through the seams of the shaft. "We have to go, Elara. The bay is flooding." Abram stood up, his face a mask of cold, focused fury. He didn't look back at the body. He didn't have time for grief. They ran toward the secondary lift. The water was already at their knees, freezing and black. "The Council ship is docking!" Elara shouted, pointing through a porthole. A massive, grey hull was pressing against the side of the rig. Grappling hooks slammed into the metal, the screech of steel on steel echoing through the bay.

A clean white bandage was wrapped tight around his left forearm. Alexei's grip tightened around his steel pipe. "You got news, Hugo?" "I got the schedule," Hugo said, tossing a folded, wrinkled sheet of paper onto the wooden table. Ivan snatched it up, unfolding it fast. "Dom wants the docks open," Hugo said, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. "First cargo ship hits the pier at dawn. We need everything ready." "My boys will handle the labor," Alexei confirmed, taking another sip of beer. "We'll unload the crates. What about Gabe's people?"

“Fine! Gotta go. Teacher Mary’s coming!” The line cut off. I exhaled and smacked my cheeks with both hands. It helped me focus on my predicament. With arms crossed, I watched the barge swaying gently on the waves. Its massive gray structure was just as my father once described—the Kulbahinam Barge, a large vessel with twelve passenger cabins, forty double decks, and too many weathered plastic chairs bolted to the deck. It belonged to the Garcia family, a shipping empire. Father used to work for them when he was alive.

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "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."

"It's been a long time I haven't heard anything from you!" The burly man bowed respectfully to his superiors, he then informed her of the important information he had just received from the ocean. “A medium-sized ship is sailing into Haidao waters. Although boarding a ship with the flag of the country of Shamo, according to the news I received, the ship was boarded by a youth from the Sanzu alliance who had just won the war at Yin Mimi Bay," the burly soldier reported to a group of people who were having a tea party in the banquet hall. .

"That's right Ma, how strange the ship is." What a very big ship. Because of the heat I decided to just rest on the deck of the boat, there were lots of chairs there, as well as Rahman and mama. Janu and our three cousins decided to rest in the car because they wanted to sleep and were sleepy. Early in the morning when the ship dropped anchor into the sea to wait for the schedule to dock at Bakauheni Harbor in Lampung, Rahman saw a ship that was getting closer to the hull of our ship, immediately he woke up my mother and me. It was too late, Yudhi woke me up, so I couldn't tell the ship's officers. Vaguely the mountain he saw was not a mountain but an oil tanker drawing closer to our ship.