Hobama Ship Novels & Stories

Their doom was imminate. The Westhouse group were ready to make their next move. There was a ship loaded with crude oil coming into the Indian Ocean bound for Australia. It was due to be out in international waters within just a couple of days. This ship and it's contents were worth a large fortune. If the Westhouse group could hijack it successfully, it would deal a major blow to RBG Shipping, as well as a financial boon for them. They had left the relatively useless cargo on the other three ships that they had looted, becasue the cargo would not have yeilded very much profit. But this shippment of crude oil was a different matter.

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

They even went all-out and blocked that information from Holden. “Master Holden, that ship is about a kilometer long and a hundred meters wide. If that ship fires all of its cannons all together, your small island would be flattened to the ground by Sebastian in less than half a day. When the time comes, you truly will be homeless, Master Holden. When the time comes, if Sebastian wanted to crush you to death, it definitely would be even easier than crushing an ant to death.” Holden was speechless. After a few seconds, he called that same number again. “Get ready to move!”

We run for miles as K-5 courses through our veins and the fresh air cleans my brain of thoughts of war and violence. We round a bend in the inlet and stop at a boat that's been washed up on shore long before Shadow Warriors arrived. It's large and stayed together well considering there's a large hole in the starboard side. Dried barnacles cover most of the side and bottom showing it was submerged for quite some time before it washed up. Marinah examines it intensely. "Break or run back?" I ask her after a few minutes. Her large, sharp teeth gleam when she turns to me and smiles. "Run."

It was at that point 6:15 pm and the weather conditions had begun to turn out to be somewhat calm, just couple of individuals were seen strolling around the local location. Delicate sat tight so that a few minutes more could check whether the development will lessen further, in the wake of sitting tight for a few additional minutes he received a message on his telephone with Slimmy as the shipper. **We strike by 7pm at Fabio's house**

She was his mate, and instead of loving her, he banished her when she killed the love of his life...

"What are you going to do?" "I’m going to give him exactly what he’s asking for," Robbin replied. "A conversation." The old shipyard was a skeletal ruin of rusted cranes and rotting wood, a junkyard where the city’s ambition had gone to die. A light rain was falling, turning the dust into a grey slush. Liam was leaning against a rusted shipping container, checking his watch. He looked up and smiled as Robbin’s black car pulled to a stop twenty yards away. He looked triumphant, convinced that his threats had brought the queen to her knees.

“We’ve got the dock workers on our payroll, the security cameras are looped, and the trucks are ready to move. We’re just waiting on the shipment.” Fabio nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. This was it—the moment when he would prove himself. He moved closer to the water, watching as the ship slowly approached the dock, its massive hull cutting through the water with ominous silence. As the ship came to a stop, the dock workers moved in, securing the lines and preparing to offload the cargo. Fabio’s team moved into position, ready to take control of the operation. The tension in the air was palpable, every man on edge, knowing that one mistake could spell disaster.

Damien told him with a frown settling on his face. He bowed his head. “There is bad news, my king.” “What news?” Damien demanded. “The ships we sent ahead have sunk.” He reported the terrible news. “How many of them?” “All of them, my king.” Damien’s teeth gritted, and his annoyance at the news showed. “What happened to them?” “Our sources are still gathering all the information they can, but this attack mirrors the one Foth’s shores suffered three years ago. The elders have concluded it was an attack launched by the king of Wahala.”

Hugo, standing next to Damian, added, "We're dealing with the big guys. If this stuff falls into the wrong hands, we're all finished." The bald man swallowed, then signaled to his men. A thin but sharp-eyed man approached, carrying a tablet. "We have prepared the safest shipping route. Tonight, the ship will depart from the southern port, enter through the rat lines at the border, and reach the owner without interruption." Damian watched the tablet screen carefully. The shipping map looked neat and detailed. There was no room for betrayal, at least so far. "Good," Damian finally said, then looked directly into the man's eyes. "But remember, if there's even the slightest mistake..."