Hobama Ship Novels & Stories

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."

“The coordinates from the dock, combined with the last signal we pulled… they’re somewhere along the east coast.” My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles went white. “How close?” “I don’t know yet. They could be moving.” She swallowed. “But I’m tracking every vessel that left the docks within that time frame.” A few tense seconds passed. Then her eyes widened. “I think I found the vessel.” Hope cut through the rage like a blade. “They’re on a ship called Coleman.” I turned to Markus immediately. “Get the chopper ready. We’re bringing Isabella home. Not one hair hurt.”

"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.

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..."

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!”

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

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.”

Lilith POV The cargo ship was smaller than I'd expected and smelled like diesel and fish, the captain barely glancing at us before gesturing toward a storage container that had been converted into makeshift quarters with two cots and a battery-powered lantern. "You stay here, you stay quiet, you don't exist until we dock in Lisbon." His Italian was accented with something Portuguese. "Anyone asks, I'm carrying machine parts and textiles, nothing human." "Understood." Damien handed him an envelope thick with euros. "How long until we arrive?"

Marina then looked in the same direction and she also saw the silhouette on the water, making her confused. “Are they lost?” Marina asked, but Charlotte stayed silent. The pirate girl squinted her eyes trying to focus on the silhouette’s details, and after a few seconds she could identify some of them: the silhouette was a ship, apparently a merchant one, and on its deck, it seemed like there was the whole crew. Charlotte kept looking at the ship and she did not notice anything weird on it; nevertheless, when she spotted the flag waving on the mainmast, she immediately knew she and her friends were in terrible danger. “We have to go,” Charlotte said while turning around to get back to the sh

C​LAIR SH‌IPPING DE​CLARES 'H‍O⁠STILE INTENT'. "H‍e is⁠ hittin‌g us ev⁠erywher​e‌," Lore⁠nzo said. "He is burning down my wareho⁠use​s. H‍e is hijacking my ships. He i‍s‍ bleeding my‍ company dry." I looked up​, shocked. "Because of me?"⁠