Hobama Ship Novels & Stories

“That’s not possible.” Fear slid through the ship immediately. Gabriel followed his stare. Then his expression darkened too. Far across the ocean lights were appearing through the storm. Dozens of ships. Black ships. Covered in silver moon symbols. Hunters. An entire fleet of them. And standing at the front of the largest ship was a woman wearing a silver crown.

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."

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

"I'm only following procedure, my lord." "Those ships are carrying wool, steel, and grain. If they remain here until tonight, House Ashbourne won't be the first to lose money. Your merchants and dockworkers will. So will this harbor. Or, has House Vermont promised to compensate your losses?" Adam immediately shook his head. "No, my lord." "Then clear my ships today." After a moment, he gave a reluctant nod. "One ship can depart this afternoon. The others will follow once the inspections are completed."

"Well. That was a mess." Damien winced. "Not over yet." Lena moved. In the distance, there was a flash of lights. Black SUVs waiting for them. Lena's heart tightened. There was no escape. Then Noah said, "There's one." They looked at him. He nodded past the docks. A cargo ship loomed in the distance, preparing to leave port. Its engines roared, its hull looming like a giant over the black. Lena understood in an instant. Damien frowned. "You want to stow away on that monstrosity?"

(Bobby The Cameraman) Bobby the Cameraman and Vincent John were speechless and scared right now as they witnessed first hand the horror of war. Baron Sunders Army kept pouring out of the forest on the riverside and raining the sky with arrows and their soldier kept on rowing their small boats to the 2 ships that are now already stopped moving and remained stationary. As the 2nd ship slowly getting closer to the 2 ship that were left behind, from the front side. Both of them, as well as the crew and soldiers on the ship noticed that the 4th ship is not visible to the sight at all.

"But, how would Damian get his entire fleet through the port without raising questions from the Alpha of Drogomor and his warriors?" "He likely has only one ship scheduled to make landfall, Robbie. Troy must have seen the log when he was searching for the Persephone. It's a decoy ship, no doubt." Robbie leaned back, his wide, thickly bearded face drawn with confusion. "How did we not know about this? I thought the plan was to pick Troy up two weeks from now, after we return from the next port."

It even erased my fear that it’s the cave of the pirates. After a few minutes, the ship docked in the village meters away from the main. The ship lined together with the other ship and from my left, I saw a ship with a Skeleton Dragon as a symbol of their flag. Ours is an aquatic salamander. “Lady Vienna!!”

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.

A few more days passed and they finally saw the Cobalt Harbour. The ship’s crew was busy preparing the ship for docking. Afro helped out as well since half the crew were on the pirate’s ship. Matthew tried to help as well but he didn’t know what to do exactly and could only watch them.