Hobama Ship Novels & Stories

The Mediterranean dusk was shattered by explosions. Gold-and-black Marchesi shipping containers went up in flame at the Corsican dock, their rows igniting like torches under a red sky. An elite Viking-style yacht with Marchesi insignia sank within minutes, tilting grotesquely before taking on water. Shipping logs and papers instantly degraded within the inferno. Near the dock’s edge, Anton watched by the perimeter fence, throat dry, breathing harsh. "That’s not a raid," he murmured into his comms. "It's a precision sabotage."

Reid's leg was already not in good condition, and if something happened here, then the Westermarsh project would be out of the question. "Mr. Reid, let's wait for three days before going out to sea. No one dares to go out now." "Yeah, if something happened to you, we wouldn't be able to bear it." James locked Lillian in the room and soon came down, smiling at the anxious leaders. "What is the biggest ship? Don't worry, the president will not have any problems." Everyone should have stopped it, but when they saw the expression on Hunter's face, they all lowered their heads and immediately revealed the location of the largest fishing boat.

She usually left the serious business to his older brother Ernest. "Alright," Lory said. "Send me the details. Which ship and when?" "The cargo vessel is called the Pacific Star," Marcus said. "It's approaching the harbor now. You need to intercept it before it reaches the docks. The Old Madam wants the goods transferred to one of our boats." "Why the rush?" Lory asked. "What's so special about this shipment?" "I don't have those details," Marcus admitted. "I'm just relaying the Old Madam's orders."

"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.

"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."

"Lilibeth... What... What have you been hiding from me?" Hank said as I looked down at him like the trash he was. "Hiding from you? I never hid anything from you. You were the one who was blind," I said. Just then, deafening roars came from over the ship in the air. Three heavily armed helicopters hovered above the ship and their rotor blades kicked up a violent gale. At the same time, more than a dozen black speedboats fitted with heavy machine guns appeared across the surrounding sea.

“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.

"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."