Hobama Ship Novels & Stories

Trevor: What ship do I use? Bob: the unarmed vessel we captured, DJS Chernov. A freighter the size of a destroyer, stealth capabilities too... It is a smuggler's ship. DIANA will be moved to that interface... together with a copy of your captain's chair. Take the file with you...

Bhuri told me it would take us two and half week at most to reach the shore of Kotumbhara. Bhuri chachi changes into something and we go go outside when Mohan Ji informs us that we are ready to go. We walk towards a big ship as I look at it under my dupatta. It has flag of Kotumbhara on it. Mohan Ji helps me to get on the ship then he takes me and Bhuri chachi to a cabin on the ship. I get inside it and look around. It is a decent and clean. It has a big bed at one corner and table with two chairs.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

*** 24 HOURS LATER… “BREAKING NEWS! The West Harbour is currently on fire. News reaching us a few minutes ago from our correspondents who are live at the scene is that fifteen cargo ships suddenly erupted in flames in the early hours of this morning. Firefighters were deployed to the scene, but it’s been three hours and there’s no hope of completely extinguishing the flames. So far, most of the affected cargo ships have burned to the ground. According to our reports, goods worth billions of dollars were lost to the flames…” A faint sliver of satisfaction skitters down my spine as I watch the broadcaster drone on and on about the devastation Henry must feel at the destruction of his ships. Ju

Continuing the ultra-detailed, slow-burn style. This chapter marks the return to the origin point, the terrifying efficiency of the "New Leo," and the realization that the enemy isn't just fighting a pack anymore—they are fighting a force of nature. HELEN’S P.O.V. We didn't sneak back into the North. We arrived like a storm front. The cargo ship had dropped us at a remote mining port on the coast of the Beaufort Sea. From there, Damian had "procured" (stolen) a heavy-duty all-terrain transport—a

The reporter was still on air, “the man had confessed that his boss, the personal assistant to Mrs. Smith, the governor’s wife, Jake Mason had given the orders to go steal from the Mayor sent to them… “Oops!” “And he had done just that. Investigations are still carried out, we’ll get to you immediately after this break.” The driver took a swerve into another bushy lane, the leaves clapped the windscreen as he increased the speed, when he got to the shores he put on the brakes. “Here you are ladies.” The shore was a very lively zone, Islanders were at a certain area taking care of their speed boats and ships. There was a massive ship at one end with an ‘Opened' sign on it. That would be the s

The ship had been tossed and buffeted in the Atlantic by one of the most destructive and deadly hurricanes to hit the New England coast, a category three hurricane nicknamed the Long Island Express. One of the few ships to survive the storm and make port, the Robin Goodfellow was met by reporters looking for new stories to report of hurricane damage. They found their story in the form of the ship’s cargo—a pair of giraffes which had travelled all the way from Africa, surviving through the storm even after their food was washed overboard by eating pancakes prepared for them by the ship's cook. Their zookeeper, Charley Smith, arrived to meet the ship too, and was thrilled to find his charges h

I kinda felt embarrassed, since it’s my first time being treated that way by someone who’s not Earl. Our next station was a wonderful place called ‘Hobart harbor’. It was actually wonderful, and a unique mix between fishing boats, sailing yachts, motor cruisers, and commercial vessels all mixed in one small area. We first started by taking a walk to give a look at all the boats, Chris seemed to enjoy the whole thing just like me, he was explaining to me about all activity around the harbor. I didn't know what the whole thing was about. He also grabbed some fish and chips from the fish punts in Constitution Dock, and we ate together while sailing.

Her Papa answered instead of her Mama. She just nodded even though she was totally against his parents' decision. This is probably the best thing to do so that her friend Merfie will not be harmed, she almost lost her friend earlier. She had an inference that someone knew she was His Majesty's Mate. She had been warned before that when this mating happens, bad things will begin, she will witness those and will go through.