Klance Ship Novels & Stories

"And we don't accept official delivery at the shop after six in the morning. Take it to the Halsey office." "The Halsey office sent me here," the messenger replied, his gaze flickering nervously toward the back kitchen. "Because the board didn't know how to handle the origin of the dispatch. It came in from the London docks on a automated cargo freighter—one that wasn't on the official Public Trust registry." I folded my arms, stepping up next to Luciano. "An unregistered ghost-ship?" "Not a ghost-ship," the messenger said, holding out the leather tube. "A vessel registered under a legacy charter from 2015. The owner of the manifest isn't asking for the board. The manifest is addressed direc

That didn’t mean I would let my guard down. The air grew cooler as we approached the shore, the faint smell of salt mingling with the damp earth. Klaus was already there, waiting beside his gleaming white boat, its body cutting a silhouette against the gray waves. He ran a hand along its side with a reverence that bordered on obsession, his fingers tracing the polished surface as if it were a living thing. “To show you how much this voyage means to me,” he said, his voice bright with enthusiasm, “I’m bringing my baby, Selene.” He patted the boat affectionately, his grin wide and disarming.

"K-Kelsey Lafuente po-" "I don't know who you are." Walang pakialam na putol nito sa akin sabay humithit sa kanyang tobako. Rinig ko naman ang paghagikgikan kahit pa ng mga pinsan ko. Thaddeus looked at me intently, though. "Cliona, Sage, let's proceed." Si Lolo Samuel. They started discussing regarding the partnership of their own companies. I just realized that the Trimarcos owns HEinRIch, a German shipping line providing shipping services across the Europe and Pacific, recorded as one of the world's biggest shipping line.

One of his subordinates dashed to the base and reported what they had seen to Clifford and the others. After a while, a large group of people ran out of the base. When they saw several big ships appearing on the river, their nerves instantly tightened. “Whose ships are those?” Clifford frowned. His heart thumped wildly as he gazed at those massive ships. “It’s the East clan!” Juan exclaimed as he took out a telescope and saw the fluttering flag at the top of the leading ship’s mast. “East clan?” Everyone looked at Juan in disbelief. “Are you sure it’s the East clan?”

His right arm, encased in heavy white surgical plaster, throbbed with a burning, rhythmic agony inside its silk sling. Yes, Mr. Vance! The Vance Monarch, the Vance Sovereign, and the Vance Titan have all completely bypassed the southern straits, Harris, the chief logistics director, yelled back as he slammed his hands onto his keyboard. We went completely dark on the main maritime grid. We are entirely outside of Damian Thorne's primary shipping territory!

"The Vance family’s main commercial shipping line, Vance Marine. They currently control forty percent of the coastal cargo contracts for Knight Power Holdings." I opened the folder, my eyes scanning the logistics data and supply chain diagrams. "Elena’s family uses those specific shipping contracts as the primary collateral for their bank loans. If they lose the Knight shipping exclusive, their corporate credit lines will default within thirty days, and the banks will seize their fleet."

[The Cradle of Shadows] The Vane interceptor groaned as it banked sharply away from the Highlands Vault, its thrusters screaming in protest against the manual override. Below them, the fleet of black gunships—Lucien’s personal hounds—scattered like startled crows, their formation broken by the sudden, erratic maneuver of the courier ship.

She gave me a long, hard look before turning around and rounding the last container until we reached the other side. "Is that your ship?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yes, that's my baby," She said. "I call her Princella. She's cute, but she can fire torpedoes. It was a pricey update, but it was totally worth it." "Wow," Was all I could say as I glanced at the ship. It looked pretty unassuming. "So, can I see my servers now-" I stopped as I turned the corner of the last container. Adeline was already inside it, waiting for me.

Seeing that Thalassa was also waiting for her to speak, Luisa’s mind raced to come up with something. “Oh, it’s nothing major. Just a minor issue with our shipments to Europe. Logistics is having a few delays.” Thalassa frowned. “But I thought that problem was already sorted out?” Luisa’s pulse quickened. Clark’s eyes were still on her, watching closely. “Uh, yes, but not all of it. It’s just a small thing. Nothing to worry about.” Clark leaned back in his chair, his smile still firmly in place. “Oh, I’m glad to hear that it isn’t anything major, but I know a few shipping companies I trust, so if those minor issues aren’t resolved soon, just let me know.”

"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.