Macs Ship Novels & Stories

The woman steering the boat, Mac, exchanges a look with her female passenger and asks, "What?" I gesture upward to show what I mean. She nods and then signals to her companion. "Lower your sails!" "Dad! Look at that sail!" I cry out, alarmed, as we watch their situation. I quickly lower and secure the sails, struggling against the strong wind. After I finish, Mac comes over, and we double-check that everything on their boat is properly secured. I start to head down, but he gets there first. "Can you help my girl?" He closes the door, almost drowned out by the gusts of wind.

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

Mac looks up as I approach, his face pale, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “You don’t have the case of money or the shipment,” I say, my voice measured but laced with irritation. “What the hell happened?” “It… it was Ghost,” Mac stammers, his words tripping over each other. “He showed up at the docks. He knew about the shipment. He… he took everything.” The name hits me like a slap. Valenti Moretti. Ghost. Of course it’s him. Always him. “He took it?” I repeat, my voice dropping dangerously low.

Mia nodded and replied, "I will. I know we have a duty to our clans so I'll be careful." I nodded, relieved. "The Shadow Clan’s ship is massive!" Mia said, her voice full of excitement as she switched the topic. "And it's so equipped with the most advanced technology I have ever seen. They have weapons that can cut through steel like it is just butter! The communication devices that allow them to speak to each other even from different parts of the ship is also very impressive, and don’t get me started on their medical technology. They can heal wounds that would be considered fatal to us in a matter of hours."

Mavric replied, his sharp eyes scanning the deck area. "Let Marcus Vane know I’ve arrived. I want him to feel terror before I end his life." Inside the ship’s central control room, Marcus Vane was in a rage. The monitor screens before him displayed nothing but static. The entire vessel’s computer systems were completely dead, taken down by a precisely targeted electromagnetic pulse. "How is this possible?!" Marcus shouted at his head of security. "This ship is equipped with Faraday shielding! EMPs shouldn’t be able to penetrate it!"

Bara asked, feeling the familiarity. “Yes, it is,” the Major answered them briefly. “Why would you take us on a ship just to get to a greenhouse? I see it as too much of a flair,” Mac asked, but everyone knew the orange head wasn’t trying to insult anyone. Captain Flare laughed. “Thank you, young one.” “I said flair, not flare,” Mac said, sending a flat look to the captain.

Clyde growls, his voice a subterranean vibration that makes the pebbles around the runner's fingers rattle. "The... the lower shipyards are already dark, Alpha," the runner stammers, his face pressed so hard into the mud his words are wet and muffled. "The Western captains... they didn't wait for your column to reach the shelf. When Malakai’s flagship returned empty, they didn't prepare the automated docks for a siege. They initialized the scorch-protocols." My heart skips a beat. I step past the line of iron shields, ignoring the warning growl that clicks in Clyde’s throat as I move to the front.

“She... she is somewhere else. On the mainland. She lives.” Johannes’ face lost any color. He whispered: “That’s impossible.” But Mara knew it was true. Not as a guess. Sure. As safe as your own name. Then a light flashed on the horizon. A big ship. Not the Asteria. Modern. Hell illuminated. Much bigger. It came directly to her. And on the side stood in white letters: EIRENE MEDICAL Eirene Medical Research

Just after Maxwell cleverly handled Thomas’s issues and believed he wouldn’t have anything to worry about in that end, a reeling tragedy struck. It struck in the form of Rohan Fleetmaster. The 860-foot-long ship that Maxwell had gotten for transporting Rohan Automotive Inc. vehicles and any sea-related transports. Maxwell got the news that the huge ship with nine internal decks had sunk in the Mediterranean Sea with the cargo of 6,000 cars it was carrying. The huge $72, 000, 000, 000 tied to the exotic cars that the containers were carrying was the worst loss Maxwell had ever had to deal with since he started business and investment.