Marine Reading List Novels & Stories

"I want to go to Jweali!" "What?" Commander Randall stared at Victor in disbelief. Go to Jweali? "If they can come to our turf to cause trouble, I can naturally go to theirs too." "But that's extremely dangerous, and how are you even going to get there? No ship can sail in the sea these days." The country had been monitoring marine mechanical creatures since the apocalypse started. If the chaos level on land was 1, then the chaos level in the sea was 10. The situation in the sea was brutal.

"Their transport vehicles might not have utilized the highway networks at all, Tobin. Their commanders could have easily evacuated his frame by ship." "By ship?" Tobin echoes the words, his face looking highly surprised. "Marsey Island lies completely out in the open sea, Warlord. It is only accessible via deep-water transport vessels." After a short moment of tactical thought, my jaw tightens. "Audit every single cruise record and commercial cargo manifest logged across the sector for the past forty-eight hours. Ensure no internal mafia yachts slip past our maritime dragnet." Tobin gives a firm nod of his head and promptly sets off to deploy the border orders.

Beside her, Gideon and I watched the digital depth gauges tick lower. "We are approaching the exit channel," Mira reported quietly, her hands steady on the wheel. "Once we clear this cavern wall, we enter the Bleeding Sea, the deep trench right beneath the Capital’s naval blockade." "What's the surface status?" Gideon asked, checking the seals on his heavy combat armor. "The storm of the century is raging up there," Mira replied, a faint, dangerous smile touching her lips. "Seventy knot winds and thirty foot swells. The Capital’s surface sensors will be blinded by the wave scatter, but their sub surface hydro mines will be active."

DRAVEN’S POV High Admiral Marrow did not offer an immediate vow. He was an old sea wolf who had survived forty winters of imperial court intrigue by measuring every current before setting sail. He picked up the royal dispatches once more, his weathered thumb tracing the deep impression of the King's personal seal. When he finally looked up, his pale blue eyes were cold as arctic sea ice.

No one gave her a second look as she found the boat slip and stepped over the rail on the aft deck. She had very short pants on with a t-shirt top, no bra as it was not necessary. She later admitted that she did not own a bra of any type. She helped me with the waxing and cleaning of the boat in return for a boat ride. She brought some food and beer with her , added to the full locker I had on the boat , we had plenty of food. I did not just cruise with the boat for no reason since the price of marine gas had doubled in two years and this boat was a 32 foot Sea Ray Cruiser with dual tunnel drives and 2 Marine Volvo engines. It literally gulped gas through the both motors. One hour of cruisin

Cailan Seeing those wolves surrounding Abby and knowing there was no smell of us on her made me crazy. She should have been carrying the mark of our teeth on her skin, should have been declared our mate and be carrying the smell of her males on her skin after having claimed. "What were you doing out here?" I questioned still trying to process all of them sniffing the pure and delicious smell, with the human touch and mate of it.

I took my morning coffee at the window every day at six thirty. Today I was not looking at the view. I was looking at a map. Spread across the suite's dining table were shipping route diagrams, port operator contracts, and customs compliance records covering the entire Eastern Seaboard from Maine to Virginia. Color-coded by priority. Annotated by hand in my own writing because certain things should not be typed. The maritime shipping alliance I had signed this week was the foundation. But the foundation was only useful if I understood exactly what was built on top of it.

he said nonchalantly. "Fucking mental," whispered Axias as he grinned. He jumped down to his own ship's deck, raising his sword to give his orders to the men on land. "MARCH TO PADPARADSCHA!" Axias had his own fleet. But to be fair, even though it might be the same size and the same number as Eoin's, it would never be as strong as his. Eoin knew the ins and outs of the maritime industry. All the maritime powerhouses were in the palm of his hands, and all the sea routes were like the back of his hands. If it were about the ocean, then there would be nothing that could escape him.

Just bread, pigeons and Nathan reading three feet away. "What are you reading?" I asked. "Architecture book." I stared at him. "You're reading an architecture book on a boat in Monaco." "The chapter on marine engineering is directly relevant to our current situation." "Nathan." "It's interesting." "Show me." He turned it around. A dense page of structural diagrams. Load-bearing calculations for waterfront buildings. He was reading it the way he read everything, annotations in the margins, certain passages underlined. "You mark up leisure reading," I said.

The digital alert on Elena Rossi's tablet flashed crimson, displaying a high-resolution satellite radar feed of the Strait of Messina. Three dark, unflagged gunboats circled the northern entrance of the channel, blocking the deepwater transit lane as the seventy-thousand-ton container vessel Ligurian Monarch approached the strait under reduced throttle. Sea spray flew from the bows of the pirate craft as they cut across the commercial shipping corridor. High-resolution telemetry showed five-inch deck guns mounted on the bows of the blockade boats.