Mashle Ships Novels & Stories

Lars was truly thunderstruck by the new information. As Brodie went on a bit about his job in MSC, Lars tried his darnedest to act happy for this high school acquaintance of his. That was because MSC or the Mirepa Shipping Company was spearheaded by Lars and Len's former neighbor, Magnus Musgrave, who Lars had no doubt in his mind would also want their heads speared. "O - Oh, that's great then." Lars got up and patted off his backside. "Hey, sorry, but I gotta run now, man. I got something to do."

I lost myself in the beauty of his body making little to no effort to help out the other rowers. ‘Tsk’ a sharp tongue click to my left made me look up at Misha who was shaking his head at me. He had obviously witnessed me ogling Dmitry and Sasha. I made a guilty face towards him and shrugged, laughing. He gave me a crooked smile, but kept shaking his head, looking away from me. We stayed out in the boats for about an hour and half. We visited the museum nearby and watched as some men demonstrated how the Viking ships were built.

Christine then wrote to the elves to buy a three-masted warship. It didn't take long for the elves to reply that the warship was for sale, but the price would have to be raised by 30%. Christian immediately agreed. Warships in the mainland navy are divided by tonnage into single-masted destroyers, which can carry up to 50 people for coastal defense and smuggling inspections. Double-masted light cruisers, which can carry 100 people, are the main warships of various countries' navies. Triple-masted heavy cruisers, which can carry 150 people, are generally the flagships of small nations' navies. A four-masted battlecruiser can carry 300 people and is equipped with ten large bed guns for long-ra

His eyes were scanning the room, watching the doors, watching the guards, and watching Kaelen. "Relax," I whispered, squeezing his knee under the table. "We won, Ashren. Vane is disgraced. Solas gave us the fleet." "He gave us three ships," Ashren corrected quietly. "And he kept the ammunition codes. We have a fleet, Elara, but we are still on a leash." "It's a start," I said. "We sail for the mainland in two days. Once we are at sea, we break the codes." Solas sat down heavily, looking pleased with himself. He turned to me, his lion-like eyes gleaming.

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

Shale replied coolly, not wanting to explain. "Do you dare to disobey my order?" "I wouldn't dare." "Then hurry up and address him properly." Shale's casual words made Hamish's facial features contort with inner conflict. After a while, he reluctantly called Chase 'sir'. Even Chase did not expect Shale to be so generous. However, it was good. Hamish was a powerful peak stage-nine martial lord of martial arts. With him by Chase's side, they could go anywhere in Eastern Ocean. Chase grunted softly, indicating his acceptance of Hamish.

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."

Mashhub mentally called himself a lucky bastard while he's wearing a simple sky blue dress shirt and washed out jeans. "Damn!" He hooted, making both the girls halt and twirl around, their veil flying around but still clasped to their faces. The triad walked out of the house and straight to his car where Rukayyah took the shotgun and Maaysa sat at the back. The drive to the restaurant was lively and boisterous. They played games, laughed and teased each other all the way to the restaurant. Mashhub looks contented and so are his wives, the duo look very happy with each other's company.

“The person in charge from Marsh Consortium said that our goods have damaged the port roads several times, and workers are often injured during unloading. Their suggestion is for us to pay a toll.” “How much do they want?” Geroth asked. “Ten million dollars for each ship.” Geroth clenched his teeth in anger and said, “What?! Marsh Consortium is really making an outrageous demand! Damn it!” Marsh Consortium controlled three crucial ports, and each port had sixty ships transporting cigars every month. Ten million dollars for each ship meant six hundred million dollars for sixty ships. Three ports meant one hundred and eighty ships, which would be 1.8 billion dollars every month!