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It was Myllyof’s plan to depart in Beltizar and take the road again by foot. Their means of transport up the broad Mondo was an unblemished ship that went by the name of Silver Hawk. It had two main masts holding two sails apiece, plus a third mast used only if needed. The ship was also equipped with fifty oars below the main deck. Three men manned each oar. Many of the oarsmen were prisoners or pirates captured along the river route. The boat was lined with one hundred shields per side, to be used in battle if needed. There were twenty large crossbows and hundreds of long bows located on both sides. There was another weapon known as the ‘fire breather’. It was for shooting a long stream of

As they neared the end Mark caught sight of a boat in the water, unlike any he'd seen before. He could see it was a double-hulled Catamaran, but it wasn't a sailboat. It was like two speedboats welded together then given to Ferrari to turn into something fast and cool. A large cabin sat astride the two hulls with angled windows, topped by a small seating area upstairs, and the entire ship was coated in a kind of metallic charcoal colour. It looked fast, predatory and dangerous. "This is the Betsy," Captain Wales announced and Mark chuckled. "Something funny, lad?"

’ Mila looked at Philip obediently and asked, “Dad, what kind of ship is that? It's so big.” Philip stroked Mila’s head and picked her up. He stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, pointed to the huge golden cruise ship, and said, “Mila, I’m going to teach you something today that you must remember. Our Clarke family is not short of money. That ship belongs to me, and it will be yours in the future.”

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.

Amelia clutched her son against her chest, heart pounding so hard she felt faint. Behind them— Ian screamed in rage. “You won’t leave this island alive!” Island. The word hit Maxwell like a shockwave. He turned to Margaret as they ran. “We’re trapped.” Margaret’s face went pale. “He blocked the causeway.” Another explosion rocked the structure. Dylan slammed the hidden door shut behind them. “We have five minutes before they breach.” Maxwell grabbed him. “Offshore. Where did they take her?” Dylan hesitated. “Cargo route.”

“But she also activated her private asset.” The radar showed a fast-moving contact approaching from the west at an impossible speed—far too fast for a standard coast guard vessel. Ethan recognized the pattern. “Military-grade interceptor. Maxwell’s personal team.” “She wants us neutralized before we ever reach land,” Luca said. “No French interference.” The sea grew rougher as they left Monaco’s protective breakwater. Waves slammed against the hull as the engines pushed the tender harder than it was ever meant to go. Ethan braced himself, jaw clenched from the pain that threatened to break him open.

Max let out a soft sigh and nodded. She'd known that phone call might give her away, but she'd hoped it would only be to Liam. "Yes, it was me. The cargo ship never came, and I got scared. I thought something had happened to you." Liam took a deep breath before pulling her into his arms and telling her the rest of what had happened during that time. "The ship never came because the company doesn't exist anymore, Max." Max looked at Liam in disbelief. She knew how much that company meant to his family.

Relentlessly, the team grunted and walked out immediately Amelia tagged behind Clancy. "I can believe we are actually doing these!" Was what Aaron said before shutting the door behind with a loud grudge. ☆☆☆☆☆ Pacific Ocean Middle Ocean East William's Ship In the middle of the blue Ocean was a large white ship, it was so huge it stature covered most region of the eastern ocean. It has an helicopter docked above it with some other cars parked within it jurisdiction. Men dressed in black suits walked around armed with guns and swords parading shrouded areas of the ship.

"We move the first battalion directly into the primary shipping corridor before the sun clears the horizon." Maximo reached down into his jacket pocket and pulled out a heavy, matte-black data drive the physical master key to the first battalion’s automated tracking arrays, weapon systems, and armor deployments. He didn't hand it over immediately. He held it in his calloused palm, his thumb tracing the worn edge of the casing.

Mara swirled around. Between the rocks outside on the sea a larger ship appeared. Not big as a cruise ship. But big enough. A rusty cutter. Without lighting. Almost noisy. Only the rhythmic stamping of the engine came over. Noah became pale. Elias stepped backwards. And Emilia began to tremble. Mara looked at the ship. A name was painted on the side. In the weak light she could only read a word. Asteria. Then she suddenly understood something. Not slow.