Orange Ship Novels & Stories

A salesman in a wonderfully-pressed semi-formal outfit slapped a hand on the hull of the used ship next to him. “This bird can fit up to 900 cubic meters of standard goods,” he said, “such as your traditional flour noodle dish with delicious homemade red sauce poured on top.” Eva, Miko, and Amal all gawked at the beautiful frigate in front of them. It was sleek and held organic curves, as though it was a seed with short wings.

***** Four days ago, we departed on one of the boats Travis and Rhett left behind, from a western shore of Asiarian. Something we had never figured out, was how Orion and his army of rogues and crawlers got around the realm so fast. Boats: Supercharged 80-foot yachts for the higher-ups and smaller cargo ships that had custom-built engines that were faster than a regular boat, with upgraded GPS and tracking equipment. I bet King Kellen’s top tech, Damon, would have a field day with these.

The fiber had an amazing tensile strength that could pull even a large ship. Speaking of which, theirs was a cargo vessel called a longship. It had one mast with a square sail, presently furled, and was mainly used for transporting seafood, whale oil and various contraptions to the south and bringing back rubber, rope, and luscious tropical fruits to the north. This time, Aki, Sasha and Temujin wouldn’t be bringing with them any products for trade, only provisions.

His fingers moved quickly as he typed something before finally answering a call. “Hello, this is Ronal from Ashford Group,” he said coldly and straight to the point. “I need assistance right now.” Camelia turned to look at him. She could see the change in Ronal’s expression, far more serious than usual. “The Ocean Crown cruise ship bound for the Bahamas,” Ronal continued firmly. “Stop that ship in the middle of the sea. Do not let anyone disembark before my team boards.” For a few seconds, he listened to the response from the other side, then his eyes narrowed slightly.

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.

Strange! “I-I’m so sorry girls that it took me this long to share it with you," she inhaled deeply. "Have you heard about Linch Shipping lines Industries and Coraline Cruise?" she asked hesitantly. "Of course!" Aira exclaimed quickly because she mentioned before that it's her biggest dream to experience a Coraline cruise but seemed impossible because it's pretty expensive. Those entities are prominent and belong to top companies in the world. The Linch family owns them and they are doing good in the market.

someone shouted. "I'm the King’s Silk Noose!" I screamed back. "And if you don't move, I'll hang you myself! Move!" They moved. It wasn't a march. It was a scramble. We ran through the smoke-filled streets toward the ridge overlooking the harbor. The Southern ships were huge, dark shapes in the water, their masts glowing with the light of the fires. I saw the flagship. The Lion’s Tooth. My father’s pride. "There." I pointed to the cluster of smaller boats on the left. "The supply line. Those are full of oil and grain. Hit them. Now!"

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

They were massive, larger than anything I’d seen on television. Each mast, fluttering gently in the breeze, held a different pattern and color. Many had men and women aboard, shouting orders as they rushed about. The chaos was the most captivating thing I’d ever seen, apart from the surly God at my side. “Welcome to Bargainer’s Bay,” Orion said quietly.