Radioapple Ship Novels & Stories

"The engineers who built my father's invisible digital scaffolding are officially blind. Victor! Confirm the status of the vessel." "The Apapa Star is holding her position, boss," Victor called out from the auxiliary terminal, his fingers flying across his keyboard as he monitored the maritime navigation tracking. "The automated navigation script didn't trigger the self-destruct. The master override block caught the smart contract before the local servers could wipe the data payload. The ship is still steaming toward our private Brooklyn pier but we have a live anomaly on the console."

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.

I started to lean forward again, greedy for more of his lips on mine when the car came to a halt. "We are here." Alpha Cole muttered, his voice husky and making my womanhood clench. Then he cleared his throat and pushed a button, surprise flickering in my eyes as I took in the view in front of us. We were on a shore, and the most luxurious white ship I ever set my eyes on stood before us. On the body was inscribed the words, 'Roman.' Hell, a date on a ship?

"Sometimes you have to walk right into a trap to destroy it from the inside." -- The marina was quiet when they arrived. Most boats were already out on the water. A sleek black speedboat waited at the dock with one crewman standing guard. "Are you Cecilia Moore?" he asked. His voice was flat and emotionless. She nodded. "This way, please." Twenty minutes later, Harper checked her phone. "No signal," she said. "Big surprise." "What did you expect?" Yvonne replied dryly. A huge cruise ship appeared in the distance. It was the biggest ship Cecilia had ever seen.

This exhilarating boat ride was just the beginning, and I was ready for anything. As we ventured further from the shore, leaving the sight of other boats behind, Frank expertly brought the boat to a gentle stop, dropping anchor in a secluded cove. We descended into the cabin and emerged with a delightful assortment of food and drinks—a selection of fine cheeses, fresh fruit, crisp crackers, delicate sushi, and a bottle of chilled champagne. We settled on the deck, enjoying the feast and the stunning surroundings, the gentle rocking of the boat and the sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop to our conversation. We talked about the ship, a symbol of freedom and escape for Frank, wher

He gave me a blank look and entered our destination coordinates into the screen and sat back. "All done," he yawned and put his arms behind his head, closing his eyes with a smirk. I muttered, "smart ass." I went to the back of the vehicle and snooped around and found an odd communication device. It had an apple on the back and wouldn't turn on so I set it back down. I sat in the back seat and watched the scenery fly by. I saw more of the Phragmites ships scattered throughout Yellowstone. I poked Marwan with my finger and he looked at me.

They manipulated and edited every surveillance that showed Rosalie. All the while, Rosalie made her way to the port in New York Harbor. There happened to be a cargo ship from the Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group at the harbor. Since the cargo ship was ready to return to Oskia, Charlie arranged for Rosalie to immediately leave the United States by boat.

A seemingly ordinary fishing boat received a cargo of wooden boxes, their tops camouflaged with orange oranges and red apples. "All goods are in accordance with Mr. Nicholai Tsar Romanov, and payment has been received in full. Safe travels to Russia, my friend!" said Pablo Barbossa as he shook hands with his client's trusted associate, Vladimir Kergei. "Pleased to do business with you, Mister Americano!" replied Vladimir before boarding the disguised fishing boat. The turbo-powered fishing boat quickly sped out into the open sea. They did not want to take the risk of staying too long in Chicago Harbor with the illegal firearms cargo. And sure enough....

POV MADDISON The deep, vibrating roar of the cargo ship’s diesel engines shook the entire concrete foundation of the warehouse as the massive vessel began to pull away from the pier. The pouring rain slashed through the open loading dock doors, instantly soaking the bodies of Yuri Romanov's fallen men. "He's getting away!" I shouted over the thunder, pointing out at the dark silhouette of the ship cutting through the black waves of the bay. Richard was up on the lower deck, a pathetic, desperate shadow clutching our encryption keys to his chest.

She was right, I didn’t say anything. “I need to tell Ian.” I said staring blankly at the food in front of me. “OMG! Eve, no!” “I just… I just need to hear it from him, Let me use your phone.” I said, reaching for her phone. “Please.” My phone was still useless thanks to Noah smashing it and the only way to reach Ian was through hers. He picked up on the second ring, but there was noise in the background, muffled voices, hurried footsteps, a metallic clang like something heavy being shut.