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"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."

Maron "What the fuck do you mean it disappeared?" I roar into the phone, my grip tightening until my knuckles turn white. "How the fuck does a cargo ship just vanish into thin air?" Pavel, my right-hand man, sighs heavily on the other end. "We don’t have the coordinates, boss. I've tried contacting Oleg Robarov, the captain, but the connection keeps cutting out. It's like they've gone dark." I let out a string of curse words and run my fingers through my hair in frustration. This is the last thing I need right now. "This is not a fucking joke, Pavel. That ship is carrying the first batch of Tramoxine samples. Important people are relying on it."

~The End~ Thank you all for reading, The Alpha's First Mate.

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?

I requested, placing my trust in Tony's capable hands. stepping out into the bustling street, I spotted a tiny local eatery shop nearby. I decided to take a moment to satisfy my hunger and ordered three roasted fish to go. As I exited the shop, my eyes caught sight of a poster affixed to the side of the building. It depicted Mac Allister's face, accompanied by the words "Wanted: Five Thousand Dollar Reward."

~Ridge’s Point of View~ Maybe I should have noticed, but I didn’t. The Alpha for Pale Moon, Tyra’s previous pack, had been gone all day. Now that I was seeing him again, I was curious. I gauged who he was speaking with, Alpha Fox from Hollow Hill. He had been gone all day too. “Alphas, anything new to report,” I asked, barging in on their conversation. “Yeah. We were out just getting a few things for a contingency plan, should be coming up any minute,” Fox said.

It was morning but still dark. Everyone was awake and head to the Inverse harbor where they would go on a boat to the Island. When they arrived, they were shocked to see it. It is no ordinary boat. It is a warship. To say it is large is an understatement. It is blocking the view. To make a comparison, it is the same size as a cruise ship. They could've teleport there, especially since Cai Kang knows what it looks like and how to get there, but according to Yuto, their safety measures are so effective that if they teleport by water without warning, the water will melt their skin off and all of them will be deemed as intruders. As for the size of the ship, the envoy did say that it was a forme

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