Radioapple Ship Novels & Stories

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

asked Benny “should we use a Ziion military code – do you think the Ziion Master could de-code it. What if the other ship can de-code it too” “All we can do is try it” said Bunny “SOS, malfunctioning ship, requesting permission to dock to repair.” add to the code: warning =A , Incoming Ship = C, possibly hostile = T , eta 2hours =2. Ryder prepared the code by misspelling the words to include the Ziion Milltary code in it. It now looked like “SOS, malaunctioning ship, requecting permtission to dock 2 repair.”

Jack steered the pod past, picking up speed as he went. A huge ship appeared in front of them. Darts came and went. Jack pushed by, dipping underneath away from their turrets. More large ships appeared and finally one of theirs. The little pods looked like grapes on the side of the ship. The ship sent missiles out. Jack pushed the pod faster. He wasn't about to get caught in an explosion.

I had tied my hair up in a ponytail. He took me to the boat that was bobbing at the end of a deck on the east side of the island. The boat was a high-performance boat with a narrow beam and a steep deadrise. My cheeks heated up when I saw its name—Natasha. Apollo helped me aboard. With an expert hand, he yanked the thick rope that had anchored it to a pole on the deck. He gunned the engine and the boat took off at high speed. I squealed and he laughed. Soon I was sitting in his lap as he drove it to the mainland.

Isabella and Angelo kept jumping and raising their hands. They stopped when it became obvious that the yacht was coming to them and happily hugged each other. The yacht finally stopped by the shore and Angelo and Isabella noticed that there were just two men inside it. One was the sailor while the other just stood there eating an apple. Apple was Isabella's favorite fruit and the moment she saw it, she began to salivate but, she knew that it was more important for them to get off the island so she controlled herself and smiled at the men.

I looked at him and saw within his hands a stylish black bag and an apple. "I forgot that you needed a bag to carry with you," he told me. "Also, you can eat the apple on our way," he again said. I wiped away my tears before taking the bag and apple from him. After I did, I place the apple within the bag and closed it. "Let's leave now," the doctor said as he walked towards the door. I followed him and took one last look upstairs before exiting the house.

His chest heaved and fell, and his lips were drawn in a thin line. Corbyn Cirillo. So smart. That bastard dared to play him. Maverick clenched his fist and secretly promised himself, That’s not the end of... Ring. The sudden ringing of Maverick’s phone interrupted Maverick from his reverie. His languid gaze fell on the caller ID before picking up the call. “Hello, boss. Corbyn Cirillo’s men suddenly attacked our men at the port. They’ve snatched two of our ships and incapacitated some of our men.” Cliff’s slightly anxious tone drifted into Maverick’s ears.

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."

Rowan By the time I finished the seventh stick of my cigarettes, the massive cargo let out a deafening blast of ship horns as the mooring lines were being cast off. The horns continue to echo off the coastal cliffs, followed by the steady vibrating purr of the ship engine and heavy plumes of black smoke curling into the sky. Soon, the ship begins gliding toward the sea, parting the glassy harbor waters to its destination. I pulled out my phone as I typed a text to my father, [Shipment 1094-K1999, has left the port successfully.]

The freckles on her face glisten with small sweat dews as she creates an O-shape with her lips puffing some air out. I look at the clock on the wall; it’s almost the end of my shift but who doesn't like some extra cash in their pockets. So I remove the pumps, lining the bruise on my leg with a second skin patch, before trudging towards the door. “Penny, you just had a rough session with Alpha Valen”, Martha voices out, her eyebrows crossed in the middle of her face, and I just look at her.