Radioapple Ship Novels & Stories

The shrouds can be changed, buti nalang at nagdala sila ng extra. I tiptoed and survey the whole ocean. It seems like there's something under the water that the ship bumped. "I'm not really hungry." Binalik ko kay Seraph ang mansanas at walang alinlangan niya itong tinanggap saka kumagat. "Thank you, My lady." He smiled and turned around. Napangiwi ako. He was the one who gave the apple in the first place. Inangat ko ang tingin kay Cassius na seryosong nakatingin kina Cronus na inaayos ang foremast. He was looking and observing like he knows what to do.

The ringtone buzzed sharply through the stillness of the office. Alex didn’t flinch. He reached for his phone, eyes narrowed as the screen lit up. The name flashing on the display was one he trusted more than most—Reed, one of his most loyal men. “Speak,” Alex said the moment the line connected. “We have a situation,” came the gravelly voice of Reed. “The shipment we ran through the East Docks was intercepted. Someone tried to reroute it.”

After that we found ten more containers, overloaded with merchandise. Apollo lifted a black walkie to his mouth. "It's time for harvest," he spoke into the device, a devious smirk curving the corner of his mouth. The smell of sea salt and the metallic tang of blood burned my nostrils. This wasn't just a shipment; it was Aaron's lifeline. "He’s going to feel this," I whispered, my jaw clenching tightly. Apollo stepped up behind me, his chest feeling warm against my back. He didn't say a word, but his hand came up to rest on the nape of my neck. His thumb stroked the skin there in a way that reminded me I wasn't alone in this mess.

"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.

“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.

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.