Radioapple Ship Novels & Stories

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.]

Just a coat hanged there, and I nodded putting my clothes on one of the shelves along with my bag, my phone was inside my pocket in case Grace called. “Today, a few friends of Mrs. Iris are coming, now remember as there can’t be any mistakes. Otherwise, both you and me will lose our jobs” Maria said and I nodded listening to her instructions. What to give and what not to, who to serve first, and Mrs. Iris being the host would be the last served. How to prepare a proper dining table and where to put everything, she had everything ready and set. They simply needed heating before lunch and we’d have them set on the table, the table itself was ready and set. According to Maria, one of the crysta

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.

Grappling hooks were starting to fly from the other ship, locking the ships together. “Cut the Ropes!” Claire yelled as she pulled the wheel hard away from the ship. The ship creaked as it tried to follow orders but there were too many ropes holding it to the other ship. Claire narrowed her eyes at the ship. It had jet black sails with a crescent moon on them. At the end of the crescent moon a star was dangling. Claire felt a strange feeling of dejavu. Did she know this ghostly ship? She looked down at the lower deck and the men were frantically trying to free the ship. Each time rope was cut it was magically replaced with another. They clearly had done this before.

“But it’s what you noticed, isn’t it?” I didn’t respond. Instead, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. “You’re not just here for Evelyn,” I said coldly. “You and I we’ve worked in deeper waters before. I want results.” Ray’s expression shifted. “Then let’s speak clearly but quietly.” I nodded. He understood. “The shipment you were expecting from Marseille?” Ray began, his voice lowered. “It arrived two days early. But the red apples weren’t in the crate.”.

“The water drains away automatically wherever the ship passes!” Alex grabbed Bea and quickly dodged to the side. The speeding ship missed them by the skin of their teeth, and ripples brushed past their faces like blades in its wake. Alex clearly saw a large “Rouge” painted on the hull of this undersea cruise ship. Someone else was present in the Nine Yin Heavenly Ruin. Just as this thought crossed Alex’s mind, that ship stopped suddenly, swiftly reversed course, and stopped in front of the two people. Subsequently, several people came down from it.