Novel & Cerita Sans Au Ships

Twenty minutes later Adrian walked into a private bar on the lower side of the city. The place was closed to the public tonight. Only his people were inside. Luca stood near the counter with a tablet in his hand. “You look relaxed,” Luca said. “I was eating dinner.” “Sorry to interrupt family time.” Adrian didn’t reply. He just held out his hand. Luca gave him the tablet. Adrian studied the screen. Three cargo ships. Three different ports. All hit within the same hour. No bodies. No survivors. No witnesses. Just empty docks and missing product.

It was so noisy, and it sounded like there were a few ships approaching them. Mya was shocked and instantly jumped out of bed. She saw Adrian and Lincoln standing quietly on the deck while more than twenty ships surrounded NS Trinaga from all directions in a three-thousand-foot ring. These ships had Black Nergal’s flags on them. “They’re here at last,” Mya said upon witnessing the scene before her. This was the situation that she had feared. Yet, what was the point of being worried? It was upon them at last. She looked toward Adrian and asked, “What should we do?”

Slowly and gracefully the three ships joined formation with the massive supercarrier. Though the Invictus with its three kilometers length was an impressive sight for anyone to see. She was simply a speck, however, compared to the majestic might of the Twenty Kilometer long vessel. The differences didn't end there. The Invictus was mostly smooth and, aside from a few main turrets and the lines of Point-defence Guns, had a flat and sleek appearance. Ark Imperial was littered with 'small' turrets. Small being at least tens of meters high and wide which boasted multiple barrels per turret, the ventral section mounting dozens of skyscraper-sized antennae for fire direction of the vast array of w

Just after Maxwell cleverly handled Thomas’s issues and believed he wouldn’t have anything to worry about in that end, a reeling tragedy struck. It struck in the form of Rohan Fleetmaster. The 860-foot-long ship that Maxwell had gotten for transporting Rohan Automotive Inc. vehicles and any sea-related transports. Maxwell got the news that the huge ship with nine internal decks had sunk in the Mediterranean Sea with the cargo of 6,000 cars it was carrying. The huge $72, 000, 000, 000 tied to the exotic cars that the containers were carrying was the worst loss Maxwell had ever had to deal with since he started business and investment.

' 'I'm already half way home. 'Then it will be best if you just return to Soare-Luna. Don't go near Alvar and Imporia. It's not safe. Stay where you are, the Neos army will soon be on it's way there, headed by Mikhail. Move forward with them and stay in touch with Mikhail.' 'Fine. Don't get yourself killed.' 'You too.' He replied and then I cut the link. I spotted two anchored cargo ships about fifty meters away. The sharks started slowing as we neared them. The water was growing shallow and this was as far as they could go.

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

***** Four days ago, we departed on one of the boats Travis and Rhett left behind, from a western shore of Asiarian. Something we had never figured out, was how Orion and his army of rogues and crawlers got around the realm so fast. Boats: Supercharged 80-foot yachts for the higher-ups and smaller cargo ships that had custom-built engines that were faster than a regular boat, with upgraded GPS and tracking equipment. I bet King Kellen’s top tech, Damon, would have a field day with these.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.