Ship Bases Novels & Stories

Seedlings gave us hope for a future at safehold. My mother stood beside me, excited almost. As if she couldn't wait to pay an old friend a visit. Some crew members stayed behind to help rebuild homes, while some would depart permanently at Rapier Port. Bittersweet, but I understood. I didn't know if Charles would be in Rapier Port, but as we pulled beside the pier, I saw a sparkling and brand new ship with the flag of a heart outlined in a ribcage. The Bone Heart. As I said, predictable.

“I promise.” He pressed a final kiss to her forehead. Then he was gone. VYBORG SEAPORT The shipping yard was alive with steel and shadows. Floodlights cut through the night, beams sweeping over rows of containers stacked like silent giants. Dozens of Bratva guards stood armed to the teeth, rifles strapped across their chests, fingers twitching near triggers. This shipment was no ordinary cargo. It was their bloodline, their empire, the kind of delivery they protected with their lives every single year.

“You’re not planning to fight HarborGate directly.” Cassian shook his head. “No.” Tan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then what?” Cassian highlighted several ports across the region. Jakarta. Manila. Mumbai. Dubai. Massive commercial hubs controlling global shipping access. Tan slowly understood. “You want to surround them.” Cassian nodded. “Yes.” Avelyn’s eyes widened slightly. “That would take enormous coordination.” Cassian replied calmly. “The Prague Pact already controls Europe’s infrastructure.” Tan added thoughtfully,

Ishida also noticed that the sea lanes in the lake were very, very busy. Various merchant and naval craft sailed into the lake through the sizable straits that connected the inland sea to the rest of the ocean. Some of the ships he saw were cargo ships, junks, yachts, battleships, patrol boats, ferries, ocean liners, seaplane tenders, oilers, sailboats, barges, pontoons, flying ships, floating anti-aircraft batteries, battlecruisers, troopships, escort ships, and passenger ships. As far as Ishida was concerned, this island had very busy harbors, wharves, piers, jetties, pontoon bridges, drydocks, naval bases, repair yards, and submarine bases.

But it's exactly the clue I've been waiting for. The shipyards here are very popular. We receive anything here from large freighters to common fishing vessels. To ensure the shipyard is used to it's full potential, they separate the different sizes of boats. So large boats use the first few docks, and small boats use the last docks. There was nothing specifically out of the ordinary here, except at the last moment, I saw a much smaller boat in between three larger ships. I climbed back on the bike, and drove as fast as I could towards that smaller ship. I could just be overanalyzing the situation, but my instincts are screaming otherwise.

"They are burning the data-banks from the inside out with old-world chemical fires. They want to leave you nothing but a dead coast." The revelation hits the front line like a physical blow. The Northern marshals look at each other, their scents turning sharp with frustration. The automated shipyards at those coordinates are the only structures left on the continent capable of refining pre-Pulse metals and forging the iron hulls needed to secure the open water. If the Western captains dissolve the data-banks, the integration of the packs will be permanently stalled, trapped on a landmass surrounded by an untouchable, hostile ocean.

he said in a sigh, looking at the ground. "There are thousands of ships at WildHarbor belonging to all lords from Haefest, Locrand, Devian and even Aeris. All ready to cross the sea," Pix said. Doreon raised his head and looked into the eyes of the man in front of him who was patiently waiting for the commander to clear his mind. "Explain every little detail to me."

Easily forgotten, easily replaced. If only it could be that way for her. Now her biggest problem was figuring out how to never be either of those things again. She paused at the shipyard, looking up at the dark, shadowed spires that were the four tall ship masts, soaring so improbably high up into the night sky. Incredible. She made a note to ask Logan when the launch date would be. She wanted to see it being rolled out into the harbor, as the Cove’s ancestors had done so many times in centuries past.

At this time, Connor Clarke and the rest were also released from the car. Standing on the coastline and looking at the huge golden cruise ship as well as the eight battleships in front of them, they suddenly felt a wave of chills. That was because the battleships were only eight of the thirty scattered over the waters of Arcadia Island. They each held extremely strong combat power!

Everyone dies if we resist. Simple math." "That's not math. That's brainwashing." "Call it what you want. I'm alive, you're alive, the children are alive. That's better than Blake Thompson's assault team that would have killed half of us in the crossfire." The ship shuddered. We'd stopped. Docking with the platform. Through the observation periscope , Catherine saw an enormous structure three levels of steel and concrete rising from the ocean, helicopter pads, communication towers, everything needed for long