Ship Bob Novels & Stories

Jester asked, taking a bite of succulent roast chicken. “I do, Heart Incorporated owns shipping yards in Mumbai, India, and Shanghai, China, however our focus in business is international shipments.” “Do you guys build ships yourself?” “No, we only own the yard. We lease them out to different companies. We are considering a purchase in Africa or Japan, but before any purchases can be made we need to secure a lessee.” “Interesting. So with regards to shipments, is it by cargo ships only, or do you deal in air freight as well?”

A huge cruise ship was sailing toward the Steinberg port, about a hundred miles away from the coast. "Sir, we're approaching Steinberg port. We'll be docking in a little over two hours," one subordinate said nervously to the towering and robust middle-aged man standing at the bow of the ship. The middle-aged man, dressed in a black shirt with a crudely written "Malcolm Sect" on his back, stood tall like a sword at the bow, unperturbed even as the waves rocked the ship from side to side.

“We’ve got the dock workers on our payroll, the security cameras are looped, and the trucks are ready to move. We’re just waiting on the shipment.” Fabio nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. This was it—the moment when he would prove himself. He moved closer to the water, watching as the ship slowly approached the dock, its massive hull cutting through the water with ominous silence. As the ship came to a stop, the dock workers moved in, securing the lines and preparing to offload the cargo. Fabio’s team moved into position, ready to take control of the operation. The tension in the air was palpable, every man on edge, knowing that one mistake could spell disaster.

“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’.”

Devin and some leaders of the port were already waiting. “You’re here, sir,” said Devin as he walked over to greet Adrian. With Gloria in his arms, Adrian said, “Thank you so much for doing this. Is the ship ready? I’d like to board the ship right away.” Devin nodded and made an invitatory gesture. He said as he walked, “We have a merchant ship from Sormbay, and their next stop is Luposia. Those working on the ship are our people. Ms. Gloria and you will be taking this ship. Her Majesty has already made arrangements for someone to aid you when you get there.”

Jill answered happily. "We're so lucky! We can't waste this opportunity!" While Shane was thrilled to know what shipping company wanted to contract with us, I on the other hand was so confused as hell as I had furrowed my brow, wondering why my friends were practically celebrating. What was so special about that company for them to react that way? "You said Blue Ocean International Shipping Inc. is one of the most famous and wealthy shipping companies in the world," I said. I looked at Jill and Shane. "What about our budget? We can't match their service price," I emphasized.

She did not want to give up her own life and career because of anyone. Even if she loved Yadon and wanted to stay with him, she could not accept that she would live a life that was worthless and meaningless. “Alright. I’ll contact the other side and try to get you more time. Then, you won’t be too tired.” Summer nodded. “By the way, the troubles with Ocean Shipyard are slowly subsiding. Recently, their shares have slowly risen again. The companies under the Caballero family have started to operate again. If Yadon becomes arrogant and overbearing again, you must be prepared, too.”

Cassian remained near the window, staring at the distant cargo ships cutting through the water. “She was ready for us.” Tan frowned. “You sound impressed.” Cassian turned slightly. “I respect preparation.” Avelyn stood and walked toward the digital screen still displaying the merger documents Varga had revealed. HarborGate Logistics. Merged with Sentinel Maritime Security. A massive hybrid company. Logistics. Private shipping protection. Port enforcement capabilities. She crossed her arms. “This changes things.” Tan nodded. “Yes.” Cassian spoke quietly. “But not as much as she thinks.” Both of them looked toward him.

the man answered. “What is today’s shipment?” Commander Sykes asked. “No one knows sir, we just unload the boats and reload them onto others or into tractor trailers, officer,” the man replied. “Let’s get them all cuffed and transported to the station for booking. Time to call DHS and a crime scene team to go through this ship with a fine tooth comb. Someone get a BOLO out on Hollis Quisling,” Commander Sykes directed. Frankie POV

She didn’t need to worry about such messy happenings. I reclined the driver’s seat and closed my eyes. Five minutes. I just needed five minutes to recalibrate and move to the next task. The buzz of my phone made sure I barely got three. I picked it and saw the latest notification. Sean: Shipment just got held up at the Harbour. Bunch of strays. Not humans. I blinked, rubbing the blur from my eyes as I read it again. Just to make sure. Then another message came in. Sean: They want a cut before letting the shipment be. Colt and I are on our way out. You close?