Ship Bob Novels & Stories

Since even he was feeling a little hungry, he could only imagine how starved ordinary people like Aiden and Fujiko were. “We’re on a cargo ship, you know? Not some private yacht! With that said, we already have chefs on board. We have sailors and a captain as well, so all of you can just relax,” replied Jobson as he held onto Gerald’s arm. Upon hearing that, Gerald nodded in response. How convenient…

Nine o’clock at night, at the Mordu Marina. Harvey held an invitation prepared by Aiden and five million dollars in cash, and boarded a luxurious cruise ship. Based on the information Aiden received from Noriko, this ship served as Shindan Way’s source of income within Mordu. Those who frequented here were either incredibly wealthy, or were powerful gamblers. A cruise ship like this abided by the law of Country H. The ship would prepare to leave at nine o’clock every night, and stop on open seas. The process would restart day after day, repeating the debauchery that went on endlessly.

I couldn’t even imagine how much that cost. Still, Sam and him had gotten into it about something in the city. They now argued every time they were within eye-line of each other. Kevin escaped in his very modest Toyota Sequoia. The only thing that wasn’t modest was the color. It was in what was called a Supersonic Red and I didn’t think that large of a car needed to be supersonic. That was not the point, but far be it from me to point it out.

"The shipping contracts for the south docks are drafted. We just need your signature to flip the beneficiary status to Remo Lombardi." I didn't pick up the pen. I leaned back, the leather of my chair groaning. I looked at the maps pinned to the wall... Chicago, sliced up like a piece of meat. For years, I’d bled for these streets. I’d killed for them. I’d lied for them. Now, suddenly they didn't matter. "Do it," I said, "Move the unions next. The truckers, the warehouse foremen. I want every payroll, every kickback, and every goddamn bribe routed through his LLCs by the end of the week."

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I respond. "Good," he says and leads me forth. The speed boat stands facing me like it has been waiting for my arrival. Whoa! It's beautiful! The blue logo reading "Carter Shipping Co." that was also on the helicopter. This must be one of the companies products. Quality products, I smirk in my head. What else would I expect from Mr. Carter? Always aiming for the extra ordinary. A short bearded man walks towards us. Liam gives him a farmiliar look.

, I respond, stepping into her office. "There is a major shipment coming in on Thursday, Dock E013,", She takes her glasses off and folds them in her hands. She sighs, "Problem is that Dock E013's storage renovation is running three days overtime, and containers seem to go... missing during events as such,". She holds her hands on her desk, "I need you to supervise the shipment. Report to me if any issues arise." Dock E013 is on the Eastern shores, on the other side of the country.

"Are you okay?" asked Mrs. Marry. "Yeah, I'm okay." Shin tried to smile so that Mrs. Marry was not suspicious of her. "Okay. I will take the best clothes from the famous and number one boutique in Switzerland that yesterday was specially ordered for you. Uw, Big Boss seems really-really love you, Miss. I'm very happy to see him." Mrs. Marry smile and hurry away. Then Mrs. Marry left, leaving a lot of questions on Shin's mind. Best clothes? of this famous and number one boutique in Switzerland? It completely disbelieved Shin. She really is treated like a queen.

“Walk me through it. If we cut them off, how deep does it hit?” She rose and came around the table, pointing to the screen. “These shipments—see the rotation pattern? Every third day, their cargo switches registry to bypass customs. It’s done through a shell company: Corsair Holdings. If you lock their container tags at port entry, nothing moves. Within a week, their whole system stalls.” Anton grunted. “And when they notice?” “They’ll try to buy you back.” He smirked. “That’s a polite word for extortion.”

Industry analysts questioning the company's future viability. My phone buzzed with a text from our source inside Rodriguez Shipping: *Complete chaos here. Stefan locked in emergency meetings all day. Board members threatening resignation. His father shouting about family legacy destroyed.* I smiled at the update. Let him feel the walls closing in. Let him experience the helpless panic I'd felt when my own life crumbled beneath me. On my screens, financial news channels were now covering Rodriguez Shipping's crisis as breaking news. Market analysts questioning the company's survival. Industry experts speculating about who might acquire their routes once bankruptcy became inevitable.