Tomco Ship Novels & Stories

Homecoming! The ship set sail and Tomo was standing on th deck with her Captain dress. "You look stunning," I complemented her. "Thank you my Queen, isn't it a beautiful day at sea," she was enjoying the view. "Yes, but if we go only on this speed we would need a year to get to Kingslanding," I said. "Do what you must then," Tomo said. I looked at the water and my eyes turned white and the ships began moving incredibly fast.

They got off the barge and continued plying AH26. They ate at the side road. When they reached the other side, they got off. They got underway again, driving along AH26 down to San Juanico Bridge until they crossed the sea toward Leyte. In a few hours, they reached Ormoc City leaving the car in one secure place. Tommy could pick it up later. In this city, they took an overnight ferry to their final destination. Early the following morning Enlightened, Freedom, and Fr. Sin, the three of them were at the pier waiting for their arrival.

Victor was gone, vanishing into the inferno. Dino pulled her up, urgency in his eyes. “Run!” Flames consumed the dockyard as they sprinted toward the last operational vessel. Alarms blared. More of Sanchez’s men were converging. The ship’s engines roared to life, the ramp beginning to rise. Tomiwa leaped aboard first, turning to pull Capello up. Luciana followed, but just as Dino reached for her hand, a bullet struck his shoulder. He staggered, pain searing through him.

The twin monks were adroitly turning the junco so the two ships would be broad to broad. Below deck and through the ice embrasures of their damaged hull, Temujin could only partly see the problem. He couldn’t see anything past the bow, only the decoration under it that was a full-body figure of the sea god Watatsumi holding a trident. Nevertheless, he had a sneaky feeling that a white Slayer was protecting the pirate ship with a sort of air barrier.

"Good. Because we’re not done." Derek closed his eyes. He thought of Leo’s face. Of Matteo’s pancakes. Of Dominic’s rare smile. He wasn’t going to break. Not yet. --- Back at the penthouse, Pietro returned. "We found a ship. Registered under a shell company. Docked at Pier 17. No activity." Dominic grabbed his coat. "Get the team. We go tonight." Matteo stepped forward. "I’m coming." "No," Dominic said. "I won’t stay here. Not this time."

Getting out of the suv I was greeted by a man named Tomas. “Good Morning sir, my name is Tomas and I am here on behalf of the Island Cartel.” He spoke. “Ah, yes as expected. And I assume you brought the goods?” I squint at him. “Of course sir, only the best!” Tomas expelled excitedly. Tomas led me towards a large white yacht parked in my underground dock. “You brought 100lbs of morphine on that?!” I was shocked. “You’re lucky you didn’t get searched.” Jason adds.

I switched on my phone, which I had switched off before the show began. “We lost 45 million and a drug shipment.” He muttered before pulling his phone to his ear. “Fuck.” I shouted as I checked my phone, and he was right. Tommy, who was in charge of tonight's shipment, messaged me an hour ago informing me that the cops were there in ordinary clothing before the ship hit the shore. He somehow ran, and two of the other men were safe too. But cops seized the entire shipment, making us suffer a fucking 45 million.

And potentially catastrophic. "Where's this shipment coming to?" I asked. "Red Star Maritime, I think. That's their main operation." I looked at the older man, who had been silent through Tommy's confession. "Anything to add?" He just glared at me with hatred. Mario sighed dramatically. "Some people just don't learn." He moved toward the older man with the serrated pliers. "Wait," the man said quickly. "The shipment... it's not just one thing. It's people. Professionals. The kind you hire when you want someone to disappear permanently."

He had almost had the chance to taste her heavenly lips. “It’s currently in Long Bay harbor Sir I’m on my way there now to get the paper work started. I know how important the shipment is.” Tom rushed on. “Good I’ll be there in thirty minutes, if anyone touches this shipment you know what to do” he gave the order.

My hands moved with automatic, clinical precision, a tourniquet spinning around his thigh, locking the blood inside his veins before the shock could take his pulse. "Doc... the ship... look at the ship," Tommy wheezed, his finger pointing through the smoke toward the horizon. I looked out. *The Leviathan* had ignored the destruction of its vanguard. The forward twin-cannons had locked onto our position, a brilliant, blinding flash of orange fire erupting from the muzzles as the first three-hundred-pound shell tore through the sky. The impact was an apocalypse.