"You're nothing but a noisy, lazy bitch!" "Oh yeah, well you are a fat good for nothing seaweed brain who stuffs her face with fish!"
The voices of Seawolf and the Eagle Eye II carried across the harbor of St. Johns Newfoundland.
"Seaworm!" Seawolf snapped.
"Sausage." Eagle retorted.
Seawolf sniffed. "I'll get you back, mark my words."
"Oh I'm so scared." Eagle laughed.
Seawolf eventually gave up and sailed away, more determined than ever to get back at her rival.
On the deck of a nearby research ship, fellow submarine Mir looked down.
"Having trouble?" She asked.
"You have no idea." Seawolf replied.
"Well, I'm heading out soon if you wanna come with. Maybe we can think of something together." Mir said.
Seawolf shrugged. "Wouldn't hurt I suppose." She agreed.
So at the end of the week, Seawolf sailed in company with the old Knorr.
Knorr had been doing numerous explorations of the deep sea since the 1970s but this was the first time since 1985 she'd be going back to the shipwreck that earned her fame, RMS Titanic.
Seawolf, for once, wished she could dive 2.5 miles and sea the great ship close up but it just wasn't possible.
Mir however, had a thoughtful look on her face the whole voyage there and when they arrived and saw Eagle's fishing lines in the area, a mischievous gleam appeared in her eyes.
"What do you have cooking in that noggin, Mir?" Seawolf asked.
"A rather, erm Titanic idea you could say." Mir snickered.
"Do tell." Seawolf said.
"If you can cut some of middle buoys off that line, I can pull it down to the bottom and snag it." Mir explained.
"Wouldn't that hurt?" Seawolf asked.
"Yes, and that's what I'm counting on. Consider it an alert if you will." Mir replied.
Seawolf caught on. "You're evil." She said.
Mir grinned. "I know."
Thus, Seawolf disconnected the buoys from the line and fed it to Mir who carried down with her to Titanic's wreck. She wrapped the decivingly strong line around Titanic's central propeller.
"Now when they go to haul it up, they'll either have it snap or they'll get a present." Mir said.
"Let's do it." Seawolf grinned.
The American submarine hid expertly as Eagle approached. She noticed something was not right with the buoys. They were moved.
"The line must've sunk." She said.
Sighing she began the long process of reeling it in, knowing that she wasn't going to get any fish this time. About halfway through, she felt something heavy on the line.
"Must've caught something after all." She thought.
Oh how right she was. A minute later the gleaming bronze of a four bladed propeller broke the surface.
"What the heck!" Eagle squawked.
Seawolf surface, laughing so hard she nearly turned turtle.
"Do you like your new present. That would look good on you." She said.
"Why you little ****!" Eagle shouted and started to chase after Seawolf but a black blur crossed in front of her.
Eagle screeched to a halt to avoid a collision and saw an ocean liner tearing after the submarine. Seawolf wasn't grinning now, she looked genuinely afraid.
"What have I told you about taking this that don't belong to you!" The liner snarled.
"HELLPPP MEEE!" Seawolf screamed.
Eagle laughed as Seawolf raced away back the United States with the Ancient on her tail.
Arleigh Burke was surprised to hear Seawolf screaming.
"What's got her propeller in a knot?" She wondered.
"She's being a chased by an Ancient." Virginia replied calmly.
"What'd she do?" Arleigh sighed.
"Apparently Titanic's shouting something about her propeller." Virginia replied.
Arleigh groaned. "I'm so making Seawolf scrub barnacles after this!" She said.
"Are we gonna help her?" Virginia asked, watching as Titanic came perilously close to biting the sub's sail.
Seawolf shrieked in terror and tried to go faster, too terrified to even try to dive. Diving would only make her lose ground.
"In a minute?" Arleigh shrugged.
She settled down beside Virginia as Seawolf ran for her life, no puns intended!
The submarine learned an important lesson that day. If you're gonna pull a prank, keep the Ancients out of it!