Guns! Guns! Guns!

by Mr. Mahan

A refugee from the Atomic Era, placed in a dimension of abyssal wrath, valiant heroines, and cannon fire. But what can a single ship possibly do?

2. AUTHOR NOTE AN SHIEET WOOT WOOT

Due to events concerning my academic future (FUCK YOU WHOEVER INVENTED TESTS), This fic will be having an immediately irregular update schedule. Add to the fact that I use my phone to write updates, you can expect the fic to update in the next month or two.

See you!