October 10th, 2020 - London - 13:02 Hrs - HMS Belfast

Smoke still rose above London, even a day after Belfast had repulsed the Abyssal attack on the city, fires still burned as the fire brigades of London and multiple cities fought to bring them under control, however whilst the city had taken a battering some areas remained untouched, one of these was The Imperial War Museum, which was impressive as the area around it was pot marked with shell holes.

"Huh, not even a broken window!" Cavalier commented as the group passed through what was left of the main gate, Belfast had to agree with her on that, it was pretty impressive that the building hadn't suffered so much as a scratch in the attack.

"Ah, we've been expecting you, now I'm guessing your wondering why I had you brought here" Clarke explained walking up to meet them, with Victory, Warrior, Alliance and Minerva following behind him, but as Belfast noticed there was someone else behind them, but as they were obscured from view by the others, Belfast could only guess who they were.

"Well, yes we are Admiral, I don't suppose you could enlighten us?" Gannet asked politely, whilst keeping an eye on Cavalier, who was more interested in the shell craters than the conversation.

"Certainly, well earlier this morning, there was an interesting development regarding, well you" Clarke explained gesturing to the shipgirls around him, "And well, I think it's better to let her explain" he continued, with the shipgirls behind him parting to revealing a caramel skinned woman, wearing a green jacket and skirt.

"Hello Bel, I bet you weren't expecting to see me again" Gambia declared, smiling at the look of utter surprise on the other cruisers face.

"Gambi, how, how did you..." Belfast stammered, her brain racing to come up with an answer to how a ship scrapped in 1968, was standing in front of her.

"Well, the running theory is that because you were fitted with equipment removed from me when you were being made into a museum, when you turned up, I got pulled through by proxy" Gambia explained as she closed the distance to Belfast, "It's really good to see you by the way" she added pulling the other cruiser into a hug, "and I heard about what you did, I'm glad you finally got yourself together" Gambia whispered so no one else could hear, genuinely glad that Belfast, was no longer the self-loathing cruiser she'd known.

"Anyway, I had you brought here for an experiment" Clarke announced, drawing everyone's attention back to the present, "As you know, the navy didn't hang on to our ships from the war, with a few exceptions" he added gesturing to Belfast and Cavalier, "But there are some bits that remain of those great ships, specifically the two behind me" Clarke continued pointing to the pair of 15-inch guns behind him.

"I'm guessing you want to try and summon a scrapped spirit?" Cavalier queried, as Belfast stepped forward, guessing that the Admiral had someone specific in mind for this experiment.

"You would be correct, however, I would like Belfast to do the honour's for this if you wouldn't mind" Clarke replied, proving Belfast's suspicions correct, he probably thought her luck would be valuable in this endeavour, if only he knew the reality of her so-called 'luck'.

"Sure sir, anyone in particular?" Belfast asked, there were a choice of two, the Roberts-class Monitor, HMS Roberts, or the Revenge-class Battleship, HMS Resolution.

"Well, Resolution would be the more useful of the two; no offence" Clarke answered, apologizing to Minerva, who simply shrugged in reply, Monitors weren't that useful in anything other than fire support. Belfast simply nodded, closed her eyes and concentrated on the 15-inch gun in question, however, nothing happened, she couldn't make a connection in her mind no matter how hard she tried, she had known so many ships armed with that gun, Hood, Warspite, Vanguard.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't think it's going to work" Belfast apologized, opening her eyes in defeat, "I couldn't pick her out for some reason" she explained, Clarke however didn't look upset at all.

"It's ok, it was a long shot anyway so don't beat yourself up over it" Clarke replied turning to face the group, "anyway, whilst we're here how about you go have a look around the museum, whilst me and Captain Walker have a chat" He suggested to the assembled shipgirls, which as someone who had spent 50 years as a museum, seemed ironic to Belfast.

October 10th, 2020 - London - 13:29 Hrs - HMS Belfast

Strolling around the museum, Belfast found it odd to be the visitor to a museum, normally she had watched visitors as they went about looking at displays, so to be the visitor for a change was a new feeling.

"hey come and look what I've found!" Minerva shouted, as Belfast looked at the interior of a partially sectioned JadgPanther, curiously Belfast and the others followed where they had seen Minerva go, finding her in front of a display of badges, specifically ship badges, "Look at this, they're on loan from Greenwich, look there Swiftsure, Renown, and Nelson as well" she explained as the others started looking at the badges as well, Belfast however found her focus drawn to one badge in particular, a white rose on a dark blue background, the emblem of the battleship HMS Duke of York, she remembered her well, the way she could work out any mathematical problem in seconds, her straw blonde hair, the white and dark blue coat/dress she had always worn, she remembered everyone who'd been at North Cape in detail, she could practically see her in her mind, and the more she looked at the badge the clearer the image became and then her vision suddenly went white, the last thing she heard was someone scream her name, before all her sense's stopped working.

October 10th, 2020 - ? - ?:? Hrs - HMS Belfast

When Belfast came to, she found herself lying face down on a wooden floor, struggling to her feet groggily Belfast found herself surrounded by what seemed like fog, only strangely it seemed to stop short of the wood, however as Belfast looked closer she realized she was standing on a wood deck, and by the fact the deck seemed to curve towards a flagpole, the deck of a warship, probably the bow by the way it was shaped, and turning around Belfast realized exactly where she was, the quad 14-inch gun turret was a dead giveaway.

"What the fuck!" Belfast exclaimed aloud, utterly confused as to what was happening, one second, she had been in the Imperial War Museum, now she was on the deck of a King George V-class Battleship, probably Duke of York since it was what she'd been thinking about, speaking of which where was she, every spirit she'd encountered had been there to greet her, so where was she. Curious Belfast started towards the superstructure determined to find her, "Now if I was Yorkie where would I be?" she wondered aloud as she stepped through the open hatch, she'd start with the bridge.

After what seemed like hours Belfast, was starting to wonder if she'd ever find Duke of York, she'd checked the bridge, the mess, all three gun turrets, the engine room and all of the crew quarters, from ratings to admirals, and all had been empty, finally she decided to try transmitting station and there lying across the Admiralty Fire Control Table, was a peacefully sleeping Duke of York.

"Yorkie, I finally found you" Belfast sighed triumphantly, only to be slightly concerned when Duke of York didn't respond, "Yorkie?" she asked nervously as she stepped towards the sleeping battleship, gently placing her hand on Duke of York's shoulder, whose eyes immediately shot open at Belfast's touch, and then everything went white again the light forcing her to shut her eyes to shield them. Only when Belfast opened her eyes again, she found was lying on her back staring at a ceiling, surrounded by her fellow shipgirls, as well as Admiral Clarke and Captain Walker, all of whom even Victory looked concerned.

"Belfast! oh my god you gave us such as scare when you collapsed, are you alright?" Warrior asked as she and Minerva helped her into a sitting position.

"Ugh, I'm fine, how long was I out?" Belfast replied, curious as to how long she'd been really trapped in whatever she'd been in.

"About 10 minutes, what was that anyway?" Alliance answered, receiving a shrug from Belfast, all she remembered doing was looking at Duke of York's badge and then everything had gone weird.

"Well next time you think of doing whatever you just did, give us some warning, you really freaked us out" Gambia stressed, however when Belfast turned to face her, she noticed something lying on the floor behind Gambia.

"Um, guys, what's that?" Belfast asked, drawing everyone's attention to the object, gingerly Cavalier moved to inspect, only for her mouth to drop open as she realized what it was.

"Holy shit! Its HMS Duke of York!" Cavalier declared, the sound of surprise in her voice matching the look on her face.

"Belfast what did you do?" Clarke asked, his face a mixture of confusion, Joy and curiosity, as all eyes fell on the cruiser in question.

"Erm, well..." Belfast began not quite knowing where to start, as Duke of York began to stir, things had just gotten complicated very fast.

Authors notes

So your probably wondering why I didn't go with 'summoning from only a piece' the reason being when we get to ship girls that were sunk, you must remember that not all of their wrecks have been found (some are still being found today), or that their wrecks have been salvaged (e.g. HMS York), my method is just covering all the bases.

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