Yaaargh, me maties! It's me, Capt. Aron, and it's time for part ten.

Enjoy!

Chapter 10: Inferno Part ll

June 25th, 2023. 4:00 P.M, James' office:

James read the message Admiral Hobe sent him, and wasn't disappointed with it at all. It said:

-TO SPECIAL DIVISION COMMANDER JAMES KOICHI:

Commander Kouichi,

By now, with the new group of shipgirls sent to your base, you should be able to begin training and start sortieing them against "Abyssal" forces.

I've also had some background research done on you, and it seems as if you have a passion for learning about the former Imperial Navy. Interesting…

Anyway, for the request list your girls made, I'll see what can be done. Also, I'm having more building supplies delivered. And, I'm sending another special shipgirl, who will be in charge of the café, and not to mention that she's a food supply ship.

In all, I'll be expecting a sortie report soon, so until then, take care.

P.S: Other than the special food ship, you're getting a battleship with her!

-Admiral Hobe.

After reading the email, he just sat at his computer for a few minutes, speechless.

"Okay…" he began. "…first, how the hell did he know that I was into studying old warships? Jeez, I'm glad I studied, or I would've ended up as a Walmart door greeter, like Dick Cheney almost did." He then pictured Cheney greeting customers, say nothing but "Go F*ck yourself!" to each of them.

But then, he realized he was getting a battleship.

"WOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOO! YES! I'm getting a mother*ckin' battleship…but I wonder who I'll be getting first!?" He yelled in excitement.

The dreaming of commanding a humanized battleship would be awesome, and it was about to happen.

However, for two minutes, he pictured himself groping the huge breasts of Fusou, going into near-moe mode with nose bleed and all.

But then, he realized Hobe was expecting a sortie report from him soon, so James needed to do something. "Come to think of it, I think I know how to train them…"

Present Day…

After promising both Akebono and Ushio that they'll come back to collect the bodies of Sazanami and Oboro, James and the two destroyers went back to the battleship's dorm and collected the girls that were there. But before leaving, there was one girl needing to be brought back to her senses.

"Yy…Yamato …are you okay? Can you hear me?" James said.

Comforting a mortified Yamato, however, wasn't easy though. Still mortified, she had been in shock since the explosion, having seen both Ise and Hyuuga crushed by the collapsed wall not far from her.

But at the sound of his voice, she slowly looked up at him.

"…Admiral?"

"Yes, Yamato. It's me."

And without warning, she slowly reached up and hugged him. The other girls just stood behind James, all shocked that Yamato even moved.

"Admiral…" the stricken battleship began, tearing up."…thank goodness you're okay!" finishing before burying his face into her massive fuel tanks, a smile on her face.

That's when the faces of every girl in the room suddenly went red.

James' cries for Yamato to stop were muffled.

"Mmmmmmhh, mhh, MMMMMHHHHHH!" was all that was heard.

Everyone yelled at her. "DAMMIT, YOU'RE SUFFOCATING HIM!"

And with a little "Kya!", the super battleship freed James from her mighty melons.

"Guuhhh...guuuhh...Damn...*gulp*...I thought I would've been dead had you kept doing that for a few more seconds. Please don't..."

He paused.

"...Yamato, please listen, I need your help, and everyone else here."

"I…I…I can't…! Ise-senpai…Hyuuga-senpai…(looks down at Ise's visible, blood-covered ribbon in the corpse's right hand)…they're gone."

And the super-battleship started to cry. She had just lost the two closest friends she had spent time with at base, whether it was Ise challenging her to eat-off against Akagi, or helping Hyuuga with her daily bodybuilding sessions.

Trying not to look like a dick, James reached over and hugged her, a tear in his eye, as his flagship finally cried her heart out. The others also started to cry some as well, for they knew that their commander cared so much about them.

After that, he went over and hugged Kongou and Yamashiro, and both battlecruiser and dreadnought bawled uncontrollably in his chest from the loss of their sisters.

The other survivors James brought to the battleship's dorm, meanwhile, curiously wanted to know why he came back for them.

"Sir," Yuugumo spoke up first. "Why do you need our help?

"…Because… Tone-chan and Chikuma-chan both told me that the Carrier's Dorm is on fire, and that several of the carriers, and a few visiting destroyers and light cruisers were trapped…"

Everyone in the room was suddenly both shocked and horrified.

"No…no...no…NO! IT CAN'T BE TRUE!" Both Chitose and Chiyoda suddenly cried out, tears already forming, and the elder sister quickly and weakly consoling the younger one. "Akagi, Kaga, Taihou…"

A mix of cries, name listing and other worrying began, with a mixed bag of "Where is .., Is she..., "and other cries started coming, until…

"I hope all of the destroyers are okay!" Nagato suddenly cried out in the mist of it all, with a worried, but perverted look on her face.

(A vision bubble appears with her being hugged by crying destroyers as she's pulling off a "Oh Sweet Jesus" face while they're not looking.)

Everyone in the room then suddenly looked at her with both disgusted and blank faces, while the destroyers cowered in a corner far away from her, whimpering.

"Jesus, do we need to register you as a pedophile, kuma!?" screamed Kuma

It was already known throughout the base that the proudest member of the so-called "Big Seven" would be addicted to destroyers, which now earned her the nickname "Nagamon…"

"Oh for God's sake, why am I even narrating this? I mean, seriously? Why am I reading about 'motorboating' and pedophilia towards little girls, I mean, really!?

(The girls and James suddenly looks off towards the imaginary narrator, pissed…again…..)

"Mr. Freeman, can you please shut the hell up, and narrate the damn story!" James roared at the narrator.

"Ok fine! *Ahem* Now back to the story…"

"Nagato, you know I can't have you pulling off a Bill Clinton towards little girls. Now, please stop…" James said while facepalming with a disgusted look towards the base's pedophile.

Hamakaze yelled from the back, redfaced. "WE'RE NOT LITTLE, DAMMIT!"

James looked back with a blank face. "Says the one with breasts meant for a fucking grown woman!"

"Beach Wind" suddenly went red-hot in the face, without saying a word.

Nagato, however, looked down to the ground, red-faced and embarrassed for what she had done over the few months she had been at the base.

All that came out was a "Sorry" in Japanese.

"…Anyway, Yamato," he began. "Please keep Ise's old red bow. Holding on to it will keep her and Hyuuga's old memories with you, although they will lose everything they knew when we get them revived after we get them to the repair chambers."

Then another voice came from outside. "Sir?"

Everyone turned around towards the open door. Standing there was a pink and grey-haired Kazagumo, who happened to hear James say "repair chambers". She then saw Yuugumo, Makigumo and Naganami there, running inside bawling, glad that her two eldest sisters and her first little sister were okay.

After clearing her eyes, James asked her a question. "Kazagumo-chan…what did you want, sweetie?"

The third Yuugumo blushed with a pouty face. "Don't call me…oh!" she stopped mid-sentence.

"What? What is it?"

"You said repair chambers, right…?"

"Yeah, I did while talking to Yamato-senpai here. Why?"

"Well…"

"Well what!?" he snapped back.

"…the repair chambers…have been heavily damaged."

"Oh shit...well...we'll deal with that later! Kazagumo-chan, have you found any of your other sisters?" James questioned the little destroyer.

"Well...I've found Makinami, Onami, Kiyonami, Tamanami, Suzunami and Fujinami already. Still looking for the others, but seen lots of bodies along the way here."

"Well," he began again. "Can you list a few names of those bodies you recognized?"

"Hnn...I've recognized Mogami, Nachi, Nisshin, Ikazuchi, Hibiki, Chuyou, Taiyou, Arashi, Natsushio, Mutsu, Imuya, Goya, Iku, Zuikaku, Teruzuki, Suzutsuki, Niizuki, Kumano, Nagara, Hiyou, Tokitsukaze, about a few more destroyers and a few of the foreigners, such as Bismarck, Gneisenau, Littorio, Cailo Dullio, and Graf Zeppelin. Other than that, unrecognizable body parts."

"JESUS ..." James thought to himself, sorrowly."

"Hawawawa..." he heard the others whimper around him.

"Right, everyone follow me! Ones who can't, stay here. If anyone wants to tend to the injured here, you can!"

"YES SIR!"

And after the loud chant, James and his uninjured girls headed to stop the outta-control blaze not far from where they were.

"Now, please let it be not too late to save whoever's in there..."

June 25th, 2023. 10:30 P.M, James' Bedroom:

Having just gotten into bed, after finally getting the training schedule done and the sortieing orders ready the following day, James needed to get to sleep, for he knew tomorrow was going to be a long day.

But at the moment, he couldn't stop thinking about the battleship he was getting. He wondered if it was a ship from either the Kongou, Fusou, Ise, Nagato, or the giant Yamato-classes.

"Man, just thinking about it is making me wanna go for some ramen…"he said to himself.

And so, ol' James hopped outta bed, hungry for some instant ramen…

"Oh man, that does sound good! Hey, Mr. Kouichi!"

James stared at the narrator for the third time.

"Hey. What's up?" he said, not angry this time.

"Nothing...I've got my own ramen. Don't mind if I go and cook it?"

"Sure!"

A few seconds later…

"Okay, I'm back! Thanks!"

"No problem."

*Ahem* "Back to the story…"

It took him a few minutes to get to the temporary kitchen he asked Akashi to erect in his building. As he was heading there, he heard a sound coming from his office. Surely, one of the girls wouldn't be messing with his paperwork.

Slowly opening the door, he noticed it was Maya, one of the new girls. And she was writing a note on a piece of printer paper on his desk. Although he realized that, he couldn't wonder about what she was writing.

However, as he tried to observe what she was writing on that paper, he bumped into the door he was peeking behind, and it let out a small "creeeaaakkkk…..."

"Admiral!?"

The heavy cruiser just sat in James' desk chair, stairing at him with a blank face.

"Uhhhhheh…heh…hheeeyyy! What are you doing in here, eh?" he asked her, curiously.

"Sss…sir! I was just leaving you a request for the base…"

"Request…oh, and nice P.J's by the way!" he complimented her pajamas, which consisted of a tank top and shorts.

She blushed. "Thanks…oh, sir!"

"Hmm? What is it?"

"I was wondering if you can add a facility here on base premises that would allow us to get exercise and do some training to keep fit for combat."

"You mean you want a gym?" James said.

Maya nodded her head.

"And possibly a running track?"

She nodded again.

"And weightlifting equipment?"

Instead of nodding, James swore he saw stars sparkle in the heavy cruiser's eyes.

"…And I'll take that as a yes?"

She nodded again. As she did so, he made a quick decision. After all, there was no way for him and his girls to keep in shape, but would there be enough land on Sabo Island to even build a track. "Okay…note to self," James thought to himself. "Bring fairy land surveyor out with me to find best possible spot here on the island for a running track."

"Well…" he began. "I'll consider doing that. We don't want to get out of shape, now do…"

James was cut off by a happy Maya, who squeeled with excitement, before realizing he was staring at her like he tried to cover up a fart. She then blushed, saying "thank you" softly.

Before leaving the office, he spoke again. "Hey Maya, wanna grab a near-midnight snack?"

"Meh, sure. Whatcha thinkin' of?"

"Ramen, Maya. Ramen…"

Her eyes lit up again. "Oooh! Why didn't cha say so? I love ramen so much, I can eat about four packs altogether."

James looked at her with his eyes nearly bugging out of his eyesockets. "DAMN! You girls can eat."

"Heh," Maya began again. "You think the amount of food I consume is bad, wait till you see the amount the standard carriers consume. Just pray to God that you don't get Akagi transferred here."

"Why?"

"Because she can eat like a motherfucka!"

"Meaning I'll have to request more trainloads of bauxite?"

"Huhhh... Sadly, yes. Now come on, Kouichi-kun, let's eat! I'm hungry!"

And as the both of them walked down the corridor, James could't help but worry about what Maya said.

And I'll finish this one short.

Also, I'll be taking OC shipgirls. Now remember this form:

Name:
Ship Type:
Class:
Uniform:
Nationality (German, Italian, or Japanese):
History:
Weapons:
Features:
Personality:
Honorifics they use when addressing others:

So I'll see you all at the second OC Intermission.