(Hornet)-Yohoo! Earth to Yorky!
She pryed her eyes away from Hammann's grave, realizing she's been staring for like 15 minutes.
(Yorktown)-Oh, I must have been gone...for more than it's befitting of me.
Hornet thought it mildly amusing(was it to deny the cruel reality of the war she was in?), but Wasp and Enterprise did not avert their mind.
(Yorktown)-It's just weird, I never knew this girl, but she called me 'mommy'.[she pauses] I wonder why, but I guess she will have kept this secret.
(Hornet, barely holding a chuckle)-You could say that she carried it to the grave.
(Wasp)-She didn't. She had a liking for you because you stepped in for her once.
(Yorktown)-I have no recalling of this happening.
(Wasp)-It's because you are always busy as flagship and pay no mind to individual problems you solve. For her, however, it was important.
(Yorktown)-Is that so?
(Wasp)-Indeed it is, but wait because it gets darker. She was being bullied by a gang of Mahans. Pretty ugly things they did to her, too.
(Yorktown)-And how did THAT escape my eye?
(Wasp)-Being busy and all... I'd say there's a fat chance. I don't know.
(Yorktown)-But you might be right, you know? I begin to vaguely remember something of the sort and it was definitely like that...
She turns to face her grave again and a tear rolls down her cheek. Hornet intervened.
(Hornet)-Oh, stop it! Let's go already, we have stuff to pack!
Fade-to-black-transition
(Mannerheim)-Man, I wish I could go with her to the beach!
(Silver)-Don't be impatient, those girls went through a lot. They need time to debrief and get over their trauma.
(Mannerheim)-But come on! Don't you want to be with Yorktown too?
(Silver)-Well, that is true... But still...they need alone time.
(Mannerheim)-Say, do you still have young blood in yourself? A little bit of calling for adventure?
(Silver)-If I didn't, I wouldn't be in the Navy, I'd be in the Chairforce. Why?
(Mannerheim)-Let's see them undercover! We shave and dress as ordinary people, and run a stand or some shit there!
Silver laughs.
(Silver)-Old man, you got me. I know how to make donuts, what can you pitch in?
(Mannerheim-smirking)-I know how to pour beer.
(Silver)-Yeah, you'd be good at making burgers.
(Mannerheim)-So, here's the plan: We're setting up a shop called " 'murican Foods ". We're gonna grill hamburgers and frankfurters, bake donuts and bagels, and have some beer and juice. Anyways, what beach have they chosen to go to?
(Silver)-Miami beach, Florida. It's whitin their paycheck, so it's ok.
(Mannerheim)-No, it's not. Make sure it's paid on my tab.
(Silver)-No, it's paid on MY tab!
(Mannerheim)-Fine, we'll split it!
(Silver)-Anyways, I like the plan.
He pats M's back.
(Silver)-Wanna go shopping?
(Mannerheim)-What are we, women?
(Silver)-We're going to the jeweler. Rings, you know?
Mannerheim gasps and remains silent.
The girls were making their way towards their room, Enterprise being held up by Wasp, and Hornet carrying the largest part of the luggage, smiling. Their wounds hadn't completely recovered yet. Enterprise's leg was still fucked, and Yorktown's lower torso looked awful as well.
Once inside, Enterprise threw herself on the bed and didn't get up.
(Wasp)-I just thought about it, how will you two swim?
(Yorktown)-Well, I won't. Someone needs to guard our things.
(Enterprise)-I think I'm gonna tan. I don't need to swim anyways.
(Hornet)-But I wanted to splash you all! *sigh*
(Wasp)-Hornet, dear, please don't do that. Salt in the wounds hurts.
(Hornet)-I know, but oh well.
They spent the first day not on the beach but at the stands, clothes shopping and talking, and fortunately, as they passed by the captain's stand, they didn't notice them gawking.
(Mannerheim)-Comrade, why are they not in swimsuits? I wanted to see something good today!
(Silver)-I think they're clothes shopping today. Ladies love to take their time when doing so.
(Mannerheim)-And why is that so?
(Silver)-It's complicated...
(Mannerheim)-No, please illuminate me!
(Silver)-For gentlemen, clothes are clothes. You wear them to cover your bratwurst and that's it. But for ladies, it's a personal statement. They want the clothes to represent their personality.
(Mannerheim)-Oh, so what does the dress style of each of them say?
(Silver)-Well, who should I start with?
(Mannerheim)-Enterprise, obviously!
(Silver)-Eh...no offense but Enterprise dresses like a man. Always uniforms or professional suits, with little lady adjustments. She is not really concerned with attracting. That is not to say she doesn't want a man. She does. But she doesn't know how to go about it. And at this point, she's too shy to learn how to dress.
(Mannerheim)-What do you suggest she should wear then?
(Silver)-Exactly what she does already. It suits her personality. All business, but some shit too.
(Mannerheim)-You confuse me...
(Silver-grinning like a fanboy)-Now, my dear Yorktown has a lot of class and style! She dresses in a manner befitting of her rank but also leaves room for ellegance, with a small twist of 'mom factor'. She has an exquisite taste for fashion!
(Mannerheim-irritated)-I doubt that you're not the slightest bit biased here!
In the distance, a smiling Yorktown pointed out to a blushing Enterprise that a necktie is not an appropiate piece of a swimsuit.
(Mannerheim)-Nevermind. What about the others?
(Silver)-Hornet wears little clothes and brandishes a pair of pigtails. Doesn't that scream "tomboy"!? Or "childish".
(Mannerheim)-Yeah, it does. What about Wasp? She's always dressed in baggy clothing and sweaters.
(Silver)-She's not much of an extrovert. She likes to spend her time by herself, and her clothes reflect that. She likes to be comfortable first and foremost.
(Mannerheim)-Now that you mention it, it makes a lot of sense.
(Silver)-Nevermind that, I have an idea. You know how you drain the smoke from the grill upwards into the tin chimney right?
(Mannerheim)-The timney? What's with it?
(Silver)-Next time they pass, let's blow smoke on the girls!
(Mannerheim)-What? Why?
(Silver)-The smell of it makes me hungry!
(Mannerheim)-Are you sure you wanna deal with angry women who might recognize you?
(Silver)-I'll handle it.
The second day, the girls resentfully were woken up at an early hour by Yorktown, in order to catch a good spot and not be burned by the sun. They made their way to the beach which was merely 150 metres down from their hotel.
Setting up the beachstuffs went quick, and Hornet(wrapped in a beach hoop-baloon) tried to pull Wasp(who wanted nothing more than to laze on the beachshore) towards the sea, but was stopped by Yorktown, which grabbed her hand.
(Yorktown-smiling gently)-Hornet dear, would you like to apply some lotion on my back?
(Enterprise)-Yeah, mine too, if you don't mind.
(Hornet)-Oh, all right.
She helped them lay on their stomachs, then she removed Yorktown's cyan bra and spread the lotion on her back, careful to avoid the bandages. After the back, she playfully grabbed her breasts.
(Hornet)-Hey, big sis, why are they so big?
(Yorktown, laughing)-Because I eat my vegetables, unlike you.
Hornet pulls on her nipples.
(Hornet)-Oh, look! The pumpkins still have their stem!
(Yorktown-sinister look)-I am gonna do scary things to you if you don't stop fooling around with my breasts.
Hornet springs up.
(Hornet)-You can't catch me!
Yorktown grabs her by the leg and Hornet falls flat with her face in the sand.
(Yorktown)-Don't challenge me.
(Hornet)-Yes, ma'am...
She then goes to Enterprise and stares for a bit at her swimsuit. Black interior with white linings.
(Enterprise-blushing)-Your staring is a bit uncomfortable, Horny...
Hornet then goes ahead and removes Enterprise's bra
(Enterprise)-If you try to pull off the same stunt that you pulled on Yorktown, I will pulverize you!
Hornet then pours lots of lotion on the inside of her palms, and pretended smearing on Enterprise's tits, only to grab and grope them.
(Enterprise)-Stop it this instant!
(Hornet, grinning devilishly)-I'm just applying lotion on them!
Yorktown hugs her from behind and winks at Enterprise. Soon, Enterprise gets up, and the two of them trap Hornet's face between two pairs of huge tits.
(Enterprise, smiling devilishly)-I think she hasn't been breastfed enough at birth, right sister?
(Yorktown-sinister look)-It's alright, mama Yorktown will feed this hungry child...
She forced her right nipple into Hornet's mouth, which stared suckling, humiliated.
(Hornet)-Mmf!
(Yorktown)-What is it, my dear? Had enough?
Hornet nodded and she was left alone. Hornet went on to bug Wasp again.
(Enterprise)-Sister, isn't your behaviour a bit indecent? And cruel, sometimes.
(Yorktown)-Why, I would think so too, but then again what is the problem? We're just playing, like good sisters.
(Enterprise)-I feel like it is a bit wrong to do things that are so...sexual.
Yorktown climbed on top of Enterprise, which now felt very, very weird. She could feel her older sister's breasts on her own, and saw her usually peaceful face take a scary image.
(Yorktown)-Put yourself in my shoes.
(Enterprise-nervous)-Yes, uhm, being the flagship must be pretty stressful. And being single at your age must create some annoying itches, I think...
(Yorktown)-Bingo. I'm sick of being everyone's mother, police, nanny and whatnot. I get a lot of anger and troubles that come out the wrong way.
Enterprise hugs Yorktown
(Enterprise)-It's ok. I understand. I feel like that too sometimes, as your second-in-command.
Yorktown gets down and caresses her face.
(Yorktown)-I'm happy to know that you can relate.
The two have a moment of warm, pleasant silence.
(Enterprise)-Sister, may I tell you...a secret?
(Yorktown)-You can always trust me.
(Enterprise)-I...like... the Captain. Very much.
Yorktown smiles warmly.
(Yorktown)-I knew you do!
(Enterprise)-I'm sorry, sister. You need a man, but this one is mine.
(Yorktown)-It's alright. Big sis can find another man. You be happy with yours.[kisses her forehead]
(Enterprise)-Sister, there is something you are hiding from me.
(Yorktown)-It's nothing to worry about.
(Enterprise)-You can trust me, big sis!
(Yorktown)-To not rattle-tattle it to Hornet, which will spew it to the world? Maybe. Say, do you know how shipgirls are made?
(Enterprise)-The Commander told me they're made from a special seed.
Yorktown giggles.
(Yorktown)-You're so precious in your innocence.
(Enterprise)-Huh?
(Yorktown)-The ritual involves a captain and a shipgirl. The captain takes a special instrument, and uses it to introduce the seed into the shipgirl, now shipwoman's 'incubatory chamber'. In some time, she will give birth to a shipgirl, which is taken by the captain's "Service of Naval Nursery" and customized, raised and trained to their needs. My daughter, as a carrier, would take approximately three months to be born.
(Enterprise)-Big sister, why does this worry you?
(Yorktown)-Well...it might be best to keep you in the dark on this one.
(Enterprise)-Why...?
They spent a relaxed morning on the beach(And yes, Hornet persuaded Wasp to swim with her) after which they became hungry and went out to eat.
Passing through the shopping streets undecided, Wasp and Enterprise were hit from the side by a gust of smoke coming from a grilldonut stand. The smoke smelled good...
(Enterprise)-*cough*cough*Hey you cartwright! Keep your bloody smoke to yourself! What in hell made you do that!?
(Silver-smiling slyly)-Ah, forgive us, ladies, the chimney is broken. If you want, we can give you a discount for the trouble, though.
Yorktown puts a hand on Enterprise's shoulder, throwing her a look of "Let me handle this".
(Yorktown)-Discount? We're going to smell like a damn barbecue! You better treat us!
(Silver)-A 50% discount is a reasonable offer for ladies such as yourself, am I right?
(Yorktown)-Let's see what the turkeys think about this!
(Silver)-Oh, I got a good bargainer in front'a me. Fine, this meal is on my tab. Pick a table.
The girls settle at a table, then order a large and expensive meal. After eating, they return to their room and anchored themselves belly-up on the beds.
Talking about random subjects, they also bring up how the grillman's face seemed familiar.
Meanwhile, the captains were closing shop.
(Silver)-Shall we do it tomorrow too?
(Mannerheim)-I think not. Maybe they're going to identify us if we do it on purpose again. Let's see their faces when they see it's us at the base instead.
The following day, Hornet found a jellyfish swimming close to the shore.
(Hornet)-Hey, Wasp, don't you think it's cute?
(Wasp)-No. It's disgusting.
(Hornet-sly smile)-Wanna hug it?
(Wasp)-You first. I insist.
(Hornet)-Won't it shock me?
(Wasp)-The reason it's here is because it died and the waves washed it up close to the shore. Harmless, if you ask me.
Hornet picks it up and drops it down promptly.
(Hornet)-Ew! It's all slimy!
(Wasp-lennyface)-You should be getting used to slimy things.
(Hornet)-Why is everybody doing adult talk around me?
(Wasp)-Because we are adults?
(Hornet)-I'm not! I'm a kid, and I want to remain like this!
(Wasp)-Uhh...ok. Have it your way then.
Wasp considered lecturing Hornet, but it was not that easy to do. Maybe she could pass this onto Yorktown and Enterprise.
Smooth sailing until the end of a week, when the girls had enough and went back to the base, two of which had a good tan, and whose wounds closed slightly faster as a result.
Soon enough, they were called to the Captain's office, to see the two men from the stand dressed as the high officers.
(General look of shock and a simultaneous exclamation from Enterprise and Hornet)
(EH)-What!?
(Mannerheim)-Welcome back girls. How was your vacation?
(Enterprise)-Sir, what is the meaning of this?
Their faces stretch in a way to avoid laughing.
(Silver)-What is what?
(Enterprise)-You were the vendors that blew smoke on us?
(Mannerheim)-We have no idea what you two are talking about.
They are breaking down into laughter.
(Silver)-Holy shit we got you so good!
(Wasp)-Who the h-...
(Mannerheim)-He is my new Vice Admiral.
(Yorktown)-What about mister Spruance?
(Mannerheim)-Well, he's still my Rear Admiral.
(Hornet)-How many Admirals are there?
(Enterprise-whispering)-Three per fleet: The Admiral, Vice, and Rear
(Yorktown)-But what about mister Fletcher?
(Mannerheim)-I sent a letter to a separate fleet to incorporate him.
(Hornet)-Nevermind that, why did you follow us?
(Silver)-For fun.
This answer left the girls puzzled.
(Silver)-Oh, don't look at us like that. Commanders need to have fun too. And our ships are our biggest passion.
(Yorktown)-Commander, who is this Vice Admiral?
(Mannerheim)-I'll tell you the details later, but for now you only need to know that he's a great man.
(Yorktown)-Is that so?
(Silver)-I should be. I saved your life after all.
(Yorktown)-I can't wait to hear the details.
(Silver)-Come to my office later. I'll tell you everything behind closed doors.
(Mannerheim)-And you, Enty, come to my office. I'll have a surprise for you.
Enterprise blushed.
(Hornet-lennyface)-Hey, Enty, invite me to your wedding!
(Enterprise)-Hornet!
(Yorktown-smiling)-Oh me, oh my!