The involuntary Southern Adventure:
(rewrite)
Two shapes appeared upon the surface of the water. One with aircraft carrier gear, and the other with battleship gear.
These two girls stood atop the water's surface, completely mortified, where they found themselves.
"Did you just go to sleep?!" The battleship asked the carrier with the wind calm, they could easily talk normally.
"Yes." The carrier responded, sounding shaken. "I had just bedded down for the night and said goodnight to my girlfriend."
The battleship hugged her new friend. "When we get out of here, let's make sure to find your girl."
"I would like that." The carrier replied as the battleship hugged her close.
"Do you know where we are?" Came the question out of the carrier's mouth.
"Considering the water temperature is below freezing, I would hazard a guess that we are in one of the polar oceans."
The Battleship stood around 3 inches shorter than the carrier; She had blonde hair and blue eyes with a very interesting beret atop of her head. Her beret seemed to have a rangefinder and radar built into it. Her two french made quad turrets were both off to her right side, and her entire secondary battery was to her left. On one side of her equipment was a plate that read Clemenceau.
The carrier had to be American. To be more specific, the battleship already knew what class that ship was. An Essex class. One of the best carriers to hit the water.
The carrier had her secondary battery in a pistol-analog at her side. Dirty-blonde hair made her greenish-brown eyes stand out, as her modified USN uniform made her gear stand out even more. One side of her gear bore the nameplate, CV-35 Reprisal. Her late-war USN aircraft were stored in stripper clips for an M1 Grand.
Both girls' clothing and gear resemble the light-grey color scheme used by their respective navies.
These girls embraced each other, neither really realizing anything was wrong until the battleship looked at the sky.
High altitude clouds were dropping FAST.
"Shit." The French Battleship said just loud enough for the carrier to hear. "There's a storm coming. Let's try and outrun it. We both have the speed."
She knew that probably wouldn't work if the storm was as close as she suspected, but they might be able to avoid the worst of it.
Hopefully.
Sailing away from the suspected storm did not work for long. Only moments after that decision was made, the wind suddenly started to pick up.
The battleship told the carrier to turn around, facing the worst of the storm. Hoping that they'd be able to make it. The pair also held hands to make sure they knew where the other was. This was so they did not get lost in the storm.
Before either of them knew it, the storm was quickly upon them. Winds reaching well over 80 knots blowing frozen water, as well as nearly instantly freezing sea spray, icebergs became quickly apparent as they passed the pair. Some were massive objects you couldn't miss; others were so small that you might not see them until it was too late.
Winds, however, continued to increase in speed and danger.
Unknown to the two girls, this was antarctic waters. The wind was adding ice to their rigging. Slowly making them heavier and heavier until they would finally capsize and sink.
The winds near Antarctica were extreme, even for winter. The sea itself was below freezing. The waves started growing steadily as a storm closed in on the area.
These two girls were soon experiencing a force 10 gale, radios did not work, lights barely worked, and rigging would need to be scrapped of ice.
The battleship was the first one to realize that ice was forming on its rigging. She ordered her crew to do something that she personally would never want to do.
go outside and clean the ice off. I don't care how you do it. Get it off this ship.
She somehow informed Reprisal that she needed to do this, and their crew slowly began removing ice from their gear.
But they needed shelter. They could not maintain this for long. Their crew would never be able to clean all the ice off their ship.
And that's forgetting the fact that they are on an ocean. A dangerous place in any scenario. Now made into the worst place on Earth.
Waves that would wash out their decks as regular ships now stood a hundred feet above them.
The pair had no other choice.
They had to sail into the waves, or die.
So they did exactly that.
But that only reduced the risk. This did not remove the risks the weather posed.
Only moments after trying to remove the ice from her gear, the battleship noticed she was leaning forward.
Trying to keep calm the battleship used her free hand to try and remove the stray ice.
Only to find her hand had become solid ice.
"This is bad," the battleship thought, quickly shaking the thought away. There was nothing that she could do about it, so she would not worry about it. For now.
The carrier started to try and talk to the battleship using radio, just to find her radio had frozen. She did not have comms.
How where they supposed to survive this?
The battleship then noticed something strange in the distance, shinning her light towards it, she was able to recognize a break in the storm. Or at least a break in the waves.
She turned, with the carrier not to far behind. Their hands frozen together.
Suddenly a wave came out of nowhere, uppercutting the carrier, and damaging part of her wooden deck.
"OUCH!" the carrier yelled, just behind the battleship, barely loud enough to be heard over the screech of the wind and waves.
Then, another wave hit the carrier, sheering of metal on metal was heard as well as the sounds of wood breaking appart, and ice breaking.
Reprisal began coughing, even bending over. Clemenceau angled herself to take the brunt of the punishment as Reprisal was trying to get her senses back.
The carrier Reprisal had lost engine power, and was unable to mauver in this storm. Unable to assit herself until her engineers fixed her engines she was dead in the water. And in her doubled over state, she would begin taking water through the mouth, eventually, and almost certainly very quickly, drown.
The battleship Clemenceau would have none of that, she picked the carrier up, throwing her over her shoulders, and began moving towards the clear area.
The clear area however, was a massive ice wall.
Cursing under her breath, the battleship trued tonmove away from the large ice wall. However she was only pushed towards it slowly.
Trying to leave the wall, one of her crew spotted something, something that looked great.
The battleship quickly changed course, and unknowingly headed straight into an iceflow
Only moments later, a crew member screamed "ICEAHEAD!" But it was too late.
The sound of scrapping metal on ice could be heard as the battleship lost her starboard rudder and propellers.
Unable to manuver, carrying a weakened carrier, taking on water, and unable to stabalize herself in these conditions. The battleship knew things where not good.
Reprisal began to cry in the battleship's arms. Much to Clemenceau's horror.
"I don't want to be here! I want to go home!"
Clemenceau began to pat the Reprisal's head, whispering on both radio and into the girl's ear. "It's okay, you'll be fine. This storm will pass soon. You're safe with me."
Reprisal continued to cry into the battleship's chest.
"I want to go home!" The carrier complained.
Clemenceau continued to stroke the carrier, trying to calm the girl down.
Even as wind and waves smashed against her feminine form, the battleship tried to make it look like things would be alright.