Isaac stepped on board the Iowa, only to find the several sailors that were patrolling the deck had stopped to salute him. Isaac then remembered that he had been granted an official title by Admiral Nimitz, and was a commander in the truest sense of the word.

"As you were." Isaac said as the men nodded and continued their patrol.

"Actually, could one of you assist in showing me around the boat? I know I helped put one of these together in New Jersey, but they are so confusing if you don't serve on one." Isaac said as one of the men came back over to him.

"Where are you looking to go, sir?" The sailor asked.

"The brig. My Vice Commander should already be there." Isaac said.

"Understood, sir. Please follow me." The sailor said as he led Isaac into the superstructure.

"Did you really help put together one of the Iowa class boats, sir?" The Sailor asked.

"Yes I did. I was part of the crew that did post-shakedown repairs and maintenance on the USS New Jersey in 1942. Quite the amazing ships." Isaac said.

"I would have to agree, but I think your fleet is much more to behold." The sailor said.

"That they are. They are very hard workers, and very caring when it comes down to it. I find it easier to talk to them than I do humans as of late." Isaac said.

"What's it like? Commanding a fleet with different ships of different Navies?" The sailor asked.

"Quite easy once you understand that the girls are still girls. Sure they command ships the size of a skyscraper, but they still have feelings." Isaac said.

"Really?" The sailor asked.

"When we see my Vice Commander, take a look at her left hand and tell me why she looks so happy to see me." Isaac said as the sailor looked at him.

"You... marry them?" The sailor asked.

"Why not?" Isaac asked with a shrug.

"I don't know... it just doesn't feel professional." The sailor said.

"Oh it most certainly is not. But in Azur Lane... it seems to help. They are still girls after all." Isaac said.

"How does it help?" The sailor asked.

"It deepens the bond I have with them and it gives them an insight into why I do what I do. It gives me a deeper knowledge of how they feel and how they operate. Take Friedrich for example. She is a powerhouse unlike any in my fleet. But I know that she's a lightweight, loves music of a classical variety, and prefers to be up front with her little bulin squad getting down and dirty as opposed to being stuck in the back with the other battleships. But yet, if I hadn't been as close to her, then she probably would have been stuck in the back and unhappy." Isaac said.

"I guess that makes sense. Having a ship that tells you what she wants as opposed to forcing them into traditional roles." The sailor said as they walked down the corridor towards the brig.

"They also can't see color in the sense that I am only the commander. I'm not a black commander. I am the commander, plain and simple." Isaac said.

"Like your own slice of military paradise?" The sailor asked.

"Understatement of the year, sailor. Understatement of the year." Isaac said as they walked into the brig.

"Kommandant. You're late." Odin said.

"Sorry. Bremerton kept me held up a little longer than I expected." Isaac said with a smile.

"Looking to give out a ring, Kommandant?" Odin asked as she looked at him and the sailor.

"And marry my therapist?" Isaac asked.

"You have a point, Kommandant." Odin said as she walked over to him, allowing the sailor to catch a view of the ring on her hand.

"How is he?" Isaac asked.

"Still angry, trying to justify using Eagle's fighter." Odin said.

"Get him out of there. I have a punishment in mind." Isaac said.

Odin kissed his cheek before turning around and materializing her rigging.

"On your feet, Douglas MacArthur." Odin said as she unlocked the door to his cell.

"What, does the fake Admiral have some more bullshit to throw at me?" MacArthur said as he stepped out of his cell.

"Keep it up, and I'll find a way to have you demoted." Isaac said coldly.

"You wish you could." MacArthur spat.

"Talk to Nimitz." Isaac said as MacArthur stood face to face with him.

"I could probably drop you now if I felt like it." MacArthur said.

"If Odin didn't eviscerate you first, you'd see that I'm not some pushover, General." Isaac said.

"I'm sure having them stroke your ego makes you feel that way." MacArthur said.

"You know... I was going to just have you clean the jeep that your men gave me, especially since the bulins managed to spill a bucket of paint on the hood. But... I think due to your increased resistance and general lack of professional respect, I'll have you help Admiral Nimitz, Lieutenant Perkins, and their men. If I remember correctly, Army has collective punishment. One soldier fucks up, the whole unit pays for letting him fuck up. Well, in front of me is a soldier that fucked up. So your whole unit will join you, at least the ones here in port. Those defending the city will remain there, as that is a dangerous job as is." Isaac said.

"This is bullshit!" MacArthur said.

"I'm sure the lower enlisted sailors like..." Isaac said before he turned to the sailor that had accompanied him.

"What's your name, sailor?" Isaac asked.

"Seaman first class Witmer, sir." The sailor said with a salute.

"I'm sure sailors like Mr. Witmer here would love to take the day and mingle with the girls down in the port. Something they haven't been able to do since they have had ships to maintain. Quite a lot bigger than a few tanks and a truck or two." Isaac said.

"What are you even talking about?" MacArthur grumbled.

"You and your men will drop what they are doing, and will report to Lieutenant Perkins and Admiral Nimitz. And you will be spending the next 48 hours scrubbing, oiling, cleaning, and polishing every deck, gun, mount, and optic on the Iowa and the Missouri. And then their respective captains will be checking every single inch, ensuring that the boat is as clean and spotless as the day they launched to sea. If they find anything wrong, you will redo it, until it is right." Isaac said as he turned to Witmer.

"Go and request Perkins and Nimitz down here for me, please." Isaac said.

"Right away sir." Witmer said as he ran down the corridor.

"That is an absurd amount of work!" MacArthur said.

"I think your rank has gotten to your head a bit, General. Nobody doubts your ability to command, but you lost your humility somewhere along the chain of command. Let it be known, that I was the one to give the order to save your ass in the first place." Isaac said as Perkins and Nimitz walked into the brig with Witmer.

"You requested our presence, Admiral?" Perkins asked.

"I did. I have come up with a punishment for the General's insubordination." Isaac said.

"Let's hear it, Admiral." Nimitz said.

"The gracious General and his entire outfit here in the port have offered to give your men the next 48 hours off. They are offering to square away your ships. Clean every deck, scrub and oil every gun and mount. And polish every single optic on your vessels." Isaac said.

"That is bullshit!" MacArthur yelled.

"Well, if he is being so generous, I believe that I can give my men those 48 hours. They haven't really been off the ship much." Nimitz said.

"Well then, We'll take you up on that." Perkins said.

"Excellent." Isaac said as he turned to MacArthur.

"Go give the orders to your men, General." Isaac said.

"I refuse." MacArthur said.

"Insubordination is a serious offense, Douglas." Nimitz said as he looked at MacArthur.

"Even if he is an Admiral, we hold comparable rank!" MacArthur yelled.

"Hmm. You do have a point." Nimitz said.

"So this whole thing is bullshit!" MacArthur said as he began to walk out.

"Too bad the Navy doesn't see it that way." Nimitz said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" MacArthur asked.

"Well, Admiral Garner has a force comprised of several nations. Azur Lane is recognized world wide as a collective fighting force to attack and defend against the sirens. Do you know what that means?" Nimitz asked.

"So what? An Admiral is still comparable to a General. There was no insubordination." MacArthur said.

"So be it, but he can choose to keep you here in the Brig. You still used his resources without a proper requisition. And from what Miss Odin has told me, you gave the order to have four Kansens killed for the sake of your men. That alone is enough to strip your rank. So please, keep testing. You'll ruin your own career." Nimitz said.

"Your choice, General. Either take 48 hours of hard labor, and never touch my ships again. Or command your forces from a cell." Isaac said.

MacArthur thought for a moment before breathing a forced sigh.

"I ain't happy about it... but I'll give the order." MacArthur said as Isaac nodded.

Isaac watched as Witmer and Perkins escorted MacArthur down the Corridor.

"I know he isn't the easiest to work with. But he is one hell of a General." Nimitz said.

"I know of everything he has done for the Union. And he is a hero, without a doubt. But I couldn't let him use Eagle like that. She's my wife, and knowing how he treats them, I'll be damned if I lose my girls to him." Isaac said.

"After this, the three of us will sit down, and hammer out a proper working chain here. If we want to make this all work, we need to all be on the same page." Nimitz said.

"Aye. That I agree with. Take the day, Admiral. I have more business to attend to, namely, that English steamer out there." Isaac said.

"Agreed. Thank you." Nimitz said with a nod, which Isaac readily returned before walking out with Odin in tow.