San Fransisco California

One by one the crew disembarked but Ryeback wasn't quite ready to leave yet. Madeline met him on the foredeck. She was in her dress whites as she had been for Captain Adams funeral at sea. Her arm had healed nicely over a few days and now the wound was hardly noticeable. "You'll be decommissioned after this?" He asked her.

"No. After having become one of the few battleships in history to sink a submarine, the navy's decided to keep me around for a little bit longer. My sister's will be joining me in service as well. Norma Jean's scheduled for recommissioning next year." She replied.

"That's good to hear."

"And you? Will you stick around?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I doubt the role of cook suits me now." He replied.

"I'd have to agree. Which is why, I used all the strings I could think of and pulled the Admiral's pants down practically to give you a new rank of Captain. If you want it that is." She said.

"And who's my first assignment?" He asked.

She tilted her head to the side. "Whoever you want it to be, sir." She replied.

"Is that an invitation?" He asked her, leaning closer.

"Mmm, perhaps it is captain. Perhaps it is." The two joined in a kiss...

...That was interrupted by Madeline's ever timely siblings. "So you nearly get killed at sea and when you finally come home instead of coming to see us, we have to come to you and find you kissing one of your sailors?" Norma Jean's tone was playful as Wilma craftily hid her camera, burying the evidence in her uniform.

"Well I didn't..."

"GROUP HUG!" Norma Jean cheered and the three glomped Madeline. Wilma climbed on her back piggyback style. Norma Jean got her in a tight hug and Irene gripped her hand wrestling style before punching her in the shoulder.

"Ow." Madeline grumbled, rubbing the spot.

"That was for scaring me to death you fat fucker!" Irene growled, pushing Norma Jean aside to embrace Madeline herself. She lifted Madeline into the air and the younger sibling, to her credit, grinned cheekily down at her.

"You look perfectly alive to me." She replied.

Irene set her down and waggled a finger in her face. "Watch it, little bitch." She warned. "You may've ended WW2, but I'm still the eldest."

"So, Captain hmm?" Norma Jean asked Ryeback.

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

"Hmm, I CALL DIBS!" She shouted.

"He was mine first, I get first call!" Missouri protested.

"I'm the eldest, I get the fucker first!"

"You?! You can't even fire your own guns without one of them exploding!"

"Why you little..."

It was all lovely ruckus and Ryeback was going to break it up but seeing the mirth in each siblings eyes he calmly walked away and down the gangplank, while the four Iowa-class battleships argued behind him.