Rule 8456. Fairy fight club is hereby banned, especially as we've discovered that HMS Kenya is in the possession of a certain fairy.

Deep within one of the supply buildings, away from the prying eyes of Admiral Collingwood, a group of shipgirls gathered around a makeshift fight ring, only on a smaller scale; Kenya mentally fought to keep her facial emotions in check, she couldn't let anyone know what she had planned, or her plan would fail out of the gate.

"So Kenya, ready to lose again!?" Centurion teased as she noticed her presence, Kenya mentally cringed at the memories of her last fight she'd put a fairy in, he was still in her sickbay and the fight had been 3 weeks ago.

"No, I've actually got a new candidate for this match, what have you got for me?" Kenya replied, keeping an optimistic expression on her face, she couldn't fail now, she had lost too much money since discovering Fairy fight club, she had to make some money back at least, but this plan was going to make her a lot more money than she'd lost.

"Well as your late, I've only got a 3 on 1 match for you, hope your sick bays ready" Centurion answered as Kenya made a sighing sound, this was usually the worst option as the fights went, which was why no one wanted to be the last one here, at least until Kenya had discovered her secret weapon, which was why she had been the last one there deliberately.

"I guess if that's all there is, I'll take it" Kenya replied, faking the disappointment in her voice, she wasn't going to need her sick bay for this match.

"That's the spirit, just remember all weapons are allowed except firearms, that's the only rule of fairy fight club, well after the 'nobody talks about fight club' rule" Centurion reminded her as she moved to take her position as the commentator, Kenya mentally smiled, her fairy didn't need guns.

Hours went past as the fairies duked it out, to the unobservant the whole event looked like a cockfight, but the faires were all willing participants and not being forced into it what so ever, and faires were impossible to kill, even if they took a direct hit from a shell, all that happened was that they ended up in the shipgirls medical bay until they recovered; finally though the match Kenya had been waiting for all night came up.

"Ok Girls, last match of the night, and you know what that means" Centurion announced, as the ring was cleared of the carnage of the previous match, the shipgirls gathered all grinned, apart from Kenya who was still keeping up her act "Its time for the 3 on 1, and today's lucky victim is a rookie candidate from our very own Kenya, whose name is..." Centurion trailed off as she looked up Kenya's fighter's detail for his name, "Jack, pretty common name if you ask me, but that's not what matters, what matters is that we get this party started!" She shouted as the three fighters Kenya's was pitted against were placed down in the ring all from Centurion herself, a pair of stokers with a wrench each, and a marine with a knife.

"Ok people 2/1 on Centurions 3, 100/1 on Kenya's boy, place your bets, girls!" HMS Cumberland announced as the spectators began putting their money on Centurions fighters, Kenya didn't have to though, she'd already put the last of her money on her fighter, most had figured she'd lost it, but Kenya knew something they didn't, "Alright betting is now closed, Kenya put your guy in, and lets get this over with" Cumberland finally announced, Kenya simply nodded before placing her fighter in the ring, the fairy in question wore a khaki uniform, but this one was differnt namely in the fact he was currently playing a set of bagpipes, Kenya could only smile at the confused faces around her, this was going to be fun.

"Hey Hey?" The marine fairy asked sounding very confused, normally their usual opponents cowered in fear or tried to run, but this fairy was just standing there playing bagpipes and showing no fear whatsoever, it was confusing to say the least, fortunately, Kenya was on hand to clear up any confusion.

"Meet Jack, or to give him his more famous name, Mad Jack Churchill!" Kenya explained as everyone present paled, they knew where this was heading, "Speaking of which, get em Jack" she ordered.

"DEESSSUUUU!" Jack screamed as he threw down his back pipes and charged, his famous broadsword held firmly in hand.

Much violence ensued.