5647. Just because Plongeur was the first mechanical submarine does not mean that all modern submarines are toilet plungers.
5647a. That means please pull Iku out of you-know-where. Don't forget she's an important asset to the fleet!
5647b. "It means diver. DIVER!" –Plongeur
5467c. And do not confuse her with the American Plungers.

"ZEPHYR!" The shout made the destroyer blink and look up from where she was talking with Fubuki about the latest round of escort runs, this set between England and Japan via the Med and Indian Ocean to see a short girl dressed in a sleeveless wetsuit and Royal Navy trousers run up and dive behind her to get away from what looked like one of the heavy cruiser girls, almost spinning her to the ground.

Sharing a look, the two destroyers sighed, wondering what new madness had occurred. "ATEN-HUP!" Fubuki snapped out, making the cruiser skid to a halt and snap into a salute, revealing her to be HMS Cornwall, one of the newer Royal Navy heavy cruisers. "What, exactly, is going on here?"

The shorter of the two new girls, still clinging to Zephyr's back poked her head up. "Cornwall managed to block the head," she shivered. "Iku and I went in to…" she blushed. "Business. And Cornwall grabbed and shoved her into the toilet, ramming her down there." She swallowed hard. "I don't want to be pushed into a toilet; I know what goes down there."

Zephyr sighed. "Cornwall, explanations?"

"Ma'am, I needed a plunger, ma'am," Cornwall snapped, still holding to ridged attention.

Fubuki blinked, several times. "Plunger? Iku? I know she's annoying but…"

"No, I think I know what happened." Zephyr sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Cornwall's a new summon, she probably knows basically zippo French so she thought that Plongeur meant plunger, probably due to someone's accent."

"How does that even work?"

Zephyr gave Fubuki a flat look. "How many times has Ooi thought someone was calling her specifically when someone's said 'oi'?" she asked before snorting. "English is the language that drags other languages into dark alleys, beats them over the head, steals just about everything they have on them and then gives them a going away present that'd make Iku proud, plus, Britain, we've got more regional accents and dialects per square mile of land than any other English speaking nation as far as I know, and that's not even getting into tech speak." She turned her attention back to Cornwall. "Okay, Cornwall, say it with me. Submarines are not plungers. Just because something sounds similar doesn't mean it's one in the same." She waited until the heavy cruiser repeated her words. "Right, one, you are coming with us to get Iku out of the loo before things get too foul in there, two you are apologising to her and helping her clean off, though no sexual stuff, and then you're on dish washing duty for the rest of our tour here. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Zephyr sighed, looking over at Fubuki. "The joys of command, huh? You want to come with and make sure Iku's not too bad off?"

Fubuki shook her head. "I'd better, if only to stop her putting a torpedo somewhere it's not supposed to go. That said, how are we reporting this incident?"

Gesturing at Cornwall to lead, Zephyr sighed again, wrapping an arm around the subgirl that had brought this to their attention. "I don't know, but I get the feeling when Plongeur finds out, she's not going to be impressed that someone was stupid enough to mix her name up with a tool to unblock the head. Maybe we ought to make Cornwall learn French at minimum, the amount of world travelling we all do." Feeling a shiver as they entered the base's toilet block, Zephyr squeezed the sub's shoulder. "It's alright, Umbra, no more heads are going down toilets." The glare she sent at Cornwall's back promised rather a lot of pain.

Several minutes later, Iku was dislodged from the 'porcelain throne' and managed to finish emptying her stomach of its contents even as she glared at the sheepish heavy cruiser across the admiral's office from her as Fubuki and Zephyr explained the situation.