Foreword
So I'm like in my room watching one piece and like I'm like the powers in one piece would no diff the shit you see in real life, but what about I just teleport ww2 ships to one piece how they would survive I know devil fruits and haki and I like one piece but ngl that's only like some people hold that power but, probably shit you see in ww2 would surprise and shock people in one piece since one they use since they use coal, diesel fuel and also they're made of steel. For this story we are going to use America since if I put in other nations that I don't understand story becomes more clusterfucked as it goes on, sorry no Yamato, Hood or Bismarck Iowa and Essex all the way Please note that actual numbers and historical figures wouldn't be present since that makes things more complicated since I have to accurately depict them, historically depicting objects is easier than human beings. And also I want to put my favorite American ships including ships that don't exactly fit the timeline like said destroyer on the Atlantic blah blah Or like Des Moines or Worcester being in the story I want my favorite ships in the story. I play too much world of warships and war thunder
But I bring you one war We start our story during the trip back to San Francisco And in one piece it's during the 2 year timeskip
(Warning American propaganda as it should be)
October 2nd 1945 240 nautical miles from Hawaii
The first fleet, with the USS New Jersey as its flagship and led by Admiral Scott Duncan Hazard, was ordered by Nimitz to return to California. The fleet was tasked with escorting the 7th, 9th, and 12th Marine Divisions going back home, along with several other vessels. Dressed in his standard-issue tan khaki officer uniform, Admiral Scott Duncan Hazard oversaw the fleet from the USS New Jersey as they sailed through the Pacific.
"Sir, our destroyers report a storm rolling in, 50 miles out, bearing 326 degrees, with an estimated arrival time of 0900 local time," an intelligence officer reported.
"Can we avoid it?" Hazard questioned.
"No, sir. But the reports indicate that this storm is... purple." He replied gaining confusion from the Admiral.
"What do you mean it's purple?" "They're describing it as purple based on visual observations."
"Damn it..." Hazard muttered, stepping outside the bridge to see the unusual sight for himself: a purple storm heading straight toward them.
"Prepare for the storm!" he commanded.
"All hands, initiate storm procedures!" Another officer blared out. The fleet quickly moved to secure the ships, storing all ammunition and bringing sailors inside. As this was happening, Hazard returned to his quarters and sat at his desk, opening a letter from his parents.
"Dear Scott, our son, you're serving well, but please find yourself a wife you can call home...Ah, damn it. This again? The 17th time this month," Scott grumbled before an officer burst into his quarters.
"Sir, you need to see this!" "What is it?" Hazard asked putting down his letter.
"The storm..." "What the hell is going on?!" A sailor yelled from outside. Scott rushed back to the bridge with the officer, where he witnessed something extraordinary: the storm enveloped his fleet in a purple haze. Glancing port side, he saw the USS Wisconsin turn purple and begin to fade away.
"Communications are down! We can't reach Hawaii for help!" At the same time, Scott watched as the USS Alaska vanished into the night, fading from existence. He immediately started issuing orders.
"Get us out of this damn storm!"
"We can't! Something's happening!" the helmsman yelled, struggling as the steering and throttle moved on their own, making it impossible to turn or slow down.
"Oh, God..." Scott muttered, staring at his hand as it, too, began to fade away along with the rest of the USS New Jersey.
"Sir, what do we do?!" Scott hesitated. "I don't know," he finally admitted. The rest of the fleet—cruisers, destroyers, submarines, support craft, carriers, and marine transports—also began disappearing into the storm. Scott closed his eyes, bracing for whatever came next as hundreds more ships vanished.
East Blue Sea Dawn Island Goa Kingdom, the village of Foosha 0400 hours after the storm
The sound of crying still echoed through Partys Bar as the owner, Makino, continued to comfort her loyal customer, Dadan. Dadan was still grieving over Ace's death, even though it had been over a month since he passed away. Just a week ago, she had unleashed her anger on Garp, beating him senseless for not preventing Ace's demise.
"It's been a month, Dadan," Makino gently reminded her.
"I know... but Ace is gone forever! I raised him, and Garp did nothing! He chose his job over family! Ahhhh!" Dadan wailed, hurling a crate that hit one of her bandit members.
"Damn, she's been like this since Ace died," one of the bandits muttered.
"It's like..."
"VrrrrrRRRRMMMM... VrrrrrRRRRMMMM... VrrrrrRRRRMMMM..."
"What's that?" someone asked, cutting him off.
"Chugga-chugga-chugga... VROOOOM... Chugga-chugga-chugga... VROOOOM..."
Everyone in the bar heard the strange sounds outside. Makino and her patrons stepped out and saw a strange object in the sky. It looked like a metal bird, with wings and a tail, making a distinctive noise as it flew around. The object descended lower and lower, heading toward an open farm field not far from Makino's bar, and then it landed.
"Rmmmmmm... rmmmm... rmmm... rmmmm..." The machine came to a stop, and people began to emerge from its doors, holding what looked like firearms. Makino and the others cautiously approached the field where the blue-uniformed men were talking.
"Well, this seems like a good spot to reassess our situation," one of them said.
"Uh...hello there!" Makino greeted them.
"Hi, nice to meet you. We're with the US Navy. Could you tell us where we are exactly?" asked one of the uniformed men, leaving Makino confused.
"US? Is that a kingdom?" she asked, unsure of who the US were.
"You've never heard of the United States of America? 48 states, 5 territories, the biggest fleet in the world?"
"No," she replied. "I'm telling you, Gary, we're not in Kansas anymore. If this lady here doesn't know what the United States is, then that storm really did something special."
"Well, I can tell you that you're in Foosha Village, in the Gao Kingdom, on Dawn Island."
"Hmmm... yeah, that's new. Tell John to inform the fleet," the officer instructed.
"Got it." One of the men walked back into the strange metal bird. As Gary walked back, Makino couldn't help but stare at the machine. It had wings like a bird but also strange blades at the front—two sets of them—and it was made entirely of metal.
"Excuse me... can you tell me what that is?" Makino asked.
"This is our PBY Catalina. We call it Big Daddy."
"And Big Daddy here spotted a lot of Japs." Another uniformed man added.
"Shut it, they probably don't know any of that terminology. Ahem, sorry about that. Do you have a map?" He asked.
"I don't, but you might try asking our village mayor, Wood Slap," she replied, making the US Navy officers exchange puzzled looks.
"What in goddarn tarnation calls their child Wood Slap?" one asked, puzzled by the strange name.
"We already saw a giant sea monster. A weird name isn't that far-fetched," another officer, presumably the leader, said.
"What in the marines is going on here?!" Wood Slap approached the group, walking angrily toward the plane with his cane. "There's some big metal bird here!" one of the children exclaimed as Wood Slap approached the leader.
"Who are you?" "Lieutenant Evan Quagcorre of the US Navy. Mr. Slap, I'm the pilot of this craft. We were tasked by our superiors to find land."
"And who are your superiors?" "Admiral..." Quagcorre started, causing the villagers to freeze in place.
"Gasp!"
"What?"
"You with the Marines?"
"No, sir, US Navy. In other words, the United States of America. We're with them," Quagcorre clarified.
"Impossible. There are no kingdoms with admirals—only the World Government has admirals," Makino explained.
"This place is different... but just to clarify, ma'am, we are the United States of America: 48 states united under one flag. We are not a monarchy, dictatorship, or oligarchy. We are a republic."
"Ehhh? What's a republic?" Dadan questioned.
"A republic is a government where the people rule. They elect leaders based on the citizens' preferences through a process we call voting. These leaders also follow rules to maintain a balance of power between the leaders and civilians, ensuring no one can seize power for themselves. So, instead of a king or queen, we have a President and a First Lady, along with many other positions."
"Oh... that sounds interesting. So, in other words, you're a nation?"
"If you want to be specific, yes."
"Hmmm, I do have an extra map. Let me go get it," Wood Slap said, walking away toward the village's small town hall while many of the villagers, particularly the children, eagerly watched the plane. They clearly wanted to fly.
"Can I fly?"
"Ooh ooh, me, me!"
"Children, please, this is US Navy property, and...we cannot waste fuel."
"Aww, but I want to fly!"
The US Navy officers were not well-prepared to deal with civilians and children, having been at sea for so long. These civilians were asking questions like what a metal bird was and how it could fly. To answer those questions, the crew of the Catalina turned to the flight engineer, Petty Officer 1st Class Kevin Allister.
"Oh, come on!" Kevin exclaimed, poking his head out of the engine bay.
"Explaining a plane is simple."
"Yeah, but you're the flight engineer." One of the crewmates pointed out.
"Piss off." Kevin replied.
"Alright... US Navy, I have a map of the East and South Blue. It's a bit old, but I'm sure you can use it to navigate," Wood Slap announced, handing the map to Evan, who then passed it to Ensign Gary, the navigator, who was immediately intrigued by it.
"What's this Grand Line?"
"It's the place everyone wants to go—lots of pirates and the Navy. But you have to go through Reverse Mountain to enter it, and you need a Log Pose too. All the islands have these strange magnetic fields that make traditional compasses useless," a knowledgeable villager added.
"Why through Reverse Mountain?"
"Haven't you heard? The Calm Belt is impossible to cross—full of Sea Kings and no wind."
"Not a problem. We don't use sails anyway. Thank you, Mr. Slap. Alright, boys, load up! We need to inform the fleet!" Evan ordered.
"All of you, back up! It's going to be loud!" one of the gunners shouted before closing the door. Soon, the engines on the Catalina roared to life with a massive boom, and the propellers began spinning, creating enough noise to disperse the villagers.
"Chug-chug-chug... VrrrrRRRRMMMM!"
But even so, many were amazed as the craft taxied to the end of the field before speeding down and taking off into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. "Well, that was interesting," Makino admitted, still surprised to see the PBY Catalina take flight.
"I still wonder who this United States is," Dadan said. "Me too," Makino replied.
American 1st Fleet 4 days and 0800 hours after the storm
In the command room of the USS New Jersey Admiral Hazard had gathered all his remaining commanders, including the commander of the Marine Corps who had been present during the storm. They were there to reassess their dire situation. Even with a full load of ammunition and fuel from their supply ships, it was clear their supplies would only last another three to four weeks. The fleet needed to find a new home—and fast. If not, they would be dead in the water forever. Multiple pictures were spread out before them, displaying images of the surrounding area: sea monsters, sailboats of various sizes, and most concerning of all, musket-powered weapons. It was clear they were in a world of hurt.
"Right, so where are we? The middle of nowhere, that's where. We saw a fucking sea monster attack us, and reports from our scout planes indicate that the majority of this world uses sail-powered technology," Jack Bavery, the commanding officer of the New Jersey, remarked. "
This suggests we're on a different planet," another officer said, pointing to a map on the wall. "And this map seems to confirm it."
"We're in the East Blue, from what we've gathered. This sea isn't resource-abundant, so we might need to travel to the other Blues, the Calm Belt, or the Grand Line to find an island we can call home until we figure out how to find that storm and get back home."
"And the probability of finding that storm again is very low," another officer added.
"So what do we do?" Major General David Smider asked, his voice tense. "We're trapped on this godforsaken planet, with little chance of getting home." "We ration our supplies, and we find an island to hunker down on," Hazard replied calmly.
"We have the supplies to build a base; we just need to find an island suitable for our needs. For now, I suggest we start searching. An ideal island isn't going to pop up out of nowhere."
"Yes, Admiral," Smider acknowledged.
"We sail westward. Dawn Island and the Goa Kingdom don't have suitable places for our entire fleet to take refuge. The locals on other islands we've considered have turned us away. We'll head to the Conomi Islands—they look large enough. And if you encounter pirates or any sea monsters, you're clear to open fire, but ration our ammunition as much as possible. In addition, I want the USS Alaska and a squadron of cruisers to take the vanguard. Rear Admiral Koby will take command of our forward defense perimeter."
"Understood, Admiral," Koby replied.
"Dismissed." The commanders filed out of the room. Hazard followed them to the bridge, watching as officers from the port and starboard sides boarded small speedboats, heading to their respective ships. Within ten minutes, four destroyers, eight heavy cruisers, and the USS Alaska started their engines and moved ahead of the fleet, forming the vanguard. The rest of the fleet followed, keeping twenty miles behind. But trouble awaited them, as did the rise of the US Navy in this strange new world. As the ships moved out, Commander Bavery glanced up and asked, "Sir, what are we going to do with the USS Vanguard?"
Hazard looked up, following Bavery's gaze to the ZR-8 USS Vanguard, a Triumphant-class, 1,000-foot-long flying aircraft carrier an airship. It carried Grumman F8FP Hellcat parasite fighters, Grumman TBMP Avenger torpedo bombers, Curtiss SCP Seahawk observation craft, and Curtiss SB2CP Helldivers, essentially the air wing of an Essex class carrier.
"We already have her in tow, Commander, but honestly, I almost forgot we had her. We only brought her over to Tokyo to celebrate the surrender," Hazard admitted. Hazard knew how obscure ships like the Vanguard were. Carrier airships had never been particularly effective, and this one had been built right after the US entered the war. It might even be the last airship the US ever built. But in this new world, a ship like the Vanguard could be a significant asset.
"Maybe I can do something with that airship," Hazard mused aloud.
"I still remember when the Army laughed at us for commissioning outdated technology, especially when the last airship was lost in a storm," Bavery chuckled. "But this airship has a runway, 8 inch guns and a whole lot of anti air." "Eh, fuck them—they're not here anyway. Besides, this airship is going to help us here more than it ever could back home," Hazard said.
Marine 16th Branch 1200 hours after the storm
Captain Nezumi, notorious for his corruption, had somehow managed to maintain his rank despite being beaten by the Straw Hats long ago. His ambition and opportunism remained as strong as ever, even though his lack of promotion was a direct result of his widespread dishonesty.
"That Straw Hat still escaped after facing the wrath of the three admirals," Nezumi reminisced, a bitter tone in his voice.
"But Captain, Ace is dead!" a marine reminded him, referring to the Marineford War that had occurred just under a month ago.
"Yeah, Ace is dead! That'll show Straw Hat Luffy not to mess with the Marines! Chi Chi Chi Chi!" Nezumi exclaimed with twisted satisfaction.
"Now, we head to Cocoyashi to demand taxes!"
"Yeahhh!" his crew cheered in unison. "And with no Straw Hats around, no one will stop us!" Nezumi declared triumphantly.
"Uh, sir?" a marine called out, hesitation in his voice.
"What?!" Nezumi snapped.
"There's something on the horizon, port side," the lookout reported. Nezumi walked over to the side of his ship and peered out at the approaching fleet—thirteen ships in total. At first, he wasn't worried; he had around twenty ships at his command. But these ships were different. They were made of metal, had no masts or sails, and were puffing out black smoke. Their flags were unfamiliar—one in particular stood out: it had red stripes with a section in the top left corner, housing many little white stars on a blue background. It was a flag unlike any he had seen, yet it looked like it belonged to a powerful kingdom. Nezumi immediately issued orders.
"Intercept those ships!"
"Sir..." the helmsman hesitated.
"Do it! I want to see what these ships are! Left full rudder!" Nezumi commanded.
Meanwhile, on the USS Alaska, Rear Admiral Koby received reports that the radar had picked up some contacts. Without aerial reconnaissance since their seaplane is grounded at the moment, they couldn't be sure what kind of ships these were, but now they saw them heading straight for the fleet. Clearly, these were military vessels, not pirates or civilians. The ships were from the age of sail, and they looked like they'd come straight out of the Civil War.
"Sir, those marine ships are coming towards us," an officer reported clearly seeing the marine title on the sails.
"Well, we need directions. Hold your fire," Koby ordered, letting the twenty marine ships approach. The leader of the fleet was now face-to-face with the other ships, a hundred yards away—close enough for Koby to speak to them. "But tell our gunnery officer to start loading HE."
"Roger that, sir."
"This is the Marines! Identify yourselves!" a man in a mouse-eared Marine hat shouted at Koby through a snail-powered megaphone.
"United States Navy. Who are you?" Koby replied, using the ship's PA system. "We are the Marines, the World Government's police! I demand you hand over your ship and all belongings!"
The crew of the Alaska burst into laughter, but Koby remained quiet, studying the ships. The Marine vessels had hulls painted a greenish-blue, possibly to deter barnacles, and they were armed with cannonball turrets and three large masts. Despite their laughter, Koby stayed cautious and accepted a megaphone from a sailor.
"World Government? I'm sorry, but this is US Navy property," Koby responded.
"Are you with a kingdom?" Nezumi questioned.
"We are a republic, you blue bastards!" one of the AA gunners shouted back.
"Yeah, fuck you! We're the US!" another sailor chimed in.
"Kingdom or not, you are subject to Marine law and maritime taxes! Pay now, or your ship will be seized!" Nezumi blared out. "
We don't have any local money, though," the Alaska's Captain Victor Patterson noted.
"I'll handle this, Captain," Koby assured him.
"We don't have any money!" Koby called out through the PA system.
"Then prepare to be boarded and fired upon! All ships, prepare to fire!" Nezumi ordered.
"Really?" Koby asked, almost amused.
"Sir..." Patterson cautioned. "Just wait, Captain. Those cannonballs aren't piercing 230mm thick belt armor," Koby assured him. "Fire!"
Nezumi commanded. Moments later, a stream of cannonballs hurtled toward the Alaska and the other cruisers. Most splashed harmlessly into the water, missing their marks by mere feet. But a few struck the Alaska, only to bounce off its thick armor, causing minor dents that could easily be repaired. The Marines were stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"Ehhh! No damage?!"
"Only a few dents?!"
"What even is this?!" Nezumi watched in horror as his entire fleet's attack amounted to nothing. The largest ship in the opposing fleet, the Alaska, turned all its main guns—impossibly large, rotating cannons—toward him. These guns were ten times bigger than any Marine weapon, even by battleship standards. "Oh no..." Nezumi whispered, dread settling in.
"Guns loaded, sir! HE is armed and ready!" the Alaska's gunnery officer reported. "Open fire," Koby commanded. Below deck, the salvo alarm blared, signaling the sailors to pull the trigger.
"Fire!"
"HE out!"
The Alaska unleashed a devastating salvo of 12-inch high-explosive shells. The roar was deafening, causing the Marines to recoil and cover their ears. The shells hit Nezumi's ship all at once, blowing it sky high. The secondary explosions, from the ammunition onboard, ripped through the fleet, destroying the Marine vessels in a single salvo.
"Well, that was certainly a sight," Koby remarked as he stepped outside, watching the smoke billow from the Alaska's cannons.
Meanwhile, the destroyers moved in to survey the area, picking up any Marine stragglers. It seemed that the Marine captain with the mouse hat had gone down with his ship. The destroyer crews began interrogating the surviving Marines, pointing M1 Garands and M1911 pistols at them. One Marine Vice-Captain was brought aboard the USS Alaska to face Koby.
"Talk, you piece of shit!" one of the armed sailors yelled, punching the Marine in the face.
"Gah! We were just ordered to seize your ships over some hypothetical tax our captain made up. He wanted your ship, too," the Marine confessed.
"For what?" Koby asked. "Because it was shiny and made of metal..." the Marine trailed off.
Sigh
"Alright, take him to the brig and seize their base," Koby ordered.
"Right away, Rear Admiral." "HUHHH?! Rear Admiral?!" the Marine exclaimed before being dragged away by the sailors. "Shut up before I throw you off the ship, you piece of shit," one of the armed sailors growled at the Marine. "So mean..." the Marine muttered. "Go fuck yourself!" "Ahead three-quarters. Continue forward!" Captain Patterson ordered as the sailors left the bridge.
"Aye, sir. Ahead three-quarters!" The small fleet started its engines once more, placing all the captured Marines into the brig.
Meanwhile, two heavy cruisers and two destroyers went ahead to seize the 16th Branch base, forcing the remaining Marines there to surrender. They seized anything that could help the fleet—navigational tools, maps, and other valuable items—and brought them directly to the fleet. Koby then headed to a nearby village, Cocoyashi, reported by the Alaska's SC Seahawk observation seaplane. The village had a dock large enough for the Alaska to barely fit, but not the rest of the fleet. However, to the east of the village, there was a destroyed theme park with an opening large enough to accommodate the majority of the fleet. "Sound the horns," Patterson ordered as the ship approached the village.
"Aye, sir."
"HOOOOOOONK...HOOOOOOONK...HOOOOOOONK... HOOOOOOONK..."
Four blasts of the Alaska's horn echoed across the sea, reaching the village. The villagers turned toward the sound, their eyes widening as they saw the massive ships on the horizon.
To be continued