Just after the clash with the Siren warships.
Fregattenkapitän Hans Oels, the Bismarck's XO or Executive Officer, the primary assistant to the captain was tasked with managing the ship and the crew,
Right now, he was below decks, attempting to make contact with the damage control teams below deck.
Underneath the seven inch thick armored deck, were labyrinths upon labyrinths of hallways and stairways to the bottom decks.
Executive officer Oels eventually made it down into the very bottom of the vessel,
The damage control teams, however, were light on work.
There didn't seem to be any damage needing to be fixed, which was strange, because Oels had seen multiple beams make contact with the ship,
The technologically advanced weapons should've made it through the belt armor, right?
Or was the layers of metal too much?
Oels then decided to take a look at the exterior of the ship, and began making his way to the deck.
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On the top deck, two sailor were lowered over the sides using a platform held up by pulleys, and was usually used for repainting the vessel in different camouflage schemes,
"Herr Fregattenkapitän! I think found some of the damage!" One of the sailors said, inspecting the side.
"Well, what does it look like? How big is it?" Oels responded.
"Well, it looks like someone burnt a part of the ship, it's hasn't gone through." One of the sailors said.
Oels eventually lowered himself over the side to inspect it himself.
It was not the largest thing, but it looked certainly like something tried to melt through the hull.
However, the belt armor was thick enough to withstand the impact of Battleship-caliber shells, and, judging by the impact here, it failed to make any damage.
*SPOOOSH!
The battleship hit a small wave, crashing against the hull.
Oels was immediately soaked,
Cringing by the horribly cold sensation of freezing water hitting his skin, he hesitated for a bit...
He then looked down at his uniform,
Soaked, completely,
And, there was oil in the water as well,
A deathly reminder that his warship was still leaking oil after the fight against Hood and Prince of Wales in the Denmark strait.
Oels looked behind the vessel,
The wake left behind a small trail of oil, the inky blackness of the liquid contrasting the water around it.
He couldn't help but think that the oil rapidly leaking would surely have immediate consequences, especially if there wasn't a way to refuel nearby.
Being trapped in the Atlantic is a very dangerous situation, if they ended up running out of fuel, especially with all of those alien ships lurking in the waters.
He had to bring the attention of the oil problem to the Captain, as fast as possible.
"Herr Fregattenkapitän Oels! The damage control teams have inspected the interior, there's no visible signs of damage! They are running checkups on the boilers, as we speak sir!" A sailor said, pulling the platform back up to the deck's surface
"Good, but I'm afraid that there's something worse then battle damage to worry about." Oels said,
As he strides off towards the deck, he overheard some sailors talking, and keeping their heads down suspiciously.
"Hey, what is all of this commotion about!" The XO said.
The sailors snapped around after realizing who said that.
"Uh, there's b-been a rumor floating around, Herr Fregattenkäptian,"
"About what?" The XO huffed.
"There's been sightings of a blonde haired woman on board the ship, everyone says she is quite the attractive one...." The sailor said.
The XO huffed,
"How drunk is the person you heard it from?..." the XO said.
"Hmm......" the sailor said, trailing off.
The XO then strayed off, with more important things to do then listen to ridiculous fantasies of homesick sailors.
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Meanwhile...
*BOOM
*BOOM!
*BOOOM!
*BOOM!
Bismarck immediately opened fire with the AA gun,
Her aim was pretty good, and she ended up hitting her target,
The humanoid siren was ripped down by the shells, leaving a stunned Z23.
Z23 stared at the source of the gunfire.
Only to find Bismarck on the gun, the barrel smoking
Z23 blinked a little,
"Bismarck?!" She said in downright confusion,
She immediately attempted to follow the giant ship,
It was moving at a constant speed of around twenty knots, and, despite Z23's riggings being damaged, she managed to catch up.
"Bismarck! Holy- how did you survive?" Z23 said, arriving within a few meters of the hull,
The large amount of foamy white water splashing around making it hard to yell up the side.
"I don't exactly know!" Bismarck shouted, her head peering downwards,
Z23 attempted to climb up the side of the ship,
But the sides were both smooth and steep, as well as being slippery wet,
She fell off, and managed to stay on her feet, only just balancing.
"Bismarck help me up!" She shouted,
But then,
"HALT!" A voice yelled.
Three sailors with guns appeared on the deck.
All pointed right at Bismarck.
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