"So.... This is the Bismarck from your world?" Z23 said.
"Yes it is, pretty cool right?" Daniel said,
"Uh, yeah....
This was commissioned in the 1940's, right?" Z23 said.
"Correct, deadliest ship of his time." Daniel said.
"His?" Z23 said.
"Yup, Bismarck is refreshed to as a he,
Captain Ernst Lindemann decided to refer to it as a male because he deemed this ship to be too powerful to be called a female." Daniel said.
"Why is Bismarck a girl then if her namesake ship was male?" Z23 said.
"Well, in my world he's male" Daniel said,
Daniel then snapped, moving his head around,
"What is it?" Z23 said.
"Bismarck! She's still on this ship!
Can't believe I forgot!" Daniel shouted.
"What kind of friend does that?" He thought to himself.
Daniel went to go inside the bowels of the ship,
Z23 attempted to follow,
But then,
*klunk!
Her rigging got stuck on the doorway,
"I-It's fine, I can manage!" She said.
She moved herself to the side, and wedged herself into the narrow metal corridors.
It was hard hobbling down the rows and rows of stairs without your already damaged rigging trying to get stuck on everything.
"Stop!" Daniel said all of a sudden,
Z23, without thinking, froze on the stairs.
"W-what?!" She yelled to Daniel, still trying to balance on one foot.
Daniel paused for a little bit.
"They're going this way!" Daniel shouted.
Daniel took off like an Olympic sprinter
"Who's going this way!?" Z23 said.
"Bismarck I think, and whoever's going along with her!" Daniel said.
Z23 couldn't help but notice that the red cube in his pocket was glowing once again, this time brighter.
"Well wait up!" Z23 said.
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Captain Lütjens looked through the bridge windows,
The rain turned thick, with heavy sheets of rain pouring down in all directions,
The waves were quite tall, but nothing that the mighty Bismarck couldn't handle.
The proud vessel made way through the ocean at a steady speed of about fifteen knots.
One of the doors to the bridge opened.
"A moment Herr Käptain!" The XO said.
Captain Lindemann turned around.
The XO was sitting there, motioning him to come over,
"Keep a lookout on the horizon!" Captain Lindemann said.
"Aye Captain!" A sailor on the bridge said.
Captain Lindemann got into a small room with a map on the table,
XO Oels walked in, followed by the prisoner.
The prisoner was sat at the other side of the small table, with the map in the middle.
She seemed to sink a little, almost like she figured out just now what she was facing.
That being the captain of this steel monster.
She lost her composure for a slight moment, and then tried to regain it.
"Guten Tag Captain, I am Bismarck, and commander of the Iron Blood fleet." She said, her voice attempting not to shake.
Bismarck was a last name, so Captain Lindemann didn't think about it that much
"Käptian Zur See Ernst Lindemann, Captian of the Kriegsmarine Battleship, Bismarck" he responded
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"You claimed to have knowledge of nearby ports we could dock at?" The Captain said.
"O-oh yes" She said, her voice trembling a small amount.
She looked down at the map on the table, which was covered in all kinds of implements for tracking and plotting of the Battleship's movements
There were red lines drawn where the battleship had already gone, such as through the Denmark strait, and multiple sectors covering the entire Atlantic Ocean,
She tried to look wee they currently were, to see what areas were near them,
According to them, they had left from the Arctic, and had made their way into the Atlantic, where they hoped to turn for a port at a city called Brest.
But they had only just recently left the Arctic Ocean,
On the way up, Bismarck could actually see the oil leaking from the ship,
It stained the ocean behind it, like a long black tail across the water
Bismarck knew, that the only way how they possibly accepted her help, was because the situation was dire.
Since they had set a course to the East, trying to get back to their port, however, this ship had placed themselves at an extremely far distance from where they actually were,
Bismarck had only sunk Hood a little while ago, and with the warship's current Eastern course, they had swung in the gap underneath the territories of Iceland and above the Royal isles, putting them within ample strike distance,
(The course Bismarck was originally on)
(The Course it has now ended up taking)
The only hope for the pride of the Ironblood now, was to run for the closest port,
"Here" Bismarck said, pointing at the map,
"Hamburg?" Captain Lindemann said.
"There seems to have been an error in your course plotting, we're right in between the Royal isles and the Icelandic territories, we need to move as fast as possible, and make it over the isles and straight down towards Hamburg...
..there the ship can be resupplied." Bismarck said.
Captain Lindemann was slightly impressed,
So far, the prisoner had been much more cooperative than anticipated...
The door burst open.
"Herr Käptian! Smoke on the horizon! Bearing four zero degrees off bow!" A sailor shouted,
And almost without a second to spare, Lindemann got up from his chair.
He got onto the outside balcony on the bridge, and put up his binoculars,
A Destroyer!
A friendly? or an enemy?
(A/N What do you think it is?)