The Hood we all know and love is dead. Long live Hood!
Hood has died (yet again) at the hands of Bismark but this time, something magical happens. Instead of merely sinking to the bottom of the sea, she's reborn as...an Iron Blood girl??? How will t...
I fight against the urge to return for the others as Z23 and I continue to flee the ambush. Lightning flashes all around us as what seems like the world's strongest freak storm suddenly forms around us, the dark and ominous clouds rolling in father than the thunder they bring.
Z23: We must get to the shore!
BOOOOOOM!!!!
Water jets into the air between us indicating that we're being fired at. Without slowing, I fire a return volley blindly over the horizon before grabbing Z23's hand and pulling her closer. Swerving hard to the right, I barely manage to get out of the way before yet another volley lands where we'd once been.
Me: See if you can see their spotter aircraft.
Z23: In this weather?
Me: Their fire is too accurate for-
BOOOOOOM!!!
This time it lands right before us but we still push through, momentarily getting separated by the waves before returning to one another.
Glancing behind me, I can faintly make out the outlines of figures on the horizon against the flashing lightning. I aim and open fire before repositioning myself once more.
Z23: Planes!
Her AA guns open fire as she releases my hands to get between the incoming aircraft and me. As we once again separate, however, I find myself staring up at a massive wave. I barely manage to scream a warning before something hits me in the back sending me face-first into the incoming wall of sea water.
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Uggghh...my head.
Sitting up I'm surprised to find myself in bed. Was it all just a dream?
Me: Z23?
There's some shuffling outside the room during which I finally realise that this isn't the room I've gotten so accustomed to. No, this is my old room from the Royal Navy which means...
Elizabeth: HOOD!
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Sigh...
How disappointing.
Elizabeth: Hood! What's with that face? Didn't you miss me?
Me: Why am I here?
She seems surprised by my bluntness but I am far too tired to continue playing this child's game anymore. My days of running around behind her like a little dog are over. I refuse to be her pet.
Elizabeth: What did they do to you?
When I don't respond, her childish demeanour shifts to that of a more cold, heartless being.
Elizabeth: Answer me!
Me: Are you done?
Elizabeth: What?
Me: Just tell me, am I your prisoner now or am I free to go?
She seems mortified by the very thought and as her loud outbursts continue to draw more eyes, the others share her sentiments.
Elizabeth: How could you say something like that?
Me: What? Stopping acting stupid. We're enemies. You've captured me. There are only three ways this plays out. Either you keep me as your prisoner, you release me or you execute me.
Elizabeth: E-e-e-exucute you?
She goes pale at the mention of it but where she fails, the others step up stating that I've gone too far. Elizabeth faints in Warspite's arms, Belfast and the others rushing to her aid. Drake eyes me menacingly but surprisingly doesn't attack. Seeing them all withdraw from the room, I lie back in bed.
