A New Mexico-Class Battleship Somewhere Else

His Mind In Darkness

After re-reading what I put in this chapter. I went and changed it to better flow with how I want this story to go.

"Where the hell am I?"

"I was just in the conning tower, Where the Fuck am I now?"

Mississippi floated around while talking in the empty space around him.

"Hello!"

Nothing.

"Huh."

Looking around, he sees nothing but darkness.

"Seems to be an empty space of darkness..."

He then looks down at his chest and sees that he's glowing.

"Why am I glowing?"

Only for the glow to disappear.

"Weird. But I can't really do anything about it."

A few minutes pass...

"Wonder if I'm completely in the dark here."

Turning around he sees a strange object on a rectangular wooden desk facing him.

"Maybe that's what I need to go to."

He tries swimming to the table....

He tries even harder...

While getting nowhere to even try and touching the table he curses at it.

"SHIT IN ALL HELL,"

"LET"

"ME"

"GET"

"TO"

"YOU"

"DAMNIT!"

As soon as he had insulted the table, the table started moving towards him.

"Oh"

And it starts to pick up speed.

"Ok, that's fast enough. You can slow down now."

And keeps speeding up...

And up...

"Ah..."

"Shi-"

Before getting hit in the stomach by the table.

"OW-"

The table stopped moving and caused him to slowly drift away from the table's attack.

"Ok-..."

"Good Note..."

"...Don't..."

"...insult a table..."

"...That's actually alive."

The table begins moving towards him.

"God No-"

"Not round 2, No thank you!"

It stops in front of him.

"Huh?"

He hesitates before grabbing the table to hold on.

The object on the table somehow flips open and a white background is seen.

"What the-"

His battleship (1945 configuration) appears on the screen of the object for 1 second.

"Why is my-"

Before the background immediately blacks out on it.

"What-"