Mercenary Corvette an Azur lane story

Chapter 15 | The Game

Queen Elizabeth practically purred upon taking a bite.

Y/N stood behind the serving counter. Sailors also enjoyed the cake. Standing near Y/N was the cook herself. She had an amused smirk on her face. She was in her mid forties, and had a rugged appearance with her strawberry blonde hair and pale hazel eyes. "Nice of you to help, Capt," she said in her raspy voice.

"I just needed an outlet for this disaster that my plan devolved to," said Y/N

"Fair enough," said the cook as she asked, "Think we'll win the game?"

"I know we will," said Y/N

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Y/N retired to his Stateroom. He preferred being here than in the company of the ship girls. He needed 21 additional individuals to make up his team. He had to look up how many were on a football team, and it came to 22. Getting on the Sat phone, Y/N called his fleet.

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It was now game day. And Y/N assembled his team of football players. He had his Arsenal ship as his quarterback, and Narkesses as his offense, and he and his sisters as the defense.

Like hell he was going to become Queen Elizabeth's boy toy. She now came into sight, and Y/N cringed. He and his sisters were in mutual agreement how it seemed she had a fifteen inch shell stuck up her butt 24/7 given how stuck up she was. Needless to say, it got old overnight.

"Y/N!! You have the pleasure of being defeated by yours truly." Said the girl.

"Says somebody who looks young enough to be my daughter," said Y/N.

"What did you just say to me?!"

"Excuse me, but did I stutter?"

"I'll have you know that I was commissioned in 1913," said the battleship.

"You're 19, and still look like that?!" asked Y/N in surprised exclamation.

"OUTRAGEOUS!!! PREPARE TO BE DEFEATED!!" Screeched Queen Elizabeth as she stormed off.

Soon the game started, and due to time constraints and the author hardly knowing a thing about football, and him not wanting to waste time learning about it, Y/N's team won, albeit barely. 

"This can't be," said Queen Elizabeth as she fell to her knees in disbelief.

"I demand a rematch!" Screamed Richelieu.

"Sorry, pass," said Y/N as he said, "A deal is a deal. Madagascar is now mine."

"Ugh, so be it," said the Battleship.

"Wait up!" Said Queen Elizabeth as she asked, "what did you say about Madagascar again?"

"Y/N now owns the place," said Richelieu.

"Nooo," gasped Queen Elizabeth in horror as she as she asked, "Are you meaning to say that man.....NOW HAS ACCESS TO THE INDIAN OCEAN??!!"

"Unfortunately, yes. God help us all," said the French battleship as she left as Queen Elizabeth fainted.

"My lady!" Said Belfast as she came to her queen's aid.

End Chapter.