The Atlantic Ocean, 20xx.
The war between the alien Sirens and humanity has been raging for decades, with the Sirens having a seemingly unbreakable death grip of Earth's oceans.
With their advanced technology, the Sirens seemingly have the upper h...
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Admiral Lütjens is staring out of the windows down at the sea below, harsh waves and merciless winds whip across the deck, over time, the more experienced sailors got used to it, seeing it as a sort of eerie reminder that they were still in the North Atlantic.
He had been unable to sleep, the sheer unpredictability and lack of sense in the current circumstances were the things only the most terrifying of old sailor's tales could dare create. Lindemann was still likely able to sleep as he had not been out of his stateroom for a while.
Every bit of sleep was an important commodity, and a way to hopefully dream of home.
"Herr Admiral!" Came a call from one of the radar operators.
"What? What is it?" The Admiral said
"The forward radar is damaged!"
"Damaged? How damaged?" The Admiral responded
"We cannot see anything through the scope. We have been trying to fix it for the past few hours."
"Why was I not notified of this?!" The Admiral said
"It was working in a damaged state until a few moments ago, sir."
"Now all we can see is just this damned fog!" Lütjens roared, taking a quick breath before speaking again
. . .
"A man can only be pushed so far..." Lütjens growled under his breath
The unfortunate truth was that even the level-headed stone-faced Admiral was ready to give up, being transported to a different world was enough to drive most men over the edge of sanity, and it was having a toll on the mental well being of the entire crew.
Lütjens was surprised that a mutiny hadn't broken out yet, sure these sailors were not poor at their jobs, but being under attack by extraordinary forces was something from fantasy.
Lütjens figured it was because that if they did mutiny, not even they would know what to do.
The only thing that the admiral could do, was simply issue commands that he thinks are rational, and pray near-constantly in a hopes that God himself would take their ship back from this alien hell. But until then, he could do nothing but keep he and his crew alive, they were entrusted to him by the Führer himself.
"Herr Admiral! Ship sighted off of our stern!" One of the spotters said
