—Ocotober 26th, 1942.—
My work is done, I'm being scrapped. They tried to preserve me but at least I fought well in these last few decades, from Santiago to the Boxer Rebellion. I hear that they've now made battleships larger and better than Dreadnoughts, I don't think they'll last though. Air power's strong and not even the most powerful of guns can match a well placed bomb or torpedo. My memory shall live in though, I hear that my mast will be used to dedicate the fallen from the Spanish-American War.
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The Ship of Old
FanfictionWhen a battle is going south near the Sakuran Empire's southern border, what happens when a veteran ship with amnesia and a thirst for flesh appears as a final hope? Join us as we embark on USS Oregon's final assignment: "Protect waters from Sirens...
