The First Fleet (Azurlane Fanfiction)

ch. 12, Rough Loyalty

{thinking}
"talking"
*action*
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[TIME SKIP: a few days]

Curacoa POV: Quaqtaq base

It was a bright and cold day at the base as always. Together with my sister, we stood on the snow covered roof of our barracks. We waited patiently as we observed the odd preparations we set up this morning. In accordance to the instructions given by her majesty Monarch, we cleared a large circle, approximately 30 feet in diameter, after which we marked the circle with a H in the center.

The purpose of this still eludes us, but that is not a reason to refuse a order, especially one this simple.

Curacoa: "are the refreshments ready, lew?"

Curlew: "yes sister. as well as the 4 beds that her majesty Howe asked for"

Curacoa: "I must say, this is quite odd. I never heard of an aircraft that can land on such a small roof. what do you think of it, lew?"

Curlew: "there have been rumors that a new warship has found it's way to Eagle Union's Pacific Base, so it might be from that. however the abilities of said ship are quite fantastical, in my opinion"

Curacoa: "I see. Well, it seems we do not have to wait any longer for an answer"

Looking to the west, we see a single plane on the horizon, quickly coming towards our position. From what I could see of it, it was grey, larger than a carrier plane, and had very large propellers. Infact, I question it's ability to land at all, given that the propellers extend from the wings and reach below the aircraft.

As it reached the base, we were surprised when we saw the plane's propellers turn upward, causing it to hover slowly onto the circle we made. As we approached, a door on the rear open, letting Belfast, and 3 Eagle Union ships to walk out. 2 of the girls did look a bit nauseous.

Curacoa: "Belfast, it is quite nice to see you again. How have you been?"

Belfast: "i-it has been well, ma'am! It is a pleasure for me to meet my instructor once more"

Curacoa: "good to hear. Now, help Curlew get the little ones downstairs. I was told that there would be someone who would like to talk to her majesty?"

Belfast: "ah! Y-yes, my apologize" *cough* "Sir Hurricane?"

A young looking man then came out of the rear of the aircraft. He was tall, had light grey hair, and sported several bandags on his body. I then walked closer and bowed.

Curacoa: "good noon, sir. I am HMS Curacoa, former head maid of Royal Navy's maid core. To whom I owe the pleasure of speaking too?"

Cane: "ah, I'm USS Hurricane, flagship and capital ship of first fleet. Wales has called ahead, right?"

Curacoa: "yes, unfortunately we lack a dock that can accommodate the dimensions requested. That being said, the seaway in front of the fuel depot should have plenty of room"

Cane: "current depth?"

Curacoa: "hmm, given that it has not been dredge out in a few months, it should be within 40 to 45 feet"

Cane: "alright, that should be fine. If you don't mind, would it be ok if you lead me there please?"

Curacoa: "nothing would please my pride as a maid more than to be of use. This way, please"

Hmm.. he holds himself in a confident manner, talks in straight forward way, and even remembers to be polite... Hehe... It seems her majesty has lost the wager. I wonder what will she do with him...