Chapter 2

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-Mary's Point-Of-View-

-August 10th, 2021- (77 years after the Second Battle of Guam)

-Azur Lanes base (Island Guam)-

As the sun began to filter through my bedroom curtains, I stirred from my slumber, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. It had been one month since my rescue from the Somali pirates and my assumption of command at Azur Lanes. In that time, my daughters and I had thrown ourselves into our duties, supporting missions in the Global War on Terrorism and conducting anti-piracy operations with unwavering determination.

Despite our busy schedules, my daughters always made sure to check in on me, their concern a silent reminder of the trauma we had endured together. Recognizing their need for reassurance, my daughter Belfast had taken on the role of my secretary, ensuring that someone was always there to watch over me, with her sisters walking from time to time when they had nightmares as if have just watched their mother pass away.

As I reflected on the events of the past month, Belfast entered the room with a warm smile, carrying a tray laden with coffee, pancakes, and a newspaper. Setting the tray down on the table, she enveloped me in a hug, her comforting presence a soothing balm to my soul, "Good morning, Mother," Belfast greeted me softly. "I'll get the shower ready and your admiral uniform prepared. Take your time eating; your morning is free today."

With a grateful smile, I nodded and watched as Belfast disappeared into the connected bathroom, her gentle demeanor easing any lingering anxiety. Savoring the warmth of the coffee and the comfort of my daughter's presence, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would face them with the unwavering support of my beloved daughters by my side.

-3rd Person Point of View-

As Mary savored her pancakes and perused the newspaper, a particular article caught her attention. With a smile, she called out to Belfast, who was busy preparing the bathroom, "Bel, have you read the main article in the newspaper?" Mary inquired, her curiosity piqued, Belfast walked right back to the room, shaking her head and saying "No, Mother, I haven't had a chance. I was focused on making breakfast for you," she replied.

Mary chuckled softly and read aloud from the newspaper with a smile on her face, "On this day, one month has passed since the dramatic rescue of the Mother of Ship Girls, Mary, from the hands of Somali pirates by an elite coalition of American forces. The daring operation, which saw collaboration between the 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta (Delta Force), Naval Special Warfare Development Group (SEAL Team Six), 1st Special Forces Command (Airborne), and the 75th Ranger Regiment, was supported by an impressive array of military hardware, including 3 F/A-18E Super Hornets, 2 F-35C Lightning II stealth fighters, and 5 Sikorsky MH-60L Black Hawks, along with 2 MH-6MJ Little Birds from the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Night Stalkers).

A total of 66 men and 10 of Mary's daughters, who are notable members of the Eagle Union part of Azur Lane, participated in the operation. These daughters included Enterprise, Yorktown, Hornet, New Jersey, South Dakota, Baltimore, Bremerton, Reno, San Diego, St. Louis, Mullany, and Charles Ausburne. The successful rescue mission was a testament to their bravery and dedication."

A smile still on her face Mary turns the newspaper to Balfest which shows the headline, which features a photo of herself standing proudly alongside the President of the United States hand in hand with members of Azur Lane behind the President of the United States smiles on their faces, all them are surrounded by Mary daughters who are cheering with the Head Line saying "MOTHER OF SHIP GIRLS IS NOW THE COMMANDER OF HER DAUGHTERS"

Belfast's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "I thought there were reporters there at the time! It seems they took the photo after you agreed to be our commander, we all definitely didn't stop smiling for a whole while after that," she remarked with a grin.

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