The First Fleet (Azurlane Fanfiction)

ch. 13.1, Surprises Surprises

{thinking}
"talking"
*action*
(additional info)

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3rd POV:

Half past noon on the base. Cane followed the maid to the base's fuel depot while she tried to strike a conversation.

Curacoa: "here is our fuel depot. I hope it is sufficient"

Cane: "..h-huh? Oh right right..shells will have to be floated here by barge but other than that, this is fine..."

Cane then walked towards the fuel hoses as curacoa followed behind

Curacoa: "is there something not to your liking?"

Cane: "not that. It's just.... There seems to be a lot of idle ships in the drydocks.."

Looking to the distance, the 2 could see several ships in various stages of being incomplete.

Curacoa: "..we.. due to the increase of sirens, we have ran out of steel 2 days ago. Do not worry though, a shipment is one the way and should arrive tomorrow"

Cane looked back to the incomplete ship, examining the finer details. He knew the rust was too thick, that they had to have been out in the elements untouched for weeks or maybe a month, but he decided to think about it later. When it came to the Royal Navy maid core, he knew that if they lied, they would have a decent reason at the vary least...

Cane: "hmm, shame. Are those girls ok?"

Curacoa: "yes, they are around the base and are now waiting for the shipment of st-"

With a flash of blue light, cane summoned his ship into the seaway. Needless to say, the ship dwarfed the others within the vicinity. Cane then grabbed a fuel hose and jumped onto the water surface.

Curacoa: "eel..."

Cane them looked back and smiled at the utter shock and awe on the maid's face

Cane: *chuckle* "well... At least you know the reason for Wales's specificat-"

Cane the stopped as he realizes that the large fuel line in his hand was too short.

Curacoa: "ah, my apologize. The long hose was being repaired in the workshop. I shall fetch it for you"

Cane: "nah, It's fine, I've got it"

He then gets back onto the dock and grabs 2 mooring lines in each hand. He then begins swinging, slowly increasing in speed till they whipped the air around him. With unreal precision, he swung them towards his ship, successful hooking both on their respective mooring points. He then crouched, leaned back, and with a grunt of exertion, extended his legs, pulling his 200,000 ton ship closer to the dock.

standing slack jawed was the only appropriate reaction Curacoa could muster as the sea water that was squeezed out of the rapidly closing gap between the dock and cane's ship began raining down on her. He then stood back up and coupled the fuel line as his ship hit the rubber buffers of the dock

Cane: *sigh* "I really need to stretch before doing that. Anyway, I'll hook up all the fuel lines. Could you see if there are any ships willing to help with the shell reloading? It'd be nice to have a bit of help"

Curacoa: "o-oh, but of course. I shall see if there are any nearby" *bow*

The curacoa then left, leaving cane to his devices. Unbeknownst to everyone though, cane launched his 3 radar ospreys and made his way to his bridge. After waiting a moment for his aircraft to get into correct coordinates, he picked up his radio.