The First Fleet (Azurlane Fanfiction)

ch. 15, Cold Blood

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

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??? POV: north eastern passage

I was sent to the Arctic to serve as a defence, to fight against enemys trying to pass the North, yet my guns did not fired even once in the longest time. no Sirens, no enemys, just the lonesome howl of the Arctic wind, at least until recently. 2 days ago, the monotony of this untouched place was broken with my first battle. It was quick, however I was happy with the change. Then more came. Then more and more showed themselves throughout the night until today.

I may have not been able to partake in my usual slumber, however it seems the many oncoming sirens have come to ensure my soon eternal sleep. I wonder if this is what happens when you wish for something you never wanted in the first place, if this is the results of simple luck or my hubris... Alas, that doesn't matter anymore. I have fought for as long as I could and it seems today shall be my last.
I now lie here in the snow, rigging battered, body bruised, Waiting for the fate that awaits me

*BOOM* *BOOM*

Yet it never came. Distant cannon fire once again echo against the icebergs around me, however the shell from the source fell like hail towards my would be executioners. my attackers then took their attention away from me and began to defend themselves against the source to no avail.

*BOOM* *BOOM*

With a faint whistle that sored through the sky, sinking 16 out of the 31 I wasn't able to finish off. The 15 ships left may have reached my country, however i managed to stop them by firing at the leading destroyer, eliminating it and blocking the path of the rest. the 14 then slowed down to aim their guns at me, but the final shells came and sunk the a last of the threats. My rigging then fell limp onto the icy ground as my consciousness slowly drifted into darkness. The last thing I saw was my saviour revealing themselves from behind a distant glacier

I wake up in a bed in an unfamiliar place. It seemed similar to the medical wards within Ironblood so I assume it was so. My body was sore and my rigging creeked but I managed to sit my self up.

???1: "du bist immer noch verletzt!"
(you're still hurt!)

Without hesitation I turned and aimed my rigging at the unfamiliar voice. He looked to be a young boy with blond hair. He wore what looked to be one of our Capitan's uniforms, however it was dusty and seemed to be of an older era, as if it had been in a box unkept for years.

???1: "Ich bin freundlich! Ich bin nicht hier, um dich zu verletzen!
(I am friendly! I'm not here to hurt you!)

I looked to his face to see a mixture of fear and honesty. I am not the smartest, but I am at least sure that this child is speaking the truth. I then let my rigging down and let the painful effects of my sudden jerk roll through my body

???: "Wer bist du und wo bin ich?"
(who are you and where am i?)

Simbirsk: "Ich bin Simbirsk, Sie sind auf dem Schiff meines Kommandanten. wir sind derjenige, der dir geholfen hat"
(I am Simbirsk, you are on my commander's ship. we are the one who helped you)

???: "Wer ist dein Kommandant?"
(who is your commander?)

???2: "Ich bin sein Kommandant"
(I'm his commander)

A man, taller than the room's doorframe, slowly lumbered in. He wore the uniform and face of our enemy's alie so I quickly aimed my cannons again, despite the pain. Still, he seemed unfazed at the threat. he simply walked past me and sat at a nearby chair while his cheek brushed my gun barrel