Legends

Chapter 45~ Beer, Sake, and Dammit Wisky!

With the Brits needing more carriers to cover their asses, it was very quickly decided that Enterprise and Yorktown would stay in the Atlantic. That was just fine with the two as despite how well they had adjusted to the modern times (must be their natural born background), Yorktown was still a little jumpy around the Japanese kanmusu and Enterprise hadn't shaken her habit of pulling out her bow on the other ships.

With the addition of a handful of destroyers, including Cassin Young, as well as Alaska's division, Admiral Briggs felt safe in returning Williams' fleet to him. Especially since the Iowa's and the two Yamato's present had managed to eat nearly half the base's stocks this morning.

The flight would be an agonizing 15 hours as, with the standards holding the line in Hawaii, the fast battleships and their escorts would be heading straight to Yokosuka. Akagi and her bunch would return to Sasebo. After several handouts of buckets, both planes landed safely.

An hour of sleeping off the jetlag and getting their sealegs back and the entire fleet was in the mess hall which had thankfully just received fresh supplies in the latest convoy. Musashi and Jersey walked in side by side and other than an ice cold glare sent by the latter for Missouri's timely cat call, nothing further was shared.

And then, simultaneously their radars picked up an unmistakable signature. New Jersey had seen it before but Wisconsin and Missouri had not. And given the former's interest in all things Japanese, New Jersey considered that a good thing. But all good things had to come to an end eventually.

"Onee-samma!" "YAMATO!" Musashi and Wisconsin cried simultaneously.

By virtue of her yeet speed rush, Wisconsin reached the class namesake first. "Ohayo gozaimusu! Watashi wa uuchu senkan Wisconsin dess."

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT WISKY!!" Missouri yelled, chasing after her.

New Jersey was tempted to follow her but this situation required Missouri's diplomatic skills so she decided that a drink would be perfect right about now. By the time she returned, carrying beers, a bottle of burbon, and two jugs of sake, her sister had the situation mostly under control. Missouri was attempting to explain the particulars of one Japanese anime to a very confused Yamato while simultaneously attempting to fend off Wisconsin who was doing her best to wrap herself around "her sempai's" waist and not let go.

New Jersey set her tray down on the table and circled around behind Wisconsin, grabbing her by the ear. "Ow! Jersey!" She complained.

"No, nope! You are not starting this now." New Jersey replied. "You can fucking fawn later."

"Aww finnneee!" Wisconsin pouted while Missouri just palmed her face.