In the Mist

Convoy Interception

I first regain consciousness, I was drifting.. Floating in the middle of the ocean. No map to guide me, no sense of direction. Though, floating is the wrong word- I was submerged. I feel like I should be gasping for Oxygen, but I wasn't. I was perfectly fine.. Light didn't shine down, though I could see. Sure, a dark blue-tint in my vision.. But I could use my eyes, swim normally, but what I found most intriguing is that I didn't feel drag. My eyes shot open, I looked around, I was floating. Looking down, I saw sand. I attempted to swim down, succeeding easily. Not sure why I needed to attempt. Sand jetocined it a circular direction as I came down, looking to my right I saw a hulking vessel, from what angle I saw, 2 guns were scattered on it's Right. I saw something catch my eye, as I crouch down to pick it up.
A gun.
Unsure what a gun was doing at extreme depths like this, but I presume it must've come down with the vessel from the rust and coral on it. I look back up. Still pitch black. I walk over to the bow of the vessel, wiping a bit off it's front. I saw the word, " KMSS, (Y/N) " I read in my mind.. KMSS...

I remember, I remember....

I was leading ahead, proud of my task. behind me was the idol I admired, the female I praised. Lady Bismarck.
Prinz Eugen would've been suited for this task, though as she was dispatched to escort the new Bismarck-Class vessel, KMS Sigismund, through Royal Navy Waters- I was chosen to aid the convoy. New, fresh out of Drydock, just like the girl behind me.
I saw something, at first attempting to not understand it, but my curiosity got the best of me- " Lady Bismarck.. Do you register those two vessels in the distance? " She tilted her head, her eyes demonstrating her unbothered and ambitious glare. " Registered, Royal Navy. " I begin to rotate my turrets, she scowls " Imbecile! I have not given permission to engage nor have I given permission to fire! " I'm scared by her words, slightly, as I disengage my turrets. She exhales, calming herself- Regaining her authority.

Though, I begin to grit my teeth as I see the gunfire of the two Vessels, as they approach from the mist, I begin to make out the shapes. King George the 5th,

 and the pride of the Royal Navy...

The Mighty Hood

Jets of water emerge upward off my port side, " Lady Bismarck, not that I question your authority- But I must insist we engage! " " No such thing shall occur, ( Y/N ). " She raises her right hand to me in disapproval, I can't help but hang my jaw, but I close my gaze into a nervous smirk as I face the two British Vessels. " B-Bismarck? Anytime~ " I'm cut off by another stream of water emerging from the surface " ( Y/N ), Hold back no longer! I will not have a Vessel under the Kriegsmarine be shot out from under my ass! Main and secondary guns, open fire! " Bismarck yells out unleashing a barrage of shells upon Hood, I spin my guns around, swooping the water with my hand as I turn then making a finger gun, squinted my left eye, in a reflex, I dawn a smirk and say in confidence- " Bang. "

My main guns fire, a wall of flames erupt from their barrels; My secondary gun's shells ripple through the smoke of my main, carrying it as they tear through the air- the might of the atmosphere cannot constrain the might of the gun. " I have you in checkmate- King George V! " She stares at me, frustrated. " I'm sorry, I am the Prince of Wales. you must've mistaken me for my sister- " " I retaliate, even more irritated " I COULD GIVE NO LESS SHITS! YOU SISTERS ALL LOOK THE SAME TO ME- FIRE AGAIN DAMMIT! " My guns unleashed another salvo, the first one finally hitting the Prince of Wales, smoke arose from her main super structure. Another from her deck, and finally as the one of the guns is blown of from my salvo, with this I can-
" Aaagh! " Hood yelled in pain, I turn my attention from Prince of Wales to the vessel behind her- as an deafening explosion arose to the sky, it could blind the eye. A minor shockwave set a wave splashing against all of our hulls, flame erupted from her barrels and portholes, her Fire Control center rippled of her Super Structure, and her main guns A and C now in the air spinning around- On a collision course with the surface of the water. Her funnels no longer exerted smoke, but now fire. " HOOD! " Prince of Wales, well, wales for their falling comrade. " T-This immense firepower.. H-how- " " You will not understand, British filth. We have been discarded and tainted, mistreated and broken. " Bismarck fixed her hat, continuing her speech as Hood slips beneath the waves. " I bid you farewell, Hood. But heed these words, There is no Beginning, there is no End. There is no good, there is no bad. The words are just sounds, but sounds can bring scars. Only once you realise the meaning of what it means to have honor, only then will you be able to decide what is right or wrong. " Bismarck turns her attention to me, from the edge of my vision, I see Hood fire one last shot from turret B, though it splashes into the water. " Disengage. Let one tell the tale- We must continue the Mission. " I nod, returning my gaze in front of me. Prince of Wales escapes, and I am in the lead of an ambitious task, some might deem it an easy win.. Those who say that, they know nothing of what it means to be a ship.

I return to walking below the ocean floor, I've been collecting sea shells for the majority of my time, placing the collection below my registry, which the bow of the ship was nailed into the sea floor, hunching over in comparison to the back. Speaking of which- I've never gone to the back of the vessel during my time down here. Maybe I'll do that later. 
I proceed to walk to one of the guns, 2 Barrels were detached from the one I was looking at- They must've ripped off from the ride down. I look up, darkness. I look to my right, Darkness. I look to my left...

Darkness.

I was truly alone down here- sure the one or the other shark.. But that hardly counts as social interaction. I then feel my skin.. I feel... I feel rust, Holes- Holes from what I presume to be Shells. What happened, when was I caught up in a conflict so damaging to me that I can't even remember how I got down here...

I guess the one thing I can do is try to talk to crabs, and find more seashells.