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I smiled as the bottle hit the hull. The champagne splashed on the smooth iron hull of the HMS Hood. Grand Admiral Churchill leaned over and whispered, “Now do take care of her. You have the first iron ship in the world, and England would like to see her last.” I tried to reply, a hush fell over the crowd gathered on the pier as Queen Elizabeth walked up to the podium. She was rarely seen outside of Buckingham Palace since last month’s assignation attempt on her.
“This is a proud day for England, she began, now within a few months our naval will be the most powerful in the world. This “ironclad” as the newspapers called it, is a forerunner of what the futures navy will look like. No shot can piece its hull, and its cannons are the largest made to date. This ship is the future!!” Cheering and applause can from the crowd. “Only the best will serve on her, starting with Captain James Montgomery!”
I stood up and waved to the crowd. Another thunderous applause came from the crowd.
“Captain. The ship is yours.” Elizabeth said.
“Thank you, my Queen.”
I turned and walked up the stairs to the bridge. “She ready to go?” I asked my first mate.
“She has been ready since they laid her keel,” he said smiling.
“Forward 1 / 4, rudder starboard!”
“Aye!”
The helmsman spun the wheel and the engine room sprung to life. I slight shudder went through the ship as the twin screws started rotating. I turned and looked at the turret with the twin 20-inch cannons. I reached for the voice tube next to me.
“Turret! Target Battery Island. To salvos on my command.” I watch it start to turn toward the island at the mouth of the harbor used for target practice.
“Fire!”
Bboooom!!! The two guns fire almost simultaneously; two huge explosions rocked the small island. Louder still though was the roaring crowd.
.:2 months later:.
After my initial tour of England in the Hood I was promoted to Commodore, commanding a small fleet of five ironclads. I was asked if I had any ideas about a captain for the Hood. I requested Captain John Reynolds. Reynolds was a very good captain, though he was much more skilled with sailing ships, I was supremely confident that he could adapt to the Hood. After supplying and with the 4th fleet in tow, I set out of show the flag in the Persian Gulf.
The Persian Gulf was named for the culture that controlled most of the world before a massive alliance of France, Russia, England, and Germany destroyed their last city in 243AD. Now the mainland of Persia is split up between England, Russia, and German, with England’s and Germany’s holdings reduced in the last Anglo-Russo War, 300 years ago. Now, once again the Russians are massing troops on her border with England.
I stood in the pilothouse on the HMS Hood looking at the German city of Bonn off in the distance. Glancing over at a chart hanging on the wall, I ordered, “ Helm 4 degrees to starboard.” As the ship came to the right a long line of dark clouds on the horizon became visible. “That looks bad,” I muttered to no one in particular. “Captain the fleet is yours. I am going below to take a nap, do not wake me for anything short of a giant squid.”
Grinning, the Captain nodded.
I jolted awake to find the Hood diving into the trough of a thirty-foot wave. Peering through my porthole I tried to see the rest of the fleet but my eyes couldn’t see through the pouring rain. Throwing my some cloths took off for the bridge.
“Captain, how long has this storm be going on?”
“Only about thirty minutes, sir. It does seem to be breaking up, it’s a lot calmer than it was before.”
“You mean it was worse than this?!?!”
“Just a little. Nothing to get worried over.”
“John, you do realize that a frigate can stay afloat in this weather while a ironclad doesn’t have much chance.”
“Sir, I was worried at first but nothing happened so I relaxed.”
“Well, we can only hope we didn’t lose one of the others.”
I smiled as the bottle hit the hull. The champagne splashed on the smooth iron hull of the HMS Hood. Grand Admiral Churchill leaned over and whispered, “Now do take care of her. You have the first iron ship in the world, and England would like to see her last.” I tried to reply, a hush fell over the crowd gathered on the pier as Queen Elizabeth walked up to the podium. She was rarely seen outside of Buckingham Palace since last month’s assignation attempt on her.
“This is a proud day for England, she began, now within a few months our naval will be the most powerful in the world. This “ironclad” as the newspapers called it, is a forerunner of what the futures navy will look like. No shot can piece its hull, and its cannons are the largest made to date. This ship is the future!!” Cheering and applause can from the crowd. “Only the best will serve on her, starting with Captain James Montgomery!”
I stood up and waved to the crowd. Another thunderous applause came from the crowd.
“Captain. The ship is yours.” Elizabeth said.
“Thank you, my Queen.”
I turned and walked up the stairs to the bridge. “She ready to go?” I asked my first mate.
“She has been ready since they laid her keel,” he said smiling.
“Forward 1 / 4, rudder starboard!”
“Aye!”
The helmsman spun the wheel and the engine room sprung to life. I slight shudder went through the ship as the twin screws started rotating. I turned and looked at the turret with the twin 20-inch cannons. I reached for the voice tube next to me.
“Turret! Target Battery Island. To salvos on my command.” I watch it start to turn toward the island at the mouth of the harbor used for target practice.
“Fire!”
Bboooom!!! The two guns fire almost simultaneously; two huge explosions rocked the small island. Louder still though was the roaring crowd.
.:2 months later:.
After my initial tour of England in the Hood I was promoted to Commodore, commanding a small fleet of five ironclads. I was asked if I had any ideas about a captain for the Hood. I requested Captain John Reynolds. Reynolds was a very good captain, though he was much more skilled with sailing ships, I was supremely confident that he could adapt to the Hood. After supplying and with the 4th fleet in tow, I set out of show the flag in the Persian Gulf.
The Persian Gulf was named for the culture that controlled most of the world before a massive alliance of France, Russia, England, and Germany destroyed their last city in 243AD. Now the mainland of Persia is split up between England, Russia, and German, with England’s and Germany’s holdings reduced in the last Anglo-Russo War, 300 years ago. Now, once again the Russians are massing troops on her border with England.
I stood in the pilothouse on the HMS Hood looking at the German city of Bonn off in the distance. Glancing over at a chart hanging on the wall, I ordered, “ Helm 4 degrees to starboard.” As the ship came to the right a long line of dark clouds on the horizon became visible. “That looks bad,” I muttered to no one in particular. “Captain the fleet is yours. I am going below to take a nap, do not wake me for anything short of a giant squid.”
Grinning, the Captain nodded.
I jolted awake to find the Hood diving into the trough of a thirty-foot wave. Peering through my porthole I tried to see the rest of the fleet but my eyes couldn’t see through the pouring rain. Throwing my some cloths took off for the bridge.
“Captain, how long has this storm be going on?”
“Only about thirty minutes, sir. It does seem to be breaking up, it’s a lot calmer than it was before.”
“You mean it was worse than this?!?!”
“Just a little. Nothing to get worried over.”
“John, you do realize that a frigate can stay afloat in this weather while a ironclad doesn’t have much chance.”
“Sir, I was worried at first but nothing happened so I relaxed.”
“Well, we can only hope we didn’t lose one of the others.”
I can't wait to read more!
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