Bridge, Battleship Kirishima
CMDR Ashigari, XO, enters the red light of Kirishima's heart and soul quietly, as he is always wont to do
For a minute, whilst he lets his eyes adjust, he takes in the bridge, the men in it.
LT Hara, standing relaxed, but undoubtably in charge beside the young helmsman. There are quiet murmers between the two,
Ht Hara, undoubtably taking this quiet time to improve the young seamens knowledge.
SMN ito has been with Kirishima nearly 12 months now, but there is always something to learn
The lookouts are at their stations, alert, bent slightly at the massive binoculars. There have been rumours of a new allied weapon, British, a thing called Radar. Damned if he knew what that meant, or could do.
He, Ashigari would always prefer Japanese MK 1 eye ball to anything.......
The assistant OOW is bent over the chart, plotting. Even with Kirishima in the heart of this massive fleet,
one must never trust another's plotting. Never.
Other than that, the bridge is empty, and quiet.
He moves in, moves to the FWD windscreen, stares ahead.
The moon is half tonight, enough for the bUKA's to see them, but to be able to hide too. A devil of a situation.
Still, the screen is thick, and he has confidence in it.
Kirishima follows Hiryu tonight. Ashigari like Hiryu. A true greyhound of a ship. If ships are designed to go fast, let them
Kirishima, of course goes fast. Engines, that funny little man, has never let them down. How he does it....
But he does.
Ashigari's thoughts turn away from the ships about him. The war, so far, appears to go to plan
Malaya falling quickly
14th Army entering Manilla
And now 16th Army finally getting under way
But in his bones, Ashigari knows this Kirishima's fate, Japans fate, does not rest here in these conquests.
Somewhere in the Pacific, The decisive battle.
It must come
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt