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See- I told ya'll I'd get a piece of writing out before summer ends!
This came to be after a long night of playing Battlestations: Pacific. All the characters however, are names that originated in my head. I haven't written in a while, so I may be a bit rusty. constructive criticism is always good!
WARNING: DOES CONTAIN BABYFUR ELEMENTS.
I may just write a sequel... if school isn't difficult this year.
Naval Maneuvers
The water conditions were nominal- and there was not a single cloud in the sky. A brilliant sunrise illuminated the metallic surfaces of our small fleet. Four Fletcher-class destroyers sat in a box formation around the single Northampton-class heavy cruiser, our flagship. We had been underway for about as long as I remember, surely I would have had a memory of us leaving port- but strangely I didn’t.
The view from the flagship was stunning, having a cramped bunk right next to a porthole, I could see the magnificent gleaming white horizon. Just one of the advantages of a life at sea…
“Ensigns! Get up! You didn’t join the Navy to sleep, did you?” The lovely sound of the boatswain making his way through the bunkhouse to rouse us from slumber.
“Wakey wakey…” He said as he shone a bright flashlight into my eyes. “Ensign August- maybe you can help wake the rest of your ‘friends.’”
“Yes sir, Boatswain Anderson!” I groggily replied, feet hitting the deck.
“HEY! WAKE UP!” A gallery of eyes turned towards me, most in anger that I disturbed their beauty sleep.
“Jeez August, why do you have to be such a kiss-ass sometimes?” My bunkmate jumped down to join me. Everyone else got up and started going about their routines. Anderson walked out, and I leaned over to comment
“’Cause if I don’t do it, for all I know he’ll throw me overboard”
“He hates you that much?”
“I damaged his ego”
While washing my face in the bathroom, (referred to as the ’head’ for the rest of this short story) I thought of all I had to do today. Stand on deck watching for threats. How fun. I walked outside to my station after grabbing a pair of binoculars
The sun rose a bit more in the sky, bringing it my level of boredom.
“Report, Mr. August?” Carver, another one of my bunkmates tapped my shoulder, giving me a breakfast sandwich.
“Hey, thanks man- I missed breakfast”
“You gotta realize you can’t do your job all day”
“Who else is going to be looking for threats? The captains’ on the bridge all day, but he’s usually too busy ordering everyone else around. Someone could take the glorious opportunity to shell the hell out of us”
“August- with four destroyers surrounding one of the finest ships in the fleet, no one’s going to take a-”
“Then what the hell is that?” I looked on the horizon. Five ships with some sort of camouflage paint scheme were suddenly in a place that I previously searched. “How- just how? They weren’t there when I looked last time! I just looked away for a minute at most!”
“Maybe they’re friendlies?” Carver squinted as best he could.
A few sudden ‘pops,’ followed by large splashes off of our bow made both of us think differently.
“Uhh…” I froze up. “Carver- should we tell the Captain about this?” Alarm klaxons began sounding on our ship, and I swore I could faintly hear some from our neighboring ships. Carver turned around and sprinted full speed towards the bridge while I looked closer at our new company.
“Calling all hands, General Quarters- All hands, report to battle stations” The captain’s voice rang out over the PA. Almost automatically I began running to my post until I was stopped by an old friend.
“Just where are you going, Ensign August?” Boatswain Anderson. Just who I wanted to run into this fine morning.
“Uhh- battle stations?”
“Nuh uh. Captain said he wanted the guy who was watching for hostiles to make a full identification of them before he went running to join his compatriots- Now can you tell me what ships they were? Gun calibre, height of bridge…” He kept rambling on while I peered at the ships, which now seemed to be going broadside. I noticed that two of the ships had all of their guns, four large ones, on the front.
“Sir- what’s the ship with four guns on the front? Looks like a cruiser…”
“Tone class. If I remember correctly”
“Uh huh- we’ve got two of them, the rest look like destroyers- Fubuki class, it looks like” I handed off the binoculars to Anderson as he looked onward. When he removed the binoculars, his eyes were about as big as dinner plates.
“Big guns. You. Battle station. NOW!” He stammered. We sprinted down the deck as the next salvo arrived, hitting closer and nearly causing me to wet my pants. I climbed up the steps to the bridge where Captain Marshall was quietly yet intensely giving out orders.
“Captain Marshall, sir!” Anderson panted. “Two Tone class cruisers, three Fubuki destroyers-”
“Thank you for the intel, Boatswain- make sure everyone’s at their battle stations and make it quick- I’ve ordered a firing solution on that lead ship. Ensign- where are you supposed to be?” The captain stared me in the face.
“Uh- uh” I was supposed to be on damage control in times like this, but until then, I had to keep what I was doing beforehand. “Damage control, sir”
“Good” Another salvo erupted forth from the hostile fleet. One unlucky destroyer was caught in the fire.
“This is the destroyer Bannon! We’re hit! Compartments one through six are flooding- We’re going down! All crew to-” The radio cut out. Captain Anderson shouted into his PA:
“Gimmie a firing solution on that lead cruiser now! We just lost a ship!”
I could see the guns rotate into position.
“Fire”
The explosions from our guns took me by surprise. Our first salvo made a direct hit on the lead vessel, colorful smoke pouring from breached bulkheads. She began listing to her port side. Scratch one hostile.
“Captain- she’s going down”
“Excellent work boys-” A ‘revenge salvo’ cut him off, One shell landing on the bow where I once stood, another one landing square on our engine room.
“Report!” Captain Marshall shouted into his PA.
“Sir! Compartment 14 is flooding, Bilge pumps have that covered- The engine room’s ablaze!” The captain turned to me.
“Well Ensign, looks like you have a battle station- Get down there and put out that fire or we’re screwed!” Following my orders, I ran down off of the bridge, through the sleeping quarters, and down a deck to the engine room. Four other crewmen were down there with fire extinguishers.
“Fire extinguisher, where?” I was pointed to one sitting in the corner. Following the instructions on the thing, I was soon fighting the inferno with my comrades. After about a minute or two, the fire was out, but the engines were melted.
“So who wants to tell the captain that the fire’s out?” One crewman turned to me. “As well as the engine!” He finished. I noticed that four pairs of eyes were suddenly upon me. I got the clue immediately and started up the staircase. When I reached the sleeping quarters…
SPLASH!!!
A very big splash. My first assumption was that it was a shell, but when I looked out a porthole, a wall of water told me otherwise. I quickly ran to the nearest door, shutting it and locking it into its watertight position.
“ALL HANDS! BRACE FOR IMPACT!” I heard the Captain say immediately. But by then, it was too late. The wall of water hit the side of the ship, drenching the deck and causing windows to shatter. The ship began to list heavily, I fell backwards onto a bunk as gallons upon gallons of water pummeled me. Alarm bells kept ringing all throughout the ship.
When I was able to right myself, I could sense the distinct taste of chlorine in my mouth. I could still feel it as I ran up to the bridge for a status report. The sight I came upon was surprising, shattered windows and crewmen were strewn about. The captain was still on the bridge, albeit without his cap, tending to the wounded.
“Uhh-”
“No Ensign, I have no idea what that was! Talk to the other ships- maybe they know! GET A CORPSMAN UP HERE! STAT!” Captain Marshall leaned out the window to an assembling mass of crewmen on the deck. Following orders I put on a pair of headphones.
“Uhh… this is Ensign August on the Northampton calling anyone out there… do you guys know what happened?”
Silence. Then, a single radio message.
“Northampton, this is the Gulliver, We have no idea what happened, but we took some damage too- our engines are out, can you assist?”
“Gulliver- Our engines are out, sorry, but we can’t help you- are you being fired at right now?”
“No sir- but we have something to report… the enemy fleet- it’s gone”
“Gone? You mean like sinking, right?”
“No sir- it’s just gone. No trace of them anywhere!” In response to this I looked on the horizon. The fleet that was just there pounding us previously had vanished into thin air.
“Hold on a sec- we see something” The line went out for a second. “WHAT IS THAT!?” A panicked voice sounded. I could hear more screaming before the sound of rushing water cut off communication.
“Someone look for the Gulliver!” I shouted. Someone scanned the sea for it, but the results were inconclusive. Another search for the enemy fleet turned up nothing.
“They must have sunk in that wave” Captain Marshall spoke up.
“Yes sir, but that doesn’t explain why the Gulliver suddenly went missing.”
“We’ve got two ships beside us left- damn it Ensign- ask them!”
Following the Captain’s orders, I hopped back on the console only to have my ears almost blown out.
“Northampton! We just witnessed the Gulliver go down! There was some huge grey… thing! We’re gonna go next! I know it!” Another panicked voice.
“This is the Northampton, Who is this?” I asked.
“We’re the destroyer Caine, sir and we’re thinking we need to get out of here now!”
“Caine- hold on- Lemmie talk to my captain first” I turned to Captain Marshall who was shaking his head.
“He says no”
“Are you serious? No way- we’re getting out of formation now- Set flank speed!”
My captain grabbed the handset from my head.
“Caine- this is Captain Marshall of the Northampton- I am ordering you to cease your actions immediately lest we court marshal you for dereliction of duty later!”
“Screw. You. Sir.” Was the only response back. He removed the headphones and put them back on my head.
“Caine- I think he-”
“Oh god- OH GOD! WHAT IS THAT? EVASIVE! NOW!” Panic. Again.
Captain Marshall got on his PA. “Someone on the stern tell me what the hell is happening to the Caine! NOW!”
“Uhh sir-” A voice replied. “Looks like two giant grey… arms?”
“AHH! HELP! MAYDAY! AHH-” The radio link cut out.
“Sir- we-”
“Those arms are gone sir- problem is, so is the Caine” The crewman replied again. “That leaves us and the Stevens”
“Thank you” Captain Marshall turned off the PA before he flung a clipboard through a broken window.
“Sir?”
“Tell the Stevens to close with us now- we aren’t losing another ship on my watch!” The captain stormed off of the bridge, leaving me alone.
“Stevens, this is the Northampton, my captain is ordering you to tighten what’s left of the formation”
Silence.
“Stevens- this is Northampton, do you copy?”
Silence again.
“Stevens- do you read?”
The boatswain ran onto the bridge.
“Ensign- the Stevens is gone”
“What?”
“Two arms- or something came up and grabbed it”
“How come we didn’t see anything?”
“To be fully honest, I have no idea”
“Come on Anderson-”
“Sir- not my last name”
“I’m not really caring at the moment- sir” I grunted. “We’re alone out in the middle of a massive body of water- we just lost three destroyers to some… thing! And an entire hostile force vanished without a trace!” I put down my headset and headed down to the bow. Anderson followed after me.
“Hey- since you’re done, can’t you do something useful, like fix the engines?”
“The en-” I was cut off. A disturbed patch of water suddenly ruptured, and a wave shook the ship knocking both of us to the deck. I noticed that there was a shadow around us instead of the sun.
“Huh… that’s…” I turned around. The sight I saw shocked me.
An arm over much of the bow. Following it, I noticed that the arm wasn’t belonging to the fearsome Kraken, a giant albino octopus or even Cthulu…
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“Hiya wittle toys!” Young Rainier Wolfesberg had just turned two today, the little husky deciding to play with some toy boats in a massive pool they shared with a neighbor. He looked down, taking his arm off of the bow, looking instead interestingly at the two ‘crewmen’ of this toy ship.
Off in the distance, his friend and neighbor, another two-year old husky named Nanook had put his toy ships into the water, both of them sitting on little chairs outside the pool watching the toys fight. Nanook jumped into the water, standing on the other side of the ship.
“Whatcha’ gonna do wif it?” Nanook asked Rainier. The birthday husky thought for a bit. He had just played “Sea Monster” a bit earlier with three of his new toy ships, now resting at the bottom of the pool. One was already there from fighting Nanook’s fleet, and since this was the biggest ship, he had to do something interesting.
“Sink it!” Nanook giggled. “Be a feawsome sea monsta!”
“Nahhhs…” Rainier replied, giggling. “I could…” he wagged his tail a bit, his swim diaper still holding tightly to his waist. Rainier moved the ship back to near the edge of the pool, for he had something in mind…
“Hehe- yous not gonna…” Nanook giggled and blushed a bit.
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I looked on in fear at the gigantic anthropomorphic husky that was pushing our ship back as if it was a toy. In fact- I was concerned that we were just that. Birthday pool toys for a gigantic baby husky. He stopped and looked down at us with a wolfish smile, and started toward the steps out of the pool.
“Uhh… August”
“We might wanna get inside now” We both sprinted for the nearest deckhouse.
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Rainier shook off- he loved his pool, and he liked jumping into it even more, no matter what was in the way of his padded bum.
“Hehehe…” Nanook kept giggling. Rainier looked down.
“’Ere I comes, wittle boat!” He bent his legs and jumped, being in the air for only a second before his diapered butt came crashing on top of the toy boat he just moved.
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Before I knew it, we were submerged. Water began rushing through broken windows as we could hear bulkheads elsewhere start to give way. I turned to Anderson. When the water was up to my knees.
“Boatswain- as much as I said I hated you… I’ve always sort of liked you!”
“Aww… that’s a nice thing to say- hoping to get more brownie points before you get to those pearly gates?”
“Damn you Anderson- you caught on” My last words as the weak Chinese-manufactured bulkhead gave way. Water flooded the already sinking ship, dumping crewmen into the water. I did the best I could to swim up. Was this my end? No. It wouldn’t be.
A lifeboat that had detached began to rise, getting to the surface before filling with crewmen. I slowly swam up to the top, taking a well needed breath. It looked like the boat had enough room for more, but I noticed people in it had taken out the oars and started moving away.
“Hey! Where are you going?” I shouted.
“Away from here! Good luck with the animals!”
“Come back!”
“I don’t think so…” A crewman replied in a singsong voice before giving a raspberry.
“I hope you don’t get out of here without consequences…” I thought while treading water along with most of my compatriots.
“Sayonara, suckers!” They passed by Captain Marshall, then Boatswain Anderson, who was also left behind, but not without giving them a piece of his mind.
“You pieces of crap! We don’t have life jackets out here! We’ll drown! Get back here!” Anderson cried.
“Too bad for you guys! Have fun drowning out here suckers!”
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Rainier came back up, shaking his head to try to get some of the water out of his ears.
“You okies, Wainier?” Nanook examined his friend.
“Uh huhs- dat was fun!” Rainier giggled, looking in the water at what he had done. He noticed that some of the little crewmen of his boat were trying their best to tread water. He also noticed that there was a lifeboat moving quickly away from the scene.
“Hey Nanook” Rainier pointed at the floating crewmen. “We should wescue (rescue) those wittle cwewmen! (crewmen)
“I on it!” Nanook quickly swam near clumps of people, grasping them in his paws and gently putting them on the deck of the pool. “There you go wittle guys… nice n’ safes…” He picked up more people, putting them in his safe location on the deck. Rainier, after retrieving his ships, decided to try to help his friend in the rescue effort.
Rainier finished retrieving the sunken fleet as Nanook was plucking the remaining crewmen from the water, leaving two still floating around the pool. Rainier plucked them out in one of his paws, eying the lifeboat slowly moving towards the steps.
“Hmms…” Rainier’s toddler mind got an idea from out of the blue. Something told him that these people were different, and deserved a bit of special treatment.
Nanook looked at Rainier, he knew when his friend was coming up with something.
“What is it, Wainier?”
“The wittle cwewmen in the lifeboat left these wittle cwewmen behind!” Rainier commented. “They big meanies!” He unfed. “I gots a pwan…”
After some whispering in Nanook’s ear, he giggled.
“Sound good?” He said, disappearing under the water, leaving a single paw with two certain crewmen on it above the surface.
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“I can’t believe this” I kept repeating to myself.
“August- we’re so lucky we’re alive- now about those guys who left us to drown…”
“I don’t know what we can do”
Our movement stopped. Rainier rose his head out of the water, dumping us on top of his muzzle.
“Hehe- you so tiny!” He replied, grinning widely. “Those meanies gonna pay…”
“They better…” Anderson mused.
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Indeed they were. Rainier looked at the two tiny humans on his muzzle, while they might make good pets for him later, but for now- he had something else on his mind. The lifeboat was close to the step out of the pool, and they were looking as they were about to get away…
“I gots a special pwace for em’…” Rainier grinned again, reaching his open paw to his waist area, opening up his diaper waistband a bit as he started to surface.
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“Oh he’s not gonna…”
“He is- just watch revenge in action, August”
Rainier rose up, setting foot on a step as he bent down. As he raised his legs, the lifeboat became caught between his diaper and his belly. Giggling, he took another step causing the water to drain from his swim diaper a bit more. He climbed up further until he was completely out of the pool.
Nanook got a kick out of it, giggling heavily.
“They in there?” Rainier nodded in response. The tremendous tyke took a few more steps before his tummy rumbled. Doing what he had always done before in this situation, automatically, Rainier bent his knees and looked to be blushing…
After a minute, Rainier’s mom appeared. Her shrill voice took us by surprise.
“Phewie! Is that a certain little birthday husky I smell? Come on tiger, let’s get you changed and then we’ll enjoy some cake… okies?”
“Uh huhs!” Rainier said excitedly, blushing crimson as his mom led him by the paw to be changed. He looked over at Nanook, who was already drying off his ships with a towel and examining the damage done by us.
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“No way- just no way”
“He did, August- I say, revenge well served for these fellas, don’t you agree?”
“Good point- leaving us to drown, they deserved the worst of punishments- I didn’t think it would smell this bad though!” I gagged before looking at our damaged ships on the deck of the pool.
Rainier’s mother put a changing pad down in the grass, grabbing a new swim diaper from the bag. As he laid down, he took special care to make sure the two little people in his paw were safe and sound.
I looked into the sunny cloudless sky, Anderson and I laying down on the husky’s pawpad, realizing our place in this strange world.
Something was telling me that this assignment would be very, very interesting. And it certainly wasn’t the odor surrounding us either.
This came to be after a long night of playing Battlestations: Pacific. All the characters however, are names that originated in my head. I haven't written in a while, so I may be a bit rusty. constructive criticism is always good!
WARNING: DOES CONTAIN BABYFUR ELEMENTS.
I may just write a sequel... if school isn't difficult this year.
Naval Maneuvers
The water conditions were nominal- and there was not a single cloud in the sky. A brilliant sunrise illuminated the metallic surfaces of our small fleet. Four Fletcher-class destroyers sat in a box formation around the single Northampton-class heavy cruiser, our flagship. We had been underway for about as long as I remember, surely I would have had a memory of us leaving port- but strangely I didn’t.
The view from the flagship was stunning, having a cramped bunk right next to a porthole, I could see the magnificent gleaming white horizon. Just one of the advantages of a life at sea…
“Ensigns! Get up! You didn’t join the Navy to sleep, did you?” The lovely sound of the boatswain making his way through the bunkhouse to rouse us from slumber.
“Wakey wakey…” He said as he shone a bright flashlight into my eyes. “Ensign August- maybe you can help wake the rest of your ‘friends.’”
“Yes sir, Boatswain Anderson!” I groggily replied, feet hitting the deck.
“HEY! WAKE UP!” A gallery of eyes turned towards me, most in anger that I disturbed their beauty sleep.
“Jeez August, why do you have to be such a kiss-ass sometimes?” My bunkmate jumped down to join me. Everyone else got up and started going about their routines. Anderson walked out, and I leaned over to comment
“’Cause if I don’t do it, for all I know he’ll throw me overboard”
“He hates you that much?”
“I damaged his ego”
While washing my face in the bathroom, (referred to as the ’head’ for the rest of this short story) I thought of all I had to do today. Stand on deck watching for threats. How fun. I walked outside to my station after grabbing a pair of binoculars
The sun rose a bit more in the sky, bringing it my level of boredom.
“Report, Mr. August?” Carver, another one of my bunkmates tapped my shoulder, giving me a breakfast sandwich.
“Hey, thanks man- I missed breakfast”
“You gotta realize you can’t do your job all day”
“Who else is going to be looking for threats? The captains’ on the bridge all day, but he’s usually too busy ordering everyone else around. Someone could take the glorious opportunity to shell the hell out of us”
“August- with four destroyers surrounding one of the finest ships in the fleet, no one’s going to take a-”
“Then what the hell is that?” I looked on the horizon. Five ships with some sort of camouflage paint scheme were suddenly in a place that I previously searched. “How- just how? They weren’t there when I looked last time! I just looked away for a minute at most!”
“Maybe they’re friendlies?” Carver squinted as best he could.
A few sudden ‘pops,’ followed by large splashes off of our bow made both of us think differently.
“Uhh…” I froze up. “Carver- should we tell the Captain about this?” Alarm klaxons began sounding on our ship, and I swore I could faintly hear some from our neighboring ships. Carver turned around and sprinted full speed towards the bridge while I looked closer at our new company.
“Calling all hands, General Quarters- All hands, report to battle stations” The captain’s voice rang out over the PA. Almost automatically I began running to my post until I was stopped by an old friend.
“Just where are you going, Ensign August?” Boatswain Anderson. Just who I wanted to run into this fine morning.
“Uhh- battle stations?”
“Nuh uh. Captain said he wanted the guy who was watching for hostiles to make a full identification of them before he went running to join his compatriots- Now can you tell me what ships they were? Gun calibre, height of bridge…” He kept rambling on while I peered at the ships, which now seemed to be going broadside. I noticed that two of the ships had all of their guns, four large ones, on the front.
“Sir- what’s the ship with four guns on the front? Looks like a cruiser…”
“Tone class. If I remember correctly”
“Uh huh- we’ve got two of them, the rest look like destroyers- Fubuki class, it looks like” I handed off the binoculars to Anderson as he looked onward. When he removed the binoculars, his eyes were about as big as dinner plates.
“Big guns. You. Battle station. NOW!” He stammered. We sprinted down the deck as the next salvo arrived, hitting closer and nearly causing me to wet my pants. I climbed up the steps to the bridge where Captain Marshall was quietly yet intensely giving out orders.
“Captain Marshall, sir!” Anderson panted. “Two Tone class cruisers, three Fubuki destroyers-”
“Thank you for the intel, Boatswain- make sure everyone’s at their battle stations and make it quick- I’ve ordered a firing solution on that lead ship. Ensign- where are you supposed to be?” The captain stared me in the face.
“Uh- uh” I was supposed to be on damage control in times like this, but until then, I had to keep what I was doing beforehand. “Damage control, sir”
“Good” Another salvo erupted forth from the hostile fleet. One unlucky destroyer was caught in the fire.
“This is the destroyer Bannon! We’re hit! Compartments one through six are flooding- We’re going down! All crew to-” The radio cut out. Captain Anderson shouted into his PA:
“Gimmie a firing solution on that lead cruiser now! We just lost a ship!”
I could see the guns rotate into position.
“Fire”
The explosions from our guns took me by surprise. Our first salvo made a direct hit on the lead vessel, colorful smoke pouring from breached bulkheads. She began listing to her port side. Scratch one hostile.
“Captain- she’s going down”
“Excellent work boys-” A ‘revenge salvo’ cut him off, One shell landing on the bow where I once stood, another one landing square on our engine room.
“Report!” Captain Marshall shouted into his PA.
“Sir! Compartment 14 is flooding, Bilge pumps have that covered- The engine room’s ablaze!” The captain turned to me.
“Well Ensign, looks like you have a battle station- Get down there and put out that fire or we’re screwed!” Following my orders, I ran down off of the bridge, through the sleeping quarters, and down a deck to the engine room. Four other crewmen were down there with fire extinguishers.
“Fire extinguisher, where?” I was pointed to one sitting in the corner. Following the instructions on the thing, I was soon fighting the inferno with my comrades. After about a minute or two, the fire was out, but the engines were melted.
“So who wants to tell the captain that the fire’s out?” One crewman turned to me. “As well as the engine!” He finished. I noticed that four pairs of eyes were suddenly upon me. I got the clue immediately and started up the staircase. When I reached the sleeping quarters…
SPLASH!!!
A very big splash. My first assumption was that it was a shell, but when I looked out a porthole, a wall of water told me otherwise. I quickly ran to the nearest door, shutting it and locking it into its watertight position.
“ALL HANDS! BRACE FOR IMPACT!” I heard the Captain say immediately. But by then, it was too late. The wall of water hit the side of the ship, drenching the deck and causing windows to shatter. The ship began to list heavily, I fell backwards onto a bunk as gallons upon gallons of water pummeled me. Alarm bells kept ringing all throughout the ship.
When I was able to right myself, I could sense the distinct taste of chlorine in my mouth. I could still feel it as I ran up to the bridge for a status report. The sight I came upon was surprising, shattered windows and crewmen were strewn about. The captain was still on the bridge, albeit without his cap, tending to the wounded.
“Uhh-”
“No Ensign, I have no idea what that was! Talk to the other ships- maybe they know! GET A CORPSMAN UP HERE! STAT!” Captain Marshall leaned out the window to an assembling mass of crewmen on the deck. Following orders I put on a pair of headphones.
“Uhh… this is Ensign August on the Northampton calling anyone out there… do you guys know what happened?”
Silence. Then, a single radio message.
“Northampton, this is the Gulliver, We have no idea what happened, but we took some damage too- our engines are out, can you assist?”
“Gulliver- Our engines are out, sorry, but we can’t help you- are you being fired at right now?”
“No sir- but we have something to report… the enemy fleet- it’s gone”
“Gone? You mean like sinking, right?”
“No sir- it’s just gone. No trace of them anywhere!” In response to this I looked on the horizon. The fleet that was just there pounding us previously had vanished into thin air.
“Hold on a sec- we see something” The line went out for a second. “WHAT IS THAT!?” A panicked voice sounded. I could hear more screaming before the sound of rushing water cut off communication.
“Someone look for the Gulliver!” I shouted. Someone scanned the sea for it, but the results were inconclusive. Another search for the enemy fleet turned up nothing.
“They must have sunk in that wave” Captain Marshall spoke up.
“Yes sir, but that doesn’t explain why the Gulliver suddenly went missing.”
“We’ve got two ships beside us left- damn it Ensign- ask them!”
Following the Captain’s orders, I hopped back on the console only to have my ears almost blown out.
“Northampton! We just witnessed the Gulliver go down! There was some huge grey… thing! We’re gonna go next! I know it!” Another panicked voice.
“This is the Northampton, Who is this?” I asked.
“We’re the destroyer Caine, sir and we’re thinking we need to get out of here now!”
“Caine- hold on- Lemmie talk to my captain first” I turned to Captain Marshall who was shaking his head.
“He says no”
“Are you serious? No way- we’re getting out of formation now- Set flank speed!”
My captain grabbed the handset from my head.
“Caine- this is Captain Marshall of the Northampton- I am ordering you to cease your actions immediately lest we court marshal you for dereliction of duty later!”
“Screw. You. Sir.” Was the only response back. He removed the headphones and put them back on my head.
“Caine- I think he-”
“Oh god- OH GOD! WHAT IS THAT? EVASIVE! NOW!” Panic. Again.
Captain Marshall got on his PA. “Someone on the stern tell me what the hell is happening to the Caine! NOW!”
“Uhh sir-” A voice replied. “Looks like two giant grey… arms?”
“AHH! HELP! MAYDAY! AHH-” The radio link cut out.
“Sir- we-”
“Those arms are gone sir- problem is, so is the Caine” The crewman replied again. “That leaves us and the Stevens”
“Thank you” Captain Marshall turned off the PA before he flung a clipboard through a broken window.
“Sir?”
“Tell the Stevens to close with us now- we aren’t losing another ship on my watch!” The captain stormed off of the bridge, leaving me alone.
“Stevens, this is the Northampton, my captain is ordering you to tighten what’s left of the formation”
Silence.
“Stevens- this is Northampton, do you copy?”
Silence again.
“Stevens- do you read?”
The boatswain ran onto the bridge.
“Ensign- the Stevens is gone”
“What?”
“Two arms- or something came up and grabbed it”
“How come we didn’t see anything?”
“To be fully honest, I have no idea”
“Come on Anderson-”
“Sir- not my last name”
“I’m not really caring at the moment- sir” I grunted. “We’re alone out in the middle of a massive body of water- we just lost three destroyers to some… thing! And an entire hostile force vanished without a trace!” I put down my headset and headed down to the bow. Anderson followed after me.
“Hey- since you’re done, can’t you do something useful, like fix the engines?”
“The en-” I was cut off. A disturbed patch of water suddenly ruptured, and a wave shook the ship knocking both of us to the deck. I noticed that there was a shadow around us instead of the sun.
“Huh… that’s…” I turned around. The sight I saw shocked me.
An arm over much of the bow. Following it, I noticed that the arm wasn’t belonging to the fearsome Kraken, a giant albino octopus or even Cthulu…
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“Hiya wittle toys!” Young Rainier Wolfesberg had just turned two today, the little husky deciding to play with some toy boats in a massive pool they shared with a neighbor. He looked down, taking his arm off of the bow, looking instead interestingly at the two ‘crewmen’ of this toy ship.
Off in the distance, his friend and neighbor, another two-year old husky named Nanook had put his toy ships into the water, both of them sitting on little chairs outside the pool watching the toys fight. Nanook jumped into the water, standing on the other side of the ship.
“Whatcha’ gonna do wif it?” Nanook asked Rainier. The birthday husky thought for a bit. He had just played “Sea Monster” a bit earlier with three of his new toy ships, now resting at the bottom of the pool. One was already there from fighting Nanook’s fleet, and since this was the biggest ship, he had to do something interesting.
“Sink it!” Nanook giggled. “Be a feawsome sea monsta!”
“Nahhhs…” Rainier replied, giggling. “I could…” he wagged his tail a bit, his swim diaper still holding tightly to his waist. Rainier moved the ship back to near the edge of the pool, for he had something in mind…
“Hehe- yous not gonna…” Nanook giggled and blushed a bit.
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I looked on in fear at the gigantic anthropomorphic husky that was pushing our ship back as if it was a toy. In fact- I was concerned that we were just that. Birthday pool toys for a gigantic baby husky. He stopped and looked down at us with a wolfish smile, and started toward the steps out of the pool.
“Uhh… August”
“We might wanna get inside now” We both sprinted for the nearest deckhouse.
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Rainier shook off- he loved his pool, and he liked jumping into it even more, no matter what was in the way of his padded bum.
“Hehehe…” Nanook kept giggling. Rainier looked down.
“’Ere I comes, wittle boat!” He bent his legs and jumped, being in the air for only a second before his diapered butt came crashing on top of the toy boat he just moved.
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Before I knew it, we were submerged. Water began rushing through broken windows as we could hear bulkheads elsewhere start to give way. I turned to Anderson. When the water was up to my knees.
“Boatswain- as much as I said I hated you… I’ve always sort of liked you!”
“Aww… that’s a nice thing to say- hoping to get more brownie points before you get to those pearly gates?”
“Damn you Anderson- you caught on” My last words as the weak Chinese-manufactured bulkhead gave way. Water flooded the already sinking ship, dumping crewmen into the water. I did the best I could to swim up. Was this my end? No. It wouldn’t be.
A lifeboat that had detached began to rise, getting to the surface before filling with crewmen. I slowly swam up to the top, taking a well needed breath. It looked like the boat had enough room for more, but I noticed people in it had taken out the oars and started moving away.
“Hey! Where are you going?” I shouted.
“Away from here! Good luck with the animals!”
“Come back!”
“I don’t think so…” A crewman replied in a singsong voice before giving a raspberry.
“I hope you don’t get out of here without consequences…” I thought while treading water along with most of my compatriots.
“Sayonara, suckers!” They passed by Captain Marshall, then Boatswain Anderson, who was also left behind, but not without giving them a piece of his mind.
“You pieces of crap! We don’t have life jackets out here! We’ll drown! Get back here!” Anderson cried.
“Too bad for you guys! Have fun drowning out here suckers!”
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Rainier came back up, shaking his head to try to get some of the water out of his ears.
“You okies, Wainier?” Nanook examined his friend.
“Uh huhs- dat was fun!” Rainier giggled, looking in the water at what he had done. He noticed that some of the little crewmen of his boat were trying their best to tread water. He also noticed that there was a lifeboat moving quickly away from the scene.
“Hey Nanook” Rainier pointed at the floating crewmen. “We should wescue (rescue) those wittle cwewmen! (crewmen)
“I on it!” Nanook quickly swam near clumps of people, grasping them in his paws and gently putting them on the deck of the pool. “There you go wittle guys… nice n’ safes…” He picked up more people, putting them in his safe location on the deck. Rainier, after retrieving his ships, decided to try to help his friend in the rescue effort.
Rainier finished retrieving the sunken fleet as Nanook was plucking the remaining crewmen from the water, leaving two still floating around the pool. Rainier plucked them out in one of his paws, eying the lifeboat slowly moving towards the steps.
“Hmms…” Rainier’s toddler mind got an idea from out of the blue. Something told him that these people were different, and deserved a bit of special treatment.
Nanook looked at Rainier, he knew when his friend was coming up with something.
“What is it, Wainier?”
“The wittle cwewmen in the lifeboat left these wittle cwewmen behind!” Rainier commented. “They big meanies!” He unfed. “I gots a pwan…”
After some whispering in Nanook’s ear, he giggled.
“Sound good?” He said, disappearing under the water, leaving a single paw with two certain crewmen on it above the surface.
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“I can’t believe this” I kept repeating to myself.
“August- we’re so lucky we’re alive- now about those guys who left us to drown…”
“I don’t know what we can do”
Our movement stopped. Rainier rose his head out of the water, dumping us on top of his muzzle.
“Hehe- you so tiny!” He replied, grinning widely. “Those meanies gonna pay…”
“They better…” Anderson mused.
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Indeed they were. Rainier looked at the two tiny humans on his muzzle, while they might make good pets for him later, but for now- he had something else on his mind. The lifeboat was close to the step out of the pool, and they were looking as they were about to get away…
“I gots a special pwace for em’…” Rainier grinned again, reaching his open paw to his waist area, opening up his diaper waistband a bit as he started to surface.
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“Oh he’s not gonna…”
“He is- just watch revenge in action, August”
Rainier rose up, setting foot on a step as he bent down. As he raised his legs, the lifeboat became caught between his diaper and his belly. Giggling, he took another step causing the water to drain from his swim diaper a bit more. He climbed up further until he was completely out of the pool.
Nanook got a kick out of it, giggling heavily.
“They in there?” Rainier nodded in response. The tremendous tyke took a few more steps before his tummy rumbled. Doing what he had always done before in this situation, automatically, Rainier bent his knees and looked to be blushing…
After a minute, Rainier’s mom appeared. Her shrill voice took us by surprise.
“Phewie! Is that a certain little birthday husky I smell? Come on tiger, let’s get you changed and then we’ll enjoy some cake… okies?”
“Uh huhs!” Rainier said excitedly, blushing crimson as his mom led him by the paw to be changed. He looked over at Nanook, who was already drying off his ships with a towel and examining the damage done by us.
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“No way- just no way”
“He did, August- I say, revenge well served for these fellas, don’t you agree?”
“Good point- leaving us to drown, they deserved the worst of punishments- I didn’t think it would smell this bad though!” I gagged before looking at our damaged ships on the deck of the pool.
Rainier’s mother put a changing pad down in the grass, grabbing a new swim diaper from the bag. As he laid down, he took special care to make sure the two little people in his paw were safe and sound.
I looked into the sunny cloudless sky, Anderson and I laying down on the husky’s pawpad, realizing our place in this strange world.
Something was telling me that this assignment would be very, very interesting. And it certainly wasn’t the odor surrounding us either.
Category Story / Macro / Micro
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