The Atlantic Ocean, 20xx.
The war between the alien Sirens and humanity has been raging for decades, with the Sirens having a seemingly unbreakable death grip of Earth's oceans.
With their advanced technology, the Sirens seemingly have the upper h...
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Daniel fearlessly made his way across the deck,
It was strange even to him how he was able to keep his cool during this,
It might just be that so much stuff was happening at once that he didn't even have time to process it all, or maybe he mustered the will to fight alongside what was essentially his ancestors, whatever it was, it was by that courage alone that he was able to get across that deck,
The deck was slippery with water and a tinge of blood, and perhaps a little bit of oil. Which forced him to constantly watch his step.
The ships was moving at a speed upwards of at least thirty knots, making the already fierce seaborne winds harder to bear.
The recoil from the main guns could sweep you off of your feet,
And he even had someone tagging along with him that was probably about to faint.
Daniel proceeded down a extremely steep staircase, which went down to the 10.5 cm gun deck
Daniel was trying to provide assistance to
"Watch your step miss!" Daniel shouted to Bismarck, who was just above him
Seawater splashed over the side of the deck in violent crashing waves.
Bismarck, for the most part was still only barely able to take in her surroundings,
She wasn't using her rigging on the water, but instead was on a giant floating gun platform, fighting sirens at what appeared to be at the very limits of visual range,
Kansen-on-siren compact was fought at extremely close quarters in comparison, with the enemy being fully visible, instead of a bunch of blurry, small, faintly recognizable blobs on the horizon,
Some kansen even brought melee weapons such as swords for their intended combat style.
With such lethal weapons capable of being used at such a far distance, why didn't humans just stick to developing increasingly more powerful surface warships?
Maybe the answer to that was in her lost memory that she so very much wanted to get back.
The human crews for the weapons on the gun deck heaved shells more than half their height into the weapon, which then fired with a terrible banging sound, sending the projecting screaming towards whatever was unfortunate enough to be in it's way.
