The first of the new arrivals was sitting alongside one of the docks, pier number eighteen, to be exact. She was a neat fit, at six hundred ten feet length. The words on her stern denoted her name, the Graf Spee. Currently, the ship that had, just a few days ago, been rotting on the bottom of the South Atlantic, now stood tall, proud, and completley refurbished. Currently, an assigned crew of Atlanteans was crawling over the ship, the sea grunts as their fellow society members called the sailors, examining every inch of her.
One of the sailors made her way off of the ship and reported to her new commanding officer, Captain Redoux. Lieutenant Callista saluted before making her report.
"Captain, we've finished preliminary examination of the ship. Her specifications have been sent to the factories, but it doesn't appear we'll have any problems producing the ammunition, fuel, and supplies that will be needed to operate the vessel," Callista reported.
"Excellent. Although this is a powerful ship, the sea scouts have reported other, even more powerful ships on their way. Oh, how I wish I could command the behemoth scout12 has reported sailing to us from the Philippines," sighed the captain, but still looking proud at his new command.
"Yes sir. We may have to sail soon though, already our spies report shocked reactions racing around the globe at the disappearances of some of the more visibly sunken ships," said Callista.
"It won't matter. The sea and Lord Neptune is our ally in gathering our battlefleet. Even those ships sunk in shallow waters will, upon reaching deeper waters, submerge and come to us like submarines, their noises and sights concealed like a pod of whales migrating to a new feeding ground," explained the captain.
"Does that explain the disappearance of a sampan fishing fleet I heard going through the Tokyo wires?" asked Callista. That news item had gotten to her attention, how she hated the Japanese and their reliance on fishing for food.
"It does indeed. Unlike what the Japanese think, it was not a wolfpack of American submarines. Their nets got caught in the mass that is the super carrier Shinano, and were dragged to their doom," retold Redoux while gesturing wildly, making Callista giggle.
"Anyways, back to your station sailor," ordered Redoux. Callista saluted, which he did in return, then watched her swaying hips as she walked back to the Graf Spee.
"Would you care to explain again, sailor?" asked the Major.
"But sir, it happened just as I said. One moment I was standing there, gazing up from cleaning my gun mount, and there she was, standing up, tall, and proud. Before my very eyes she started sailing down the channel, and disappeared out into the Pacific without so much as a sound," defended Matt Riley, forty mike mike operater onboard the Cabot.
Listening in on the conversation from afar, one officer turned to his high superior and asked the question on his mind.
"Do you think he's telling the truth?" asked the officer.
"I think he is, from his drunken account. But his account is one of the few we have to explain the overnight disappearance of the Arizona," replied Adm Nimitz with a frown.
"Something strange is going on here. We also have reports of beached Japanese destroyers and over vessels sunked in shallow waters disappearing as well," muttered the captain.
Nimitz could do nothing more than nod his agreement of that assement.