The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

However, the unease I felt while eating the beach barbecue earlier suggests that the soul seems to have experienced this kind of life.

Could that soul have once existed in this world? But why is that soul fundamentally different from the souls of the ship girls?

"Wo?" (Admiral, what's wrong with you?) Seeing Adun looking lost in thought, Wo-chan leaned over and took all the other skewers except the one Adun had taken, and asked curiously.

"Hey, that skewer isn't cooked yet," Kogan quickly reminded him as he was turning the crocodile meat over the grill.

"Wowo" (It's okay, it's okay, I like eating this kind of half-cooked food) wo-chan said, swallowing the fish skewers whole in a few bites, regardless of whether they were raw or cooked.

"...Admiral, Admiral, it seems like Kogan can understand what Wo-chan is saying." Kogan, who had been stunned for a moment, shouted loudly to her admiral.

"Tiger shark, tiger shark," Admiral Tidu muttered to himself, but unfortunately, he paid no attention to the great discovery of his initial ship.

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After much deliberation, I've finally decided to release the third update.

Chapter 73: The Peacemaker - Tiger Shark

Tiger shark is delicious, a conclusion Adun drew from his own admiral's reaction.

As for how delicious tiger shark is, with the explanations from the ship girls of Naval Base No. 233, who were acting as commentators, Adun came to another very strange conclusion.

If we absolutely had to name a few heroes who contributed to the non-aggression pact between the human ship girl faction and the deep-sea ship girl faction...

The tiger shark's status is no less than that of the Pacific governor who used a suicidal tactic to completely wipe out the Northern Deep Sea Fleet under the Northern Princess.

The latter relied on his combat power, which intimidated most of the deep-sea ship girls, while the former relied on his irresistible deliciousness, which neither the human ship girl camp nor the deep-sea ship girl camp could resist.

Whether it was during wartime when we fought each other to the point of bloodshed, or now when there are no large-scale wars but constant small-scale conflicts.

Tiger sharks, originating from the deep sea, have always been the most important export commodity for the Deep Sea Ship Girls faction. Or rather, smuggled goods.

Unfortunately, the difficulty of catching tiger sharks is directly proportional to their deliciousness. Even for the deep-sea darlings like the deep-sea ship girls, catching a tiger shark intact is a very difficult task.

Hunting tiger sharks often requires several skilled and experienced deep-sea ship girl squads to help each other in order to catch such a delicious delicacy under relentless pursuit.

So difficult to catch, the deep-sea ship girls can't even feed themselves, so very few tiger sharks end up in human camps, making this delicacy, which is so delicious that one can't miss eating it once in a lifetime, even more precious among human ship girls.

Therefore, even though a non-aggression pact has been signed, half of the reason why the ship girl faction has launched a war against the deep-sea territory is because the intelligence department of the human ship girl faction intercepted the information about the discovery of tiger shark breeding areas.

Of the remaining half, a small portion is for other deep-sea special resources, and the last two or three tenths are for more normal reasons such as rescue, revenge, and seizing strategic locations.

Wait a minute, if we look at it this way, the human ship girl faction is the evil invader and plunderer. What kind of peace envoy is that? The tiger shark is clearly the source of the war.

Actually, in the Deep Sea Ship Girl faction, many things that only exist in the territory of the human ship girl faction are also very rare and valuable, such as human admirals, human admirals, and human admirals.

Many deep-sea ship girls secretly infiltrate human camps for resources that are not produced in these deep-sea areas.

So, regardless of whether they're black or white, they're all the same. At most, the tiger shark, which is something both human and deep-sea ship girls like, only comes from the deep sea and has the habit of spending its fattest breeding season in deep-sea areas close to human territory.

It's understandable that they could have a few matches in the name of being foodies. After all, ship girls don't care about having a legitimate reason for fighting. For human ship girls who are inherently hostile to deep-sea ship girls, using the name of being foodies is more formal than anything else.

So, upon learning that Adun's initial ship, Deep Sea Captain Wo-chan, is a professional fisherman's ship capable of diving into the deep sea to hunt tiger sharks on its own, Adun's initial ship was discovered.

In the Admiral's eyes, Wo-chan has become a golden lucky cat.

Selling a live tiger shark to the inland sea would yield enough resources for the admiral to build several large ships.

If we could allow Wo-chan to fully utilize her abilities and create a comprehensive expeditionary trade route encompassing capture, processing, and sales, that would be a daily miracle!

Get up and build everything, go to the bathroom and build everything, get dressed and build everything, drink soy milk and build everything, build everything whether you have something to do or not – this is the kind of life a true admiral should pursue.

"Snap out of it, snap out of it." Seeing that her admiral was lost in a dream, Adun sighed, grabbed her shoulder, and shook her back to reality.

Even though Adun didn't know what a tiger shark was or what it looked like, he knew from the descriptions of Wo-chan, a professional shark fishing boatman and part-time deep-sea captain, that this kind of shark, or perhaps a deep-sea creature, was not so easy to catch.

Even Wo-chan, who has trained the tentacles of jellyfish, which are usually never used on deep-sea aircraft carriers, to be as nimble as an arm, is not someone you can catch at will.

"Damn Adun, can't I even dream for a little while?" The admiral, back to reality, wiped his drool when no one was looking and complained.

"If I remember correctly, preventing the admiral from daydreaming is also one of the secretary ship's jobs, right, Renown?" Adun spread her hands and pulled the head maid next to her along as well.

"The Master is absolutely right, and young master, please stop daydreaming." It wasn't just Admiral Aden who was caught up in the fantasy of the Tiger Shark Import and Export Company; Charlotte, Admiral Aden's henchman, was also in the same boat.

"It's already dark, it's not a daydream anymore." Charlotte said dejectedly after waking up, just like her older sister.

“Young Master, I admit that the tiger shark is indeed very attractive, but as the future admiral of the naval base, I hope you can be more down-to-earth,” said the Prince of Wales, who was eating a kebab with great poise.

"Pah, who put that wasabi in there?" "Here, this one doesn't have wasabi." The Nelson and Rodney sisters showed little interest in this kind of conversation.

To catch a tiger shark, you need a speed of at least 27 knots. For the BIG7 ship girls, who are known for their low speed and high firepower, this is a very strict requirement. Let's talk about something else.

Furthermore, based on Nelson and Rodney's allowances, they would have to work hard for ten years without eating or drinking to afford a tiger shark dinner (most of the time they wouldn't be able to afford it), and that's assuming the 233rd naval base battleship girl has a very high allowance.

So neither the steady Nelson nor the unconventional Rodney had any interest in this kind of topic.

"Adon, I hate you." The admiral, his illusions shattered, stared at the dark sea like a walking corpse.

"You've come to hate your Otti Proof just because of a shark, Admiral, you're putting me in a difficult position," Admiral said, tilting his head.

“That’s no ordinary shark…” The admiral’s words clearly won the approval of his little brother Charlotte. This second-generation admiral had already shared his boss’s disappointment, or rather, if his boss was disappointed, how could he dare to be happy?

“Wo-chan…” Adun looked at her initial ship and asked with a questioning gaze.

"Wo!" After finishing her skewers, Wo-chan nodded firmly, having understood what Ya-tun meant.

"Admiral, Wo-chan said she'll save one for you next time we go fishing," Adun said, slightly modifying Wo-chan's answer. Wo-chan's original answer was to try her best to catch one, but Adun said she would definitely save one.

"Really!!!" The admiral instantly revived and rushed to Wo-chan's side, shouting, "From today onwards, you are my secretary ship, Captain Wo-chan!"

"Aren't you mistaken? Wo-chan is my ship girl, not yours!!!" With that, Adun grabbed the admiral by the collar and threw him into the dark sea.

"Splash..." The sound of falling into the water.

"Big Sister!! Big Sister?" A sorrowful expression lingered on Charlotte's face for about 0.3 seconds: "Big Sister, I will miss you. Rest in peace."

"You little brat, I'm not dead yet!" The admiral, who rushed ashore with lightning speed, immediately pinched Charlotte's handsome face and started rubbing it.

"I...I was just joking, boss, have mercy, have mercy!"

For a moment, even the most serious Prince of Wales couldn't help but laugh out loud on the beach of Naval Base No. 666.

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Well, now that the laughter and chatter have set the stage, it's time for a fight.

Chapter 74 Igniting the First Flame

Putting aside the tiger shark that caused a hiccup, the admiral's impulsive decision to host a beach barbecue party for his friends was quite successful.

Because everyone was happy, at least they enjoyed the food.

The fact that there was also a special after-dinner tea made by the head maid made the boat even happier.

In a short time, the relationship between the ship girls was brought closer. Although it could not be called friendly, it was at least above neutral and was almost perfect.

"I never imagined that one day I would be eating such common food with deep-sea ship girls." The Prince of Wales' face was a little flushed as she used whiskey to cleanse her palate, indicating that she had drunk quite a bit more than usual, given her alcohol tolerance.

"I just hope there won't be a next time." Nelson felt a little tired because she still hadn't let go of her worries about the deep-sea ship girls, even though they were the ship girls of her young master's friend.

"Uh, now that you mention it, it all sounds so confusing. Did I drink too much?" Nelson shook her head, glanced at her sister who was lying beside her in a completely unladylike manner, and sighed deeply.

“Instead of worrying about that, I think Nelson, you should train Rodney’s drinking capacity when you get back. She’s not even as good as that little schoolboy.” The Prince of Wales raised his glass, looking through the brown whiskey at Kogan, who was shouting and yelling by the fire.

“For a lady, her alcohol tolerance is irrelevant,” Nelson said, shaking his head at the Prince of Wales’s unreliable statement and following the Prince’s gaze.

"Moreover, the Royal British Navy would never compete with those Soviet ships that drink like water in terms of alcohol tolerance."

"What ship doesn't drink alcohol?" the Prince of Wales said in a tone that suggested he hadn't heard from the Crown Prince for sixty years.

There was no exaggeration in the Prince of Wales's words.

Since the Age of Exploration, wine has had a longer shelf life than fresh water, so no ocean-going ship sets sail without a full hold of wine.

This resulted in a situation where everyone on an ocean-going vessel, from the captain to the sailors, was able to drink alcohol.

As anthropomorphic representations of ancient seagoing vessels, the ship girls inherited everything those sea fortresses possessed, and they also inherited this centuries-old drinking culture.

Every ship girl is a master at drinking. Even Rodney, who is currently lying on the beach in a dreamlike state, drinks in tons.

It's just a pity she chose the wrong opponent today. Any ship girl with experience in drinking knows that unless you're a Chinese ship, don't even think about beating a Mao ship girl when it comes to drinking.

For the Mao-type ship girls, who are so desperate they'll drink antifreeze like alcohol and don't care how much damage it causes, getting drunk is simply not in their vocabulary.

In the dictionary of Mao-affiliated ship girls, fuel vodka and water are synonyms.

So Rodney, who had just fought for the honor of Naval Base No. 233, knelt down without hesitation when he was competing with Kokang in drinking.

Fortunately, Rodney wasn't the first to get drunk. The first one to get drunk was the young master of the naval girls at Naval Base 233. After being forced to drink seven or eight bottles of vodka by Admiral Adun in his human form, he was already unconscious and lying on the Prince's lap.

Of course, after Charlotte was drunk, Admiral ...

What's more, they were drinking Kokang-brewed vodka, specifically made with Red Star fuel for ship girls.

However, her dream of enjoying a lap pillow was just that—a dream. Adon had no interest in giving her admiral any perks, and even Wo-chan, who wanted to take care of her admiral's admiral, was stopped by Adon.

They actually tried to steal my ship girl! Don't they know the old saying, "Everyone must die eventually, whether they live or die young"?

After the fun is over, it's time to clean up the mess.

At this point, only three ship girls were able to reliably distinguish up, down, left, right, east, west, south, and north. One of them was Kogan, who hadn't even exerted any effort yet, while the others had already fallen.

One of them was Adun, which hadn't let itself get drunk, and the other was the head maid, Renown, who had also gained alcohol immunity after being modified by Adun.

Wo-chan and Xiao Bei, who had not yet been transformed by Ya-dun, also fell to the brave wine cup and were lying haphazardly on the beach with Ya-dun's admiral.

If the bar could replace the battlefield, then having the human faction send their own Russian ship girls would probably liberate the Abyss.

Actually, the Prince of Wales wasn't so drunk that she was completely out of it, but she had more important things to do now, which was to be her young master's lap pillow.

What about those "winners in life" and the FFF group?

"Kokang, what's wrong with you?" Adon, who was floating around a pile of garbage that was automatically sorting, saw Kokang staring intently at the dying campfire and asked, a little puzzled as to what this Russian kid was thinking so intently.

"If only things could stay like this forever," Kokang murmured to himself.

"What should it remain the same?" Yadun bent down beside Kogan, picked up a branch used for starting a fire, and poked at the embers in the campfire as he asked.

"Ah, Sister Yaton, what are you doing here?" Guogan asked somewhat flusteredly, pulled back to reality by Yaton's actions.

"Are you drunk? I've been here the whole time." Adun, who uses his exquisite psionic manipulation abilities to deal with the trash, doesn't need to walk around.

"To get Kokang drunk, you'd need at least three times the amount!" Upon hearing about the issue of getting drunk, Kokang immediately patted his flat chest and said confidently.