Part 32e
Escort Carrier White Plains smiled into the midday sun as she stood at the end of the practice pier. Except she didn't so much 'smile' as she 'grinned like an idiot'. Nor did she 'stand' as such. The escort carrier's action could be better described as 'vibrated in place like a hummingbird who'd just drank a Jersey-sized helping of Navy Coffee.' She was absolutely over the moon—a metaphor she'd recently found out to be less fantastical than she'd thought.
She was
Helping! Her, a little jeep carrier! It was like Christmas in… well, in December. But… in the "now" part of December. Not the "then" part where it usually happened… Whatever, too complicated, she was being
Helpful! The little carrier knew she couldn't possibly get any happier!
And then she turned around.
A very short, noticeably older Japanese Carrier sat smiling at the other end of the pier. Her scarlet… shirt-thingy was perfectly folded, and her hands rested
just so on the pleats of her skirt. She was so elegant, so kind… And with an island like that, there was only
one carrier she could be!
"H-houshou?" stammered White. She wasn't just helping. She was helping
the mother of carriers! She couldn't be happier if she was teaching Enterprise herself! Well… okay, maybe Enterprise. But… but E was a super-carrier!
The Japanese carrier smiled, bowing from the waist in a gesture that somehow felt more warm and kind than formal and stilted. "It's a pleasure to meet you, White-sensei."
"Wha-wha…" White almost let her wagon roll off the end of the pier as she stammered in surprise. Fubuki'd given her a crash course on what some of the Japanese… ending thingies meant. To be called "sensei"? By
Houshou! This was just… the BEST!
"Why am I here?" said the light carrier, offering a sweet smile as she gracefully caught the handle of White's wagon before it rolled to far.
White nodded.
"I'm afraid our light carriers are very precious to us," said Houshou. She brushed a loose strand of her raven-black hair out of her eyes. "Most are out on patrol at the moment."
"Oh," White gave a sad nod. She'd kinda hoped she'd have more of a class to teach…
"Don't worry, little one," Houshou smiled, ruffling the escort carrier's with a sweet smile. "I'll ensure to pass on all of your knowledge."
Before White could answer, another carrier came bounding down the pier. "Heya, White!" Ryuujou beamed as she half-ran half-skipped down pier. Her scroll fluttered out behind her as she skidded to a stop.
"Oh.. Houshou-sama." The cheerful light carrier instantly stiffened ramrod straight. She bowed until the brim of her fancy metal hat almost touched Houshou's head. "I apologize for my intrusion."
Houshou smiled in return. "You needn't. I was merely chatting with White-sensei."
Ryuujou gasped. Her jaw hung open for a full five seconds before she realized where she was and abruptly shut it once more. "White… sensei?"
White couldn't smile wider if she tried. "I'm a sensei!" she said, her chest puffing in pride.
Ryuujou's smile suddenly went tense, but White was too happy to really notice. That was two carriers already! This day was getting off to an awesome start!
"I am here," said
fleet carrier Kaga. The much bigger girl's face was an unreadable mask of stoic… stoicness as she walked over to join the group of smaller carriers. "White-sensei, Houshou-sama," she said, politely bowing to each carrier in turn, "Ryuujou-chan."
Houshou returned the bow with an equally polite one of her own. Ryuujou's bow wasn't nearly as polite.
White waved so hard she was sure her fingers started to blur together, "HIIIII KAGA!" she said with a giggle. She might love Jersey like the battleship was her own mother, but Jersey's abs just weren't as snugly as Kaga's warmth. The Japanese fleet carrier was like an electric blanket you could cuddle!
Kaga twitched, her eyes blinking like signal lights for a split second before she regained her regal composure.
"Okay," White spun around to face the water once more. "For this lesson, Sammy's gonna play the part of a friendly surface escort-"
The Destroyer Escort waved from her section of the bay.
"-and I-168's playing the role of a baddie submarine."
"Hmm?" the submarine glanced up from the magic rectangle she was fiddling with. "My name's I-mu-ya, ya know?"
"Right, Imuya," said White, scuffing her shoe against the pier as she corrected herself. She
hated getting peoples names wrong! It was even worse than when Midway changed her name to Saint Lo. "sorry!"
Imuya waved it off with an easygoing smile.
"Alright, so…" White turned back to face her class. "Everyone get a few strike aircraft up, please!"
Ryuujou started doing that… magic scroll thing she did while Houshou and Kaga drew their arrows with ritualistic calm.
While her students prepped, White rustled around in her wagon for an Avenger. The torpedo bomber was a chunky airplane to begin with, and with its bays full of practice depth-charges, it was an even heavier piece of iron.
White grunted as she hefted the plane in her hand, making sure she was holding it in juuuust the right place—Thumb and index finger right behind the wing root. She drew her arm back, holding the Avenger right next to her ear as the teeny-tiny Wright R-2600 hummed to life.
Once she was happy the plane's buzzing little engine was running at max RPMs, she chucked it into the air with as much force as she could manage. The follow though sent her spinning around on her heel, and she shot a giddy smile to her class as she spun past them.
"Weeeeee," she giggled, coming to a stop with more or less the same facing as she'd started out with. Behind her, she heard the bouncy sound of bamboo hitting the pier surface.
"Kaga-san," said the instantly-recognizable accent of Ryuujou stifling a giggle, "You dropped your arrow."
"I'm aware," said Kaga. White didn't think it was possible to fume stoically, but the cuddly fleet carrier somehow managed to pull it off. Maybe she wasn't quite as cuddly as she seemed…
"Okay," White spun around to face her class, her skirt flaring with girlish energy as she spun a few degrees too far, then slowly corrected herself. "I'mma teach you how to do Anti-Submarine Warfare. But first…" White held up a hand for dramatic effect, "what's the
goal of ASW?"
Ryuujou beamed, "To kill the enemy submarine!"
White shook her head, instantly deflating the already under-inflated light carrier. "Uh-uh. Your job is to keep the sub from doing what it wants to."
"By… killing it," Ryuujou mumbled.
White shrugged, "Killing it, or just forcing it to stay on the bottom. You just have to be
patient."
Houshou nodded. Her hands were resting on her lap, but White
knew the old carrier was taking detailed notes—or at least one of her faeries was. She had that
look.
"During the war," said White, her hands planted firmly in her pockets as she paced up and down the pier. It might've looked a tiny bit intimidating if she wasn't four feet tall. And barely keeping herself from skipping. "You guys
almost sunk a lot of our boats."
Kaga somehow managed to smirk triumphantly without moving a single muscle.
"Key word being
almost."
The smirk died.
"You give up
way to early," said White. "Unless you've got a convoy to stay with or something, don't go away until you're
sure the sub's dead."
"But what if we
did get it?" asked Ryuujou, her cheeks hovering somewhere between a pout at being corrected and a smirk at seeing
Kaga corrected.
"Then you hang around for a few hours to make sure," White smiled, holding her hands in the air as if presenting an invisible book on anti-submarine tactics to the bigger carrier.
"And stare into an empty ocean?" said Houshou in a tone both respectful and incredulous.
"Shouldn't we look for something else to do?" asked Ryuujou.
White shook her head. "You have to be really patient when hunting subs," she said. "You must have constant-" White paused for dramatic effect.
Kaga glanced from the little carrier to some point on the far horizon and back again.
Ryuujou clenched her hands together, eagerly awaiting the carrier's next bit of Kaga-smacking wisdom.
Houshou coughed.
"Vigilance!" said White with a giggle.
"White, I assure you-" Kaga stopped suddenly as
someone touched her back. Someone… very wet.
Imuya giggled, her torpedo slung over her shoulder as she stood behind the three carriers.
"Vigilance!"
Kaga scowled.