[X] Get the ledgers updated, and make sure you know how much of everything you have and where.
[X] Properly secure the heavy loads in the cargo hold before somebody gets killed.
[X] Feed the cat.
[X] Get the supplies organized and ready to use when you need them, so a man with a lantern doesn't need to search for things.
[X] Meet with your subordinates and figure out how the hell things got this bad. Make them feel guilty about it.
5 Stress
When you looked back on the last 48 hours, it felt like a blur. First things first: you had sat down at your desk and immediately began going through all of the paperwork and ledgers to find what was actually relevant to you
now and what was old records that could be stored away. It had taken you hours to do that, partially because in order to double check the records you often had to go clambering into the hold to do a count yourself. But it was done. You even managed to arrange your desk into a semblance of order so that you could find things when you were looking for them. Brilliant.
Then you took a brief break to eat something--fish, unsurprisingly, and rice. Simple, just the way the Navy liked it. Thankfully even though you didn't have much appetite, the cat was happy to help you with the fish you didn't want to eat and once it had eaten, it plopped into your lap with a content purr. How cute! Unfortunately, cute was not something you had time for and you were forced to dislodge your new best friend in order to set out on the next part of your mission. You would need hands, lots of hands, to get things organized and tied down in the time you had left. Which meant finding your subordinates, where ever they were.
You marched through the lower decks until you found a berth marked 'Storekeeping' and swung the hatch open with enough force to clatter it against the bulkhead before you stepped inside. It seemed that you had startled the occupants, who were all in various states of half-dress, most of them stripped to their undershirts and work trousers as they sat around smoking and
playing dice. Gambling. In the Navy. You are shocked. You stood there for a moment, hands on your hips, and stared at them as they all stared back at you. Satisfied that no one was brave enough (or smart enough) to speak, you barked at them in the best imitation of your instructors from the Academy.
"WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT? HAVEN'T YOU EVER SEEN AN OFFICER BEFORE? COME TO ATTENTION WHEN I'M ADDRESSING YOU!" That prompted a scramble of activity as the men hurriedly jumped to their feet and came to attention next to their bunks and chairs. You think you understood your instructors from the Academy a bit better, watching sixty men scramble to make themselves presentable on short notice.
Off to one side, a curtain partition was shoved back and an older man with a trimmed mustache and a couple days of stubble comes stomping out with a grumble, pulling on a uniform jacket with an insignia identifying him as a chief petty officer. The senior non-commissioned officer in charge of this pack of hooligans, no doubt.
"Who the hell brought a woman on board?! Taro, if this is another one of your whores I am going to PT you until you
die--" He comes up short himself when he actually sees you standing there in your pristine white officer's uniform, clipboard under one arm and glaring death at the men standing around sweating. "Oh fuck,
the girl."
"Chief petty officer, I know you've been in the Navy long enough to know that's not how you address an officer. Perhaps I misheard you."
"Sir! Apologies, sir! Er, ma'am! Chief Petty Officer Sakiyama Eichi, sir! Ma'am." He hurriedly buttons his jacket and then salutes. The terror of pissing off an officer had clearly outweighed whatever opinions he had. The Akitsukuni Navy still had flogging, and worse besides.
"Chief, do you want to explain to me why the stores in this ship look like they were arranged by a pack of Caspian wolves?"
An unfortunate rating pipes up.
"Lieutenant Yoshigahara never complained about how we loaded the ship…" You glance towards him.
"Chief. Take that man's name." You pause. "Remind him not to talk back to officers. And that I will have more fitting punishment for him later." The poor bastard gets a half-whispered bawling out at close range from the chief, who is getting redder by the minute.
"In any case, I am
not Lieutenant Yoshigahara. I am Ensign Arisugawa and some things are going to change around here. To start, we are going to reorganize and properly stow everything in the cargo hold.
Everything. Starting now. I expect you to have it done and done properly by the time we set sail. I will be inspecting your work. I will
also be inspecting all of you and your berths. This berth is filthy. It's a disgrace to the pride of Akitsukuni Navy. Is that understood?" You pause, wait to hear the ragged chorus of 'Yes sir/ma'am!, then nod.
"Good. Sakiyama, you're going to be right there with the rest of them if it's not to my expectations. Now get to work!" You spun on your heel and stomped out of the berth, smiling as you heart the CPO begin yelling at his men to get themselves dressed and get moving, didn't you hear the damn officer?
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The next twelve hours were spent supervising the men as they got to work. And it was a lot of work. Everyone storage compartment had to be emptied out, inventoried and then re-stowed to your specifications. Things were even worse than you thought. Rotten food was dumped off the side, compromised powder charges were discarded, and at one point you found a crate in the back of a storage room filled with cannon balls.
Actual, solid iron cannon balls.
They had to be from the war in Cathay twenty years ago. At least. You decided to keep a small one as a paper weight and had the rest dumped over the side.
By the time it was finished, it was well into the night, the men were exhausted, and you still had the main hold and a few more storage compartments to take care of, but you were making progress. You let the men get some sleep, then sat down at your desk for a few more hours, sipping lukewarm coffee and updating your new ledger and then checking it against the old one. Finally, your hurled yourself onto your futon for a brief two hours of sleep before you arose early, scarfed down some cold rice and rish and then went looking for your purser in the early hours of day two.
Him you found several decks up in his cramped office. The purser was a warrant officer. Technically his title was 'Warrant Victualing Officer' but everyone called him the purser, really. He was a mousy little man with a thin mustache and spectacles, sitting at his desk and scratching at a ledger. He looked up when you came in and blinked owlishly.
"Ah, Ensign Arisugawa, I presume?" You almost came to a stop. This was the first time someone had actually addressed you by name and rank since you came aboard before calling you 'the girl' or 'the woman.'
"Yes, that's me. I'm looking for…" You look at the list on your clipboard. "Warrant Officer Ikeda Kanbe?"
"That's me." He offers a brief salute with his pen and goes back to writing. "I suppose you're here about the sorry state of the hold--I know and I have argued for improving it for years." The thought of the hold being like that for years makes your blood run cold. How has this ship not capsized? Sheer luck?
"Your predecessor had twenty years in and was not. Ahem. Big on work."
"I see. Well, I want to change that. I have Chief Sakiyama reorganizing and stowing the whole hold from stem to stern. I wanted to see if there was some part of my new section that works well--I hope you're it."
"Yes, I do my job and I do it very well, ma'am." He smiles at you and you slowly sit down on the stool opposite his desk.
"I manage to keep the kitchens in line and running smoothly, so you don't have to worry about that. I think the whole ship would mutiny if the food wasn't on time and at least edible." He chuckles quietly to himself. "But Yoshigahara wouldn't let me come down on the hold. Said it wasn't my business. I'm glad to see that you have no such ideas, ma'am."
"I don't. I want this to be ship-shape and proper."
"No doubt why they gave you this assignment. They expect you to fail. No one," he coughs briefly. "No one is happy about having a woman in the Navy that I've seen. Personally, I don't give much of a damn--if you're a good officer, you're a good officer and that's what I care about."
"Well. That's refreshing. Well, as of now consider the hold and its stowers back under your purview. I need someone to make sure they stay on the job." You paused. "Here. I have an updated ledger that you should probably make a copy of." You offered it out to him and he took it without even looking up from his work.
"You can count on me." He said, still scratching. He should… probably salute, but he was busy. You ducked back out.
The rest of the day was spent down in the hold again. You hadn't seen sunlight in something like 36 hours and you wouldn't know what time it was without your pocket watch.
Today, tired of your skirt getting in your way, you had pinched a pair of trousers from the stores in the closest size they had, tightened your belt, and pitched in. It seemed to surprise the men. Not just seeing you in trousers, but also to see you not just standing there, pencil and notes in hand and haranguing them about where things went but also helping to shove pallets of canned food into place. You even hauled sacks of rice when you felt they weren't moving fast enough. You had the feeling that it made them respect you a little bit, but you couldn't be sure. The hold took the most time, since you had to commandeer the overhead crane to move things around. The propeller was stowed and lashed down, the stacks of shells were carefully arranged to ensure even the roughest seas wouldn't accidently discharge them, and torpedoes were stacked neatly. Crates of spare parts were sorted. It was something like midnight by the time it was all done to your satisfaction and you dismissed Sakiyama and his men with a smile.
"Well done. You have exceeded my expectations. Let me say that as your officer I am grateful for your hard work and proud of what you have managed to do. Now, let's keep it this way and we'll never have to work that hard ever again. Dismissed!" The reply was a ragged salute and the weary sailors slouched off to their berth. You wanted to do much the same, but you still had to finish the last of your paperwork and double check that you had everything loaded that was on your list, which took you another two hours of squinting at Navy forms in your office until you finally fell asleep on your desk at 2 in the morning, the cat curled up in your lap.
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"Ensign Arisugawa, Ensign Arisugawa--report to the bridge, Ensign Arisugawa." You awake with a start. You can feel the rumble of engines vibrating through the hull. The ship must be under way. You flail out and grab the speaking tube that's squawking at you.
"Ensign Arisugawa here?" You still feel addled by sleep.
"Ensign Arisugawa, this is Lieutenant Commander Narita. The captain requests that you report to the bridge at once."
"Yessir." You stumble to your feet and then look down at yourself. You're still wearing your purloined trousers from the night before. But you were told to report immediately.
[ ] Report immediately: Look, he said immediately. If they wanted you in skirts, they should have given you some time to get changed.
[ ] Take time to change: Technically you are out of uniform by wearing these, so maybe it'd be better to get back into your skirts before you head up to the bridge. Which you still have to find.
You made your way up the various halls (growing increasingly less confusing with familiarity) and out onto the deck, then up to the superstructure and bridge. The morning sun was harsh on your eyes, and you tripped slightly on a cable as you made your way into the bridge, staggering to attention in front of your captain.
Commander Shinsato did not look impressed, to say the least. You spared you about a half-second glance before going back to staring out the window in a way he clearly thought was commanding. (He was mostly looking out at the back of a crane).
"Ensign. Finally. I've heard you started something of a commotion belowdecks. This ship has served the Imperial Navy smoothly for 15 years. Mind explaining why you think you know better?"
Roll Diplomacy to explain yourself (3d6).