AN: This one really fought me. I'm not too happy with how this turned out, but if I let myself get hung up on making chapters 'feel right' the story would have ground to a halt on Chapter 2 XD
Chapter 45: The First Battle of Savo Island
The night of September 11-12, 1942, would be our first taste of what the Guadalcanal campaign would bring. In my experience, there are two types of surface engagements: those that last less than half an hour, and those that don't. Any battle that lasts longer than half an hour is generally indecisive. A slog that accomplishes very little, beyond sending a great many ships to the yards for repairs. Those that do end in thirty minutes, do so because one side has utterly knackered the other. First Savo was one such battle.
SEPTEMBER 11 1942
D+1
1000 HOURS
The morning after the landings was quiet. I'd slept like a rock, and even taken the opportunity to sleep in a bit, getting up at oh-nine-hundred. I'd got dressed, ate my morning rations, and once more settled into the hammock I'd slung near our tents.
Funnily enough, within ten minutes, Howe had shown up, taken one glance at me, and then decided to mimic me, slinging her own hammock a few yards away. When I glanced over a minute later she'd pulled out a book.
I settled down after that, just relaxing in my hammock. There was literally nothing to do, until we were called. Between aerial reconnaissance, and our radars on Savo, there was no way the Japanese could get anywhere near us without being spotted. And with the addition of our fairy Marines, the four
Clemson DDAs now under his command with
their fairy marine platoons and ridiculous number of Oerlikons and machine guns (Whoever had come up with their new designation of Amphibious Assault Destroyers needed to be shot), and lack of Japanese troops on the island, I doubted General Vandegrift would need our firepower anytime soon.
So, all we could do was wait.
"Huh." I muttered in realisation.
Howe heard me, and glanced over. "Wales?"
"Nothing important." I waved her off. "I just realised this is what it must've been like for the pilots back during the Battle of Britain. Sitting around, waiting for the call."
"Oh. Probably." My sister replied. "We even have the same tension."
I blinked. Tension? I didn't feel tense. I glanced over at my sister. "Are you nervous, sis?"
She just looked right back at me. "And you're not?"
"Uh, no?" I shrugged. "We know the Nips are coming at some point. Just a case of waiting until then."
My sister blinked. "But… We're going to be attacked. I thought you said you were terrified during battle."
"Oh, I always am." I replied, "And right bloody nervous in the lead up. But they're not here yet, and we're not about to go into battle. No use fretting until then."
"How can you be so blase?"
I shrugged. "Comes with experience, I think."
"Oh." My sister muttered, thinking about what I said. She opened her mouth to speak again…
Only to be cut off by the wail of the airfield's air raid siren.
I just laid in my hammock a moment longer. "Oh, bother." With a sigh, I climbed out of my hammock, opening a radio channel to our radars on Savo. "Eagle Eye, Wales. What have we got?"
It took a few seconds for the Marine operating the air search radar back on Savo to reply, busy as he no doubt was alerting all commands, and preparing to vector the newly named Henderson Field's F4Fs onto the bombers. "
Oi, Oioi Oi. Oioi-oi oioi, oi oi oioi oioi. Oioi oioi."
"Copy, out." I turned to Howe, "Level bombers. We'll be safer at sea."
The two of us set out at a jog for the nearby beach. The roar of aero engines starting coming from the airstrip at our backs. I hit my radio again as we ran. "Seven-niner, Wales. Incoming aircraft are level bombers at angels fifteen. Head for the beach, we'll be safer at sea."
I was correct. The bombers had been loaded with bombs, and sent to target the airfield. Even with all the transports still unloading, and the additional juicy targets we presented, they went straight for the airstrip.
What they hadn't counted on, was VMF-112, a Marine squadron flying Wildcats, who'd flown into Henderson the evening before. We'd managed a quick and dirty set up to allow the fairies operating the air search set on Savo to act as fighter control, and guide the Marine fighters onto target.
While not perfect, it had functioned. The CAP had broken up the twenty plane raid, and the rest of the scrambling F4Fs had torn into the unescorted Bettys. Only a single stick of bombs had landed on Henderson, while the rest fell into the surrounding jungle and fields.
For our part, us SHIPs had spent the raid sailing in circles just off the beach, and taking some pot shots with our heavy guns for the brief period that the bombers were in range. None of us hit anything. The moment all the bombs had fallen, I led us ashore again.
It was amazing how quickly everything went back to normal. Ten minutes later I was back in my hammock.
I managed to doze away the next few hours in the tropical heat, clad in nothing but my bra and uniform shorts. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the tropics?
I awoke to the sound of a gunshot.
For a moment, I thought I may have imagined it. Just before I closed my eyes, another shot rang out.
Curious, I climbed from the hammock, and threw on my white T-shirt. Another shot. It sounded like it was coming from the beach.
Four more shots sounded before I finished making my way through the palm grove. As I emerged onto the beach, I spotted the source: Encounter was crouched at the tree line, a Lee Enfeild in hand, aimed at several wood sticks set in the sand near the water.
As I watched, she let off a shot, which missed and splashed into the water. She quickly cycled the bolt, and her next shot splintered a stick.
As I approached I couldn't help but find some amusement in how comical the long rifle looked in her young hands. If she didn't have the extra strength being a SHIP granted her, I doubted she'd be able to hold the heavy gun steady.
But it also made her new height apparent. It wasn't much, but the E's had all put on two inches in the last six months since their hulls had sunk.
"Encounter?"
The destroyer didn't look up, instead pulling the trigger and reducing another stick to splinters. Satisfied, she racked the bolt several times, ejecting the remaining bullets and safeing the gun, and turning to me. "Hey Wales. Need something?"
I shook my head. "Just heard you shooting. Getting some practice?"
The pink haired destroyer nodded, "Yeah. After Electra… Uh…" He paused, and changed tack, "Well, I figured I'll need to use it eventually."
My brow furrowed. "Is 'Lectra alright?"
"I…" The youngest E sister looked unsure. "I don't know if I should say…"
I gently laid a hand on her shoulder. "You can tell me, Encounter."
She sighed. "Electra was 'aving nightmares last night. I had to wake 'er up several times. Whatever 'appened on Tulagi really 'urt 'er." She glanced at her targets. "I don't want that to 'appen to me."
"Oh." What more could I say? I wanted to promise she wouldn't have to, but I knew we very well may. "What about you? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She replied. "You?"
I chuckled. It was just like her to worry about everyone else. "A bit bored. I expect the Nips will make a run at us soon."
She nodded, "We'll stop 'em."
I nodded, "We will. We will."
SEPTEMBER 12 1942
D+2
0210 HOURS
"
General quarters! General quarters!"
I snapped awake, already climbing from my tent as I came to full awareness. It was truly amazing how quickly a SHIP could go from asleep to fully functional, I mused. All it took was my XO calling general quarters.
"Talk to me, XO."
What followed was a quick string of 'Oi's as Commander McMullian explained why I'd been so rudely awoken, all while I briefly pulled and put away my rigging to get dressed quickly. It seemed what had awoken me had also gotten everyone else up, as they all began to emerge from their tents in the dark.
Finally my fairy finished. "Bugger." I turned to my girls, all fully awake.
"You heard the message, let's go!"
As I've said before, normally when I have a section in this book written by someone else, I've gone and asked them specifically to write down their recollections. In this case however, the following is an excerpt from Hobart's book, Waltzing Leander.
0150 HOURS
God I was tired. You may think as a spirit who didn't need sleep I would be immune to such things, but half of a ship is her crew. And my crew had been run ragged the last two days covering the landings. They were exhausted, and therefore, so was I.
Externally, not much had changed. Us six cruisers were still sailing our triangular pattern just east of Savo, ready to pounce on any contacts the radars that 79 had set up on the island picked up. And thank god for that. With our early warning net, most of us were at condition two: half the crew at battle stations, half asleep.
As for me, I was on the bridge as the officer on watch. I would have preferred to be XO, or even Captain like Exeter, but being the third officer wasn't too bad. At this early hour my bridge was dimly lit by the red nighttime lights. The rest of the bridge crew were just as dreary eyes as me, clad in their helmets and vests.
The clinking of dishware drew my attention to the door, and one of my chef's mates stepped onto the bridge, carrying a tray full of steaming cups. "Coffee or tea, anyone?"
I couldn't help my tired smile. "You're the best Henrys." I said, happily grabbing a cup of coffee. I turned to the crew, "One by one boys. Stay vigilant."
Five minutes later, everyone was sipping a nice warm cup of Tea or Coffee. I let out a content sigh. It was quiet, the seas were calm. A good night for sailing. It was just a shame it was so dark. The moon was just a sliver in the clear sky.
Then the radio crackled. "
Uhh, girls?" I recognized Canberra's voice immediately. "
I've got intermittent radar contact, two-zero-zero. Bloody things been popping in and out the last few minutes."
Australia, our flagship, and Canberra's sister, soon replied. "
Radar acting up sis?"
"
Maybe?"
"
Anyone else got that contact?" Aussie asked.
"
Negative." That was Chicago.
"
Nope." Quincy.
"
Nothing here." San Francisco.
"Fuckall." I quipped.
"
Roger." Aussie replied, "
Standby."
A few moments passed, as the heavy cruiser no doubt conferred with Admiral Crutchley. Then, "
Alright. Bagly, Patterson, go investigate, just in case. Everyone else-"
"
Torpedo in the water! Two-zero-zero!" One of our eight destroyers yelled. I don't know which.
Either way, the call came far too late. Within a couple of seconds there was a blast, and a huge waterspout shot up beside one of our screening destroyers. I swore. "All ahead flank, hard to port! Sound general quarters!"
I'd barely finished speaking when more torpedoes found their mark. Just ahead of me,
Canberra shook as three exploded against her side in quick succession. At the same time, my lookouts made me aware of Quincy and Frisco astern of me. There was a muffled detonation as Quincy took two fish, and Frisco one.
"
Fucking hell!" Aussie roared. "
Destroyers, fire starshells! Find those fucking nips! Formation turn to one-eight-zero, speed thirty knots!" Then, changing frequencies, "
This is TF62, to all ships in the vicinity of Guadalcanal. We have been engaged by Japanese forces just east of Savo. Am engaging." And finally swapping back to our frequency. "
Is everyone alright?"
"
Dumb question sis." Canberra coughed. "
No power, dead in the water, extreme uncontrollable flooding. I've already advised the crew to abandon ship."
"
Fuck!"
Despite Aussie's outburst, Quincy soon reported as well. "
I'm dead in the water, heavy flooding. I think we can control it though."
Frisco's chipper voice was completely at odds with everyone else's seriousness. "
My bow is gone!"
"
...What?" Australia muttered, sounding flabbergasted.
"
My bow is gone." The cruiser reiterated, "
I'm down to eighteen knots. Disengaging."
"
Fuck." Aussie cursed again. She seemed to be about to speak again when the destroyer's star shells burst to the south. "
Fire at will!" Aussie barked. My directors immediately went to work on the silhouetted ships.
And
finally Captain Showers arrived on the bridge. "Sir." I quickly spun to give a report. "Canberra, Quincy and Frisco have been struck by a surprise torpedo attack, as were two destroyers." I pointed out the bridge windows. "We've spotted the Japanese and have been ordered to engage."
"Continue then. Lieutenant Commander Leander has the con."
I blinked. He wanted me to continue? Well alright then. Just as I turned back to take command, the Japs guns flashed. I grimaced.
"Stay in formation behind Australia." I ordered. Then activating the talkers mic around my neck, "Gunnery, target the second enemy ship in line. Fire at will."
My gunnery crews were way ahead of me. A split second later, the salvo buzzer rang, and at seven thousand yards, I opened fire.
BANG
From there, everything seemed to happen extremely quickly. My two forward turrets fired as I followed Aussie through a turn to port, putting the Japs on our starboard broadside. With Canberra, Quincy and Frisco out of the fight, that left our battleline at just Aussie, Me, and Chicago, with six remaining destroyers.
Just from a glance I could tell we were outnumbered. Under the star shells' light I could make out at least a dozen enemy ships. At least three of which I thought were cruisers.
Star shells burst above us, and several salvos splashed around Aussie. A moment later my secondaries opened up. Followed immediately by my first full boardside.
"
62, this is 79," Our radios sounded. "
We're on the water headed your way. Status?"
"
Status? We're in the fucking shit Wales!" Aussie retorted. "
"Berra, Quincy and Frisco are out of the fight and-" She cut out for a second as a pair of shells struck her. "
Agh, bloody oath. Just get your fat gob out here and help us Wales!"
"
Understood." The ever calm Brit replied. "
Seven-niner opening fire."
The range was slowly closing as we traded fire with the Japs. But with their now superior numbers, that meant Aussie was getting pasted. Shell after shell began to strike her as they very quickly found the range.
I'd just scored my first two hits of the battle when huge splashes erupted among the Japs. A moment later there were distant flashes of guns as our two local KGV's fired again. No doubt my sister, Perth, was with them. Though I wanted to, I didn't have time to cheer our newly arrived help. Three shells struck me in quick succession. One demolished one of my 4.7-inchers, While the other two detonated aft of my funnel, starting a small fire.
I was about to give orders to my damcon teams, but they already seemed to be on it, so instead I focused back on the fight. My gunners had found the range, and were pelting the 2nd Jap cruiser in line as quickly as they could load my main guns.
The next salvo from
Prince of Wales and
Howe came screaming in moments later, one salvo going long while the other straddled the lead cruiser.
And then Bagly, one of our screening destroyers, yelled again.
"
Torpedoes in the water!"
"
Turn away!" Aussie roared, even as I gave my own helmsman the same order…
TF62 was getting plastered. I didn't know what had happened, but the Nips had seemingly managed to ambush them, and now we were late to the party.
But, luckily for us, and unluckily for the Japs, Savo sound was a small patch of water. Five minutes off the beach, and we'd opened fire on the well lit enemy fleet. Both Howe and I had engaged the lead ship, which I'd identified as a
Kongo playing flagship to what appeared to be a cruiser division.
We'd both quickly found the range and after three salvos, whoever was commanding the Japanese fleet had realized he had two very angry fast battleships bearing down on him. But before they turned away, they'd left 62 a parting gift.
I couldn't tell very well from twenty thousand yards away, but
Australia had taken at least one torpedo. As had another destroyer.
I'd had 79 turn to pursue, but after twenty minutes the Japs had opened the range, and I'd decided to double back to help rescue survivors.
We were just coming back around when Perth cued the radio, a worried tone in her voice. "
Hobart?"
Luckily the suspense didn't hang long. "
Oi sis. I'm alright, just a bit banged up. Aussie, 'Berra?"
"
I'm still bloody floating." Australia immediately complained, "
But I'm gonna need a tow. Someone help a mate out?"
"
I'm still here." The younger of the two heavy cruisers spoke up. "
Hey Perth? Is being a SHIP always this weird?"
I glanced back to see Perth just blinked and shrugged in the dim light, "
No clue what you're on about mate."
"
Oh whatever." You could hear the other Aussie rolling her eyes. "
Just get over here and get my boys outta the water."
As we began pulling men from the water, I couldn't help but shake my head. Why was it we always had to pay a price in blood to stop the Japs?
AN: Hey look, Slash went nuts with Photoshop again when brainstorming the battle XD