"So I've been sunk for five years?" Bismarck asked, his heart heavy with the knowledge Mons had just given him.

"Yes, what's the last thing you remember?"

"the battle...I was just launched, but they needed me badly. It was a trap...I never got a chance."

"Well, you're safe now, child."

"Thanks...for saving me, what now?"

"Now? Now, I'm not sure."

"Can I ask something from you?"

"Of course."

"Can you take me home, please? It's time I return and take my place as the ship I was meant to be."

"I don't think that's a good idea, child."

"Please, I beg of you, take me home."

Mons looked at Bismarck, his eyes looking over him before sighing and agreeing to do as Bismarck wished. Bismarck's face became relieved, full of hope at the prospect of returning home. "Just one more. Can I get some clothes?"

Bismarck was walking along the road only a few feet from his nation's naval base. Mons had to drop him off a bit away since he wanted to remain hidden, but he would be waiting in case anything went wrong, so Bismarck was at least a little comforted by that fact. Plus, the clothes were nice; he gave him an almost replica of his old outfit. It proudly displayed his rank and status as king of the Kriegsmarine. Looking up, he realized he had zoned out and was at the gate. Strangely, it had no guards, just a gate and what looked like an intercom. Shrugging, he walked over to it and pressed the button, and the gates swung open. Bismarck frowned at this. It was too easy; anyone could open the gate with a button. He added it to a list of things he'd fix when he was in charge.

Walking through the base, he noticed that the streets looked empty. The base felt barren. Where could everyone be? Where are the guards? Where are the workers? The only thing that signified there was life was the lights shining dimly in the early dusk, and the ships docked in the harbor. Two looked exactly like his. They wouldn't replace him, right? No, of course not. They were his sisters or brothers. People that were just holding his seat till he came back to rule. With a smile back on his face, he looked around the base and realized that one of the buildings had a lot of noise coming from it: a bar. Of course, the soldiers would be at the bar. It was after basic training and drill hours. Naturally, they would go for a beer. Fixing his uniform, he walked over to the noisy bar. As he got closer, the voices became more precise and more... feminine? Maybe it was the Wives? No, he couldn't hear any male voices as he stood at the door. No loud belly laughs, no gruff voice that signaled authority, and not a single deep voice. Confused, Bismarck made himself as authoritative as possible. Slicking his hair, straightening his back, and squaring his shoulders

When he opened the door, he expected everyone to salute and stand at attention to his presence, but all he got was confused looks and a loud "Who the hell are you?" from somewhere in the crowd. Flabergasted, Bismarck replied, "I'm Bismarck, terror of the seas and leader of the Kriegsmarine.". Then they laughed; how could they? Didn't they know who he was? His face turned red with rage, and he yelled at them to be quiet, and they did. They stopped laughing, but smiles were still present on all their faces.

One of the girls walked up to him. She was blond, six foot, and had brilliant blonde hair. She stopped before him. he was taller than her by a good 4 inches, but she looked like him as if he were a girl. "I am Bismarck, not you," she stated flatly to him.

"Impossible; you must cease these imposter actions at once."

"Sorry, but you're the imposter here."

"Lies." he spat out, his anger growing at this woman who dared to impersonate him. So he decided to summon his flagstaff. Indeed that would show these simpletons that he was the actual Bismarck, the true Bismarck. He held out his hand, and in it formed the flagstaff of the flagship from brilliant blue wisdom cubes. He looked at he smugly as if daring her to top that, as only the true flagship could wield it.

But then she held at her hand, and the staff flew from his hand to hers. This was impossible, he thought. He tried to summon his staff again, but it didn't respond. It stood firmly in her hands. "Enough of these games wench." He spat out as he summoned his rigging. Though repaired by Mons, his rigging and ship were still rusted, but it still served its purpose. This seemed to shock both her and the crowd at the bar, but soon, others summoned their rigging and aimed it at him. No, it was a stand-off, but then someone else walked into the bar, and Both Bismarcks recognized her immediately. "Sister!" they both yelled at the same time. She smiled at the Female Bismarck but frowned at the Male Bismarck. "Do I know you?" she asked, her face laced with confusion and concern as she looked around at the situation.

"I-I am your brother. We never met, but I received photos of you at your launch.""I'm sorry, but I have no idea who you are." She stepped towards the female Bismarck and summoned her rigging to defend her sister. Then it clicked for him. he HAD been replaced, and this female Bismarck was his replacement. His heart sank, and he felt broken. His nation and people replaced him. His rigging faded, and he ran. They tried to catch him but were too late and too slow. He ran and ran and ran. Tears streamed from his eyes as his whole world crumbled before him. He didn't know where he was going, nor did he care. Exiting the base, he ran into the jungle near it before tripping, curling into a ball, and continued to cry. His body racked with sobs, and tears stained his face. All he was meant to be and was meant to do was gone. He was nothing, and he would lead nothing. "shh, everything will be alright child" a deep voice told him as he felt arms wrap around him. Giving him comfort and love."I am here, and everything is going to be alright."