While the ship was being built, I started training. Captaining was hard work. I was given increasingly larger ships that I had to use to complete obstacle courses. Soon I was captaining a small cruiser with a forty person crew. I was given updates on how the ship was coming along. A few months of training and the ship was ready for me.

I was allowed to choose some of my crew, so I chose my friends to assist me in my voyages. One day they blindfolded me and led me outside. When I get took the blindfold off, I saw my dream ship in all its glory.

The ship was designed down to the two radar beacons I had drawn on top of the ship. Here's the stats:

Speed: 50 Knots

Length: 585.5 feet

Height: 216.1 feet

Width: 95 feet

Firing Range: 22KM

Maximum Fighting Altitude: 7,000 feet

Amazing right? It is kind of sad I have to take this ship into massive battles.

The first battle, I was sent with an escort to Ireland. Mission: Attack German airplanes carrying supplies. My escort could only protect me for so long. I would have to cross the Atlantic alone before I met up with an escort in Britain. A smaller cruiser would be with be as we flew across the ocean. Once the airstrip was destroyed, we would head back to Britain to refuel. As we were about halfway across the ocean, the smaller cruiser contacted me.

"We're picking up what we think is fifteen enemy fighters on radar. You?" The captain said.

"Yes. Picking it up too. Anti-Aircraft guns at the ready. Descend to 3,000 feet. Over."

I reduced thrust until we were at 3,000 feet. A fog had rolled in so we decided to hover. For a brief moment, I saw the fighters. They passed overhead and continued along. We climbed back up to 6,000 feet to Ireland. The journey took four days to complete. When we saw the airstrip, we got ready to fight. We descended to 1,000 feet.The guns were loaded. As we met up with twenty or thirty Spitfires, we saw something we were not expecting. A flying aircraft carrier. It was docked on the tarmack. I decided to take a shot at it. "Fire!" I yelled, and a moment later, a giant crater was formed in the center of the carrier. Direct hit. The fighters broke away and shot down fighters that had flown up here after the first attack. A few hours later we were docking in Britain after a mission accomplished. It was rare to see unmodified ships. I only saw a small patrol boat. It was casually docked in the bay. It was a shame that we had to destroy the aircraft carrier. It was so beautiful, and could have been a major help to us. But orders are orders, and it was on its way to destroying us, so it had to go. I looked at First officer Michael.

"Shame we had to destroy that carrier, huh?"

"Next time, we try to capture one. Agreed?"

I nodded. These ships were too nice to be blown to pieces.

I'll update tomorrow in the meantime I recommend taking a look at a good book by Dbl-Aron called WASTELAND.