Chapter 27

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27. The Dawn Here Is Quiet

In fact, in the entire admiral's residence, the only one who could truly wake up at such an early hour was the Haihu. This loyal ship girl always hoped to prove her loyalty through her actions. Although she had been advised many times, she still acted as she pleased. After a few unsuccessful attempts, the admiral, seeing that it didn't affect her condition much, decided to let her be.

As a result, the admiral had a rare leisurely morning stroll every day. He could freely wander around any part of the island, instead of being confined to the headquarters or the archive room, searching for those headache-inducing documents.

However, with such rare leisure time, where should he go?

The admiral stood in the dim and cold corridor, thinking for a moment. A figure quickly came to mind. The ship girl who woke up unusually early would be a good choice.

Just as the admiral was about to go downstairs, a tall, silver-haired figure almost bumped into him.

"Oh, Admiral, you're already up? I was just about to look for you."

Plan Ship No. 1 smiled at the admiral and moved aside.

"It's strange, you're up so early?"

Is something wrong?

Watching the girl descend the stairs obediently, the admiral slowly followed, holding the railing. He looked curiously at Plan Ship No. 1's back and asked.

In his memory, Plan Ship No. 1 never left her room until the sun was high in the sky. Many times, he had to drag her out of her cabin. Otherwise, she wouldn't move. Now, she was up so early, there must be something wrong.

"Can't I wake up early? — But I don't have much confidence saying that."

Plan Ship No. 1 smiled awkwardly and scratched her head.

"Enterprise lost something last night and was complaining. I said I had to go to the bathroom and ran out, so I haven't dared to go back yet."

"Admiral, you should know, once Enterprise starts complaining, she doesn't stop. I don't dare to provoke her. If I go back, I'll be the one in trouble. So I wandered around the island all night, didn't sleep at all."

"Of course, I didn't hear a word about your deep-sea communication, Admiral."

"Even if I did, it doesn't matter. It's already common knowledge."

Looking at the tall, mischievous girl in front of him, the admiral could only shake his head helplessly. He followed her out of the cold base.

Since the sun had just risen, the light wasn't too blinding. 'Hope' and 'Wish' were still far away under the steel frame, happily licking the rye bread that Plan Ship No. 1 had crushed, paying no attention to the dry man.

The pale golden light began to spread from the horizon, weaving countless golden threads through the rusted gaps in the steel, forming beautiful silk. In the sea breeze, the steel structures trembled slightly, making the golden threads resemble the softest hair, tracing a beautiful line across the base.

"… Let's go, let's check on Enterprise and the others."

Pausing to gaze at the beautiful scene, the admiral sighed deeply, expelling all the musty air from his chest. He smiled at the girl beside him and said.

"You have combat missions today, and there are new members. Get familiar with their combat rhythms. There's a tough battle coming up in a month. If anything goes wrong, I won't forgive myself. Do it for me too."

"Admiral, don't you think what you're saying is a bit off?"

Hearing her leader's words, Plan Ship No. 1 shrugged, looking both amused and exasperated. She put her hands behind her head and swayed as she walked toward the ship dormitory.

"Enterprise might jump up hearing that, but I'm not Enterprise. You're using the wrong approach, Admiral. Instead of useless words, I'd rather you get me some vodka. I've never had a drink. Is a Russian who hasn't had a drink still a Russian?"

"Isn't your sister doing fine? I see her asking Sara for rye bread or potato soup all the time." The admiral, following behind, looked at Plan Ship No. 1's swaying silver hair and asked in surprise.

"Sister is sister, I am I. Even sister ships have their differences."

Plan Ship No. 1 shrugged as she walked ahead.

"Besides, Admiral, you're really heartless. We fight and die for you, but you don't even show any attitude. It hurts us."

"Is my attitude bad? I think I'm already quite good… If I were any more lenient, the entire base would fall apart."

"No, not that attitude, a different one."

Plan Ship No. 1 scratched her head, looking a bit puzzled.

"Like, gifts or promises, something to boost morale. While you've done well with our physical needs and rest, you're often unwilling to make promises."

"Women, even if you deceive them, they'll be happy just to hear it, even if they know it's impossible. Just give us some mental comfort."

"Mental comfort?"

Looking at the carefree Plan Ship No. 1 ahead, the admiral frowned and tentatively said,

"Once the deep-sea is defeated, or when we can contact headquarters, I'll treat you to ten crates of vodka. And it will be the highest proof you like. How about that?"

"The quantity sounds good, but the timing isn't right."

"Ah, I've got it."

Walking on the deserted path, the tall Slavic woman, with her back to the sun, put her hands behind her head and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. A wild charm gradually appeared on her face, and a smile formed.

"Admiral, why don't you treat me to vodka for life?"

"Treat you to vodka for life? If I can, of course, no problem."

"Really? Then it's settled. You're so generous, Admiral."

Plan Ship No. 1 shrugged again, facing the admiral.

Humming a tuneless song, the girl continued to walk carelessly in front. Whether it was the admiral's imagination or not, Plan Ship No. 1's steps seemed lighter than usual.

Is she that happy just to get a promise of vodka?

Watching the light-footed ship girl ahead, the admiral shook his head in confusion and slowly followed.

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