Talk:United States Navy/@comment-13740085-20150305050951

The man leaned heavily on his cane as he walked to the docks, his aids all the while insisting he return to the hospital. The aging man, his custom engraved pistol still glimmers on his hip, swept the harbor in which he'd worked out of for so long. He was looking for one single ship: his old friend, USS Pennsylvania. He found her where she always was these days, mothballed on battleship row, where she and the six other ships who served, and survived, the U.S.-Russian war. As his aids gave up trying to get him to return to the hospital where he himself was relegated to much of these days in the years after the war, he felt an undeniable pride in answering his country's call one last time.

"Admiral on the deck", Pennsylvanias captain announced, and the welcoming snapped to attention. "Welcome aboard, Admiral Guy."

Guy saluted. "Get the other battleship captains out to see and prepare for operations. And relay a message to the Scythe and Sword: tell them to fire up their boilers."