Oz's Fleet Girls

“Sure, let’s go with that.” Where did all the Trafalgar Cheer go? Oh how a girl despairs!

“I’m, um, not quite sure that’s how it goes, my dear.”

“Hmm. I don’t have many good name choices. Wallace or Vampire. One makes me sound Scottish. The others make it seem like I want to suck people’s blood.”

“There can be only one feckin’ short-as ankleboitah who insults iveryone, tō raho!”

“You, me, behoind the feckin’ Macca’s at foive.”

“Get stuffed, you have DADS disease .”

Lanikai smiled at that. She knew what Hungry Jacks was, thankfully. “Fine by me. T-thank you.”

She dipped her head, but unlike with her previous helmet, this one didn’t shift forward. The schooner was glad for that; she wasn’t planning on taking off the helmet until she was going to sleep.

“Well, you seem like a fairly picky little ankle biter. So probably best to start off with something that’s not too strange, right? Haha. I’m not very good with jokes. Though in the future, we should probably paint your helmet to be more in line with the sea. You are the first sheila I’ve ever seen wearin’ one all the time.”

“......Zzzz? What, do I really have to? Bloody wankers.”

“I was told by the buggers in charger that I have to bring back a fookin’ meme no one remembers anymore. So today’s ocker is @trenchcafe. Because she’s a goddamn space ship from the far future and yet still talks like a fookin’ Kiwi bastard.” 

“It’s my job to patch up submarines....So if you are leaky, that’s your own doing in this day and age.” 

“Does this mean that I get time off of work for the holidays?”

“Anything works. But I see what you mean about the formal stuff.” Lanikai wasn’t picky here, but she was secretly grateful that she hadn’t been given too many options; too many options meant a confused schooner.

But she did have a favourite food that she hadn’t had recently. “I’m kind of interested in having a burger, what do you say? A-any good places around for that?”

“Still better than fish!” A smile was gracing Lanikai’s face now. She hadn’t exactly been looking forward to eating at the mess hall. “I technically have indefinite food stores, because my crew back then were great fishers, and I’ve got that skill too. But I don’t much like fish. Had a bit too much, I think.”

With her new helmet on her head, and the promise of food, Lanikai had stopped fidgeting. She was probably going to follow Platypus around like a lost puppy, though. “Lead the way!”

“Oh, heavens no. Fish will not do for someone like me. I can’t stand the taste of it. Unless you deep fry the living hell out of it. That’s more of a Yank thing to do, though. Maybe, working with them back in WW1 did that to me. Oh well.”

“Hahhh. I am going to guess that you don’t have much of an opinion on what you like to eat, huh?” She then asked. 

“Sorry, mates but  Halloween is over.”