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>The trip had been planned for a long time

>the drive was going to be many hours long, and it was going to be all interstate

>Zoey was going to have to spend eight hours in the tragic backseat on in the little hatchback

>She couldn’t lie down either because of the boot wasn’t enough, a big bag had to be placed in the back seat

>half of the journey she had to sit behind her mother, who was constantly snoring and her dad playing nothing but stupid rock music

>And the second half of the journey, her parents swapped places, meaning poor Zoey had to sit behind her dad who rolled his seat ALL THE WAY back

>And while her mother didn’t listen to annoying music, she couldn’t drive for jack shit

>Zoey resorts to what any 17 year old girl would do while being confronted with a situation that isn’t interesting

>Fire up that cell phone

>however, the only thing more irritating than not having an internet connection is having one that messes with you

>Loading slowly

>giving you hope before it tells you that it can’t connect

>She slams the phone against the stack of clothes, lets out very displeased sigh, plucks her earbuds in and stares out the window

>LA was still many hours away

>the music ends only an hour later when the phone runs out of battery

>Zoey had no where to channel her frustration so just resorts to trying to sleep on the pile of luggage next to her


“Little bun!”

>”Daad, i have a name”

“So, for tomorrow. Mom is meeting her friends from the book club, and-”

”Yes! I am And i’d love to bring you along! i’ve told them so much about you and they all want to finally see you!

>of all the things Zoey didn’t want to do, being dragged along to one of mom’s book club meeting was VERY high up

>“No thanks”

”But you can’t stay all day staring on your phone in the hotel room”

>“Just let me go and see-”

”You are not going around on your own. Especially not on your first day here”

>”Come on! You’re going to see your creepy friends, and dad’s gonna do some lame shit! Let me do something fun!”

“Lame? I haven’t told you what i am going to do!”

>”Be lame for years and your next day will be lame as well”

“You have fun at the book club then!”


>her dad makes a very dad-y laugh


“Grandpa served in the Navy you know”

>”Yeah, it was hard not to notice the 50 guys in uniform at the funeral”

“I’ll go to the ship he served on tomorrow. Just pretend you are interested and you won’t have to go to the book club”

“Chuck! You know i wanted her for the meeting”

“Come on, think she is going to come with you as long as she is conscious?”

“How can you even say that?”

“Why don’t you ask her instead?”

“Honey, you don’t want to follow dad and look at some old boat, or-”

>”Mom. Dad is lame, but it’s better than your friends”

>And while she didn’t say it out loud, her had was too interested in “lame stuff” to bother her and tell her to put the phone away


>so it was decided

>Zoey would not have to follow her mom to the book club’s special LA meeting as long as she pretended to be interested in some old boat

>The took some taxi down to the harbor

“Alright Zoe, there she is!”

>”Thats it?

“That is the USS Iowa, young Lady”

>”It’s Bigger than i thought, and the cannons..”

“Come on now, there is a tour starting in 10 minutes and we have tickets”


>For the first time in her life, Zoey stood on board any sort of boat that didn’t rock at all

>the waves didn’t seem to bother the 50 thousand ton leviathan the slightest

>But she still had to be dragged along with dad for like all day

>The guy was such a nerd, and he was going to tell some boooring history about everything on it

>The tour starts and the Guy telling everything is wayy too enthusiastic about it all

>Just, like, go at the back with the phone and no one will bother me

>This was Zoey’s plan and it worked very well for the first 10 minutes of the tour

>She did however spend a few seconds to many looking on that girl who was _so_ good with her make up

>The is left behind by the group

>”uhm, guys?!”

>”The said engine room, right?”

>Zoey looks at the small yellow chain hanging across a door opening and leading down deeper into the ship

>Just as she has climbed down the stairs, some noise is coming from behind her

>”Guys?!”.... “dad?”

>She was starting to get scared at this point

>No sunlight

>All corridors looked the same

>She couldn’t find the stairs leading back up

>Out of routine, she slide her phone up from her pocket

>No reception

>But the distraction of looking at the phone means Zoey missed a staircase and fell down on the hard steel floor


>The phone seems to have hit something and sliders away, causing Zoey to stumble after it

>But it was all in vain, the phone is dead from the drop

>Zoey screams out her frustration, spinning on the spot and hammering the walls

>However, hammering the walls of the engine room of an Iowa class battleship with your bare hands turned out to be a very bad idea

>After a few minutes of feeling sorry for herself, Zoet stands up and tries to see where she actually is

>Some kind of engine room

>All kinds of big machines she had no idea what they did

It can be daaangerous to walk around in a big Battleship all on your own~

>”Who said that!?”

>Someone else was down here

>It was a voice, and it sounded way too playful for Zoey to feel comfortable

>”come on, stop playing with me!”

>instead of anything coherent,  Zoey was met with… giggling?

>”help me get out of here instead!”

>...

>no response

>Zoey instead heard what must be steps

>shoes hitting the cold metal floor, but it was coming from underneath

>”S-show yourself!”

>Zoey was now getting scared

>She was looking over her shoulder, but just as she was turning around she saw something among all dark machines in the dimmed light

>something yellow, or gold. And it was a flowing movement.

>...hair?



>”come on I just want to get out!”

Sooo, I should help you?

>the voice again, and this time it came from behind

>but as Zoey turned to face the source of the sound, no one was there

>”p-please”

Just like that~?

>The voice was closer this time, and came from Zoey’s left

>fast as lightning, she snapped her head left, to see who was behind the voice

>She was almost fast enough this time, and sees a hint of blond hair

>throwing caution  to the wind, she rushes towards whatever spoke to her

>but she slips and falls

>when she opens her eyes after the fall, all lights are out, and the belly of the ship becomes pitch black

>there was no point in continuing this

>fear is creeping up on her, and she takes a fetal position

>She is shaking a bit

>For several minutes, she does nothing but lie still and sob

Have you given up?


>whoever was speaking to her was standing right next to her now

>”p-please help me out”

Camaaaan, have you given up or not?

>Zoey pondered her options

>”yes”

So, you want my help to get out?

>the voice sounded a bit more business like now

>but still had a playful tone

I can help , but you have to do something for me, alright~

>”I'll do anything. Please”

Oh baby. Alright, then, you are-

>the lights flickered on

>a woman stood above Zoey

>She has a pale complexion, a large build, long, gold blonde hair, and deep blue eyes with irises shaped like…stars?

>her outfit was strange to say the least

>it looked very very remotely navy, with the shirt, but it was tied up under her clear,  accenting her very large assets

>She didn't wear any pants as such, but rather a very short skirt that doubled as a garter belt, holding up a pair of  red, white and blue stockings

You're going to be all mine for a few hours now~

>Zoey desperately struggled for words, trying to me any sense at all out of the situation

>But slowly, shock turned into awe

>She froze

>what stood in front of her was the personification of the greatest country on earth

>Somewhere, a bald eagle shed a tear

Seems like you are lost for words, huh? Oh and these? They’re real. All sixteen inches

>She giggled again

>Deep inside Zoey, a fire started burning, warming her up

>One might think it was for the greatness in front of her

>And to a certain extent, it was

>But it was also due to a sudden hatred towards anything remotely communist

>Lust’s fire was fueled by Vietnamese children, apparently

>The woman extends her arm towards Zoey

>She is wearing gloves

>Their fabric is white and thin, and they were long, going way up her arms

>She appears to have to have some kind of thicker glove, this one in a darker fabric without fingers, just covering just the palm of her hand and her wrist

>Zoey reaches out to meet her arm, and is quickly

Come on now!

>The woman is smiling like mad, her eyes almost shining

>She is a lot taller than Zoey is, and a lot stronger

Don’t be shy! We are going to have SO much fun together! Struggling won’t help you aaaaanything at all~
>Zoey neither wanted or could resist as the big blond was dragging her along the depths of the big shipAT