The others were also looking at her, expecting an answer immediately.īefore she could do so, the sound of shells whistling through the air alerted them of enemy gunfire. As she looks at her commander, the flagship was asking her what had taken her attention from the task at hand. The operational range of all available aircraft from captured French air bases fell far too short for them to successfully reach.Īs her mind overclocks itself to think of this anomalous situation, she jumps slightly as King George V was shouting at her through the radio already. The Luftwaffe was also out of the question. But she immediately shot it down, as she reasons to herself that HMS Illustrious and HMS Ark Royal doesn’t have planes these numerous, or as fast. Her brain quickly told her that these were Royal Navy Fairey Swordfish en route to help with the sinking of the Bismarck. She stared at it with confusion and suspicion. She could see that numerous, small unidentified contacts speeding through towards them in the southwest direction.
Suddenly, her attention was diverted to her air radar. The sight of her agony amuses her greatly. While said ship was nowhere in sight, one of the ships that defeated, then captured, then turned her was here, and they would turn their emotions to her for the moment, releasing some of their pent-up anger. The cry of ‘ Sink the Hood!’ was still in the air following the apparent betrayal of the then-symbol of the Royal Navy. All three had savage grins on their faces, and she couldn’t blame them really. Right beside her was the flagship, HMS King George V, and just a few meters away were HMS Dorsetshire and HMS Norfolk. Her eyes took a quick peep of her fellows joining her in this momentous occasion. This is the experience HMS Rodney was feeling right now, and she loved every second of it. Shells whizzing through the air and hitting her target were a bonus and the smell of cordite was like a drug to her. The sound of her main guns firing were music to her ears.
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