Somewhere north of South Georgia.
Onboard a fishing vessel.

Phil never liked these trips, fishing for tuna was a bothersome task with a large fishing vessel. With a small skimpy craft like this it was basically a nightmare.
Craft might have been a bit of an overstatement for their boat, some sort of dinghy with a roof on it as best.

Phil's uncle Paul was the owner of the "Valiant trueborn heart". And if he knew how much his nephew really hated his fine vessel he would have the little brat scrub the deck with a toothbrush!
And he would be sad, but Paul would never admit that.
Such a penalty would probably take only an hour or so anyway.

Paul was wrestling with some nets, and while doing so it got caught in his large mustache and comically large wading boots he wore for god know what reason. Phil was the one seeking divine aid for why he had been caught here with his stupid uncle instead of doing something of worth, he could perhaps have joined the army of the empire.
He reclined and dreamed of the red dress uniforms he had seen pictures of, those where the soldiers guarded the palace in London.

His dream of glory was cut short though by a bucket of fish entrails being dumped on his stomach.
-"Stop sittin' there son, we got some fish to catch!!" Paul was ultimately positive, almost at all times. Something which drove Phil even more crazy.

Phil had had enough and begun a heated argument with his uncle, who wouldn't let his lazy nephew dictate what was best for anyone as young as he was.
Phil did have some points though. The small boat had gone far off into the ocean, and was on dangerously deep waters. With only a pair of cods as a catch, one which they had eaten already, to say the 8 day trip had been less than successful was an understatement.

The argument had gotten rather heated when suddenly Paul stopped, and dumbfoundedly stared off into the distant behind Phil.
Phil thought this was some other of his uncles abhorrently poor jokes about seagulls or something and tried to keep his uncle from dodging the topic.
But when his nephew kept blurting on Paul got tired, and without even moving his eyes he took a firm grip with his rugged strong hands of Phil's head and jaw and literally forced him to watch.

Both were gawking, shocked into silence by the leviathan warship only 50 metres or so away.
They only regained their composure when the waves from the massive ship strewn with guns and armour almost tipped the "Valiant trueborn heart" over, and Paul barely held on, especially when he had to catch Phil and keep him from being dragged overboard.

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Onboard Bismarck.

-"Why haven't i been informed?" Kunz Hoehner was fuming. Not only was the sighting report barely made, the Bismarck had almost run the poor thing over as well.

-"Sir.... it appeared as simple debris sir...." a nervous radio officer reported.
Kunz was close to slapping the young officer across the face, but refrained. Partly since letting emotion through was not fleet tradition, and partly he didn't properly have the strength to do so because of his injuries.

-"Imbeciles, idiots." Hoehner muttered, but calmed down.

-"Why didn't the seaplane spot it?" He spat out.

-"Both seaplanes were undergoing routine maintenance." A quick reply came, Kunz didn't even bother to acknowledge who said it, he only shook his head slowly and widely so everyone could see.

-"That thing could have been a mine, or even a submersible Commonwealth Alliance assault craft, and the lookouts assessment of the situation was that it 'might be debris'?" The captains blunt expression was more puzzled than angry now, but his face was still red with fury and to say he was irritated was an understatement.
-"Make sure the lookout reporting this is disciplined, and in the future any strange findings should be reassessed and reassessed before being dismissed. And regardless of what we don't want to be running into it anyway." He kept going, with every word he calmed more and more.

Anger didn't suit him, Kunz knew that. But this situation had been exceptionally poorly executed.

-"So should we open fire upon the vessel?" One of the bridge support staff asked.
Kunz Hoehner just looked upon the officer who had asked the question with a weary tired look. Then he shook his head again.

-"No, just leave it. A civilian boat like this pose no threat to our ship, and we can assume it doesn't have any proper communications equipment to contact the enemy. Just leave it alone, it'll probably sink from our waves alone by the looks of it." Kunz rubbed his face.
-"I'll return to my quarters." The captain spoke in a broken voice, partly because of weariness but primarily because of his poor sleep the last few days.
He left the bridge.

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On the "Valiant trueborn heart"

The waves almost capsized the fishing trawler.... if you could even call it that.

Paul was scrambling in the cabin, he might be a poor fisherman, but he was a survival nut, and kept a radio at hand at all times.
He radioed home.
The message would doubtlessly go through a multitude of command chain layers, distances and the fact that a unsuccessful fisherman was the one that sent it, but the message goes.
[pre]To: the highest authority within the grand empire of great britain, my prideful home.
From: captain Phil Thomas of the Valiant Trueborn Heart.

My vessel has spotted a HUUUUGE!!! Ship! It's the size of two cargo ships, perhaps more, it's so large it even got ships hanging on its sides!
The thing tried to sink us but couldn't manage to hit us with its poorly aimed ram, but i knew it was after me. And i skillfully maneuvered out of the way!

I will be happy to provide all the details possible![/pre]
[hider=Info for britain. OOC stuff.]
This info will go through all manner of places before reaching where it should, you know what kind of places. Doubting officers, etcetera.
And while this guy will happily provide information, he has actuall little clue of how vessels should act.
[/hider]

As a strange play of fate, while sitting on the deck with his legs splayed out like a vee and gasping in disbelief, Phil realized that he had the ugliest wolffish he'd ever seen in his grasp.
At least they didn't have to eat more cod, and this was truly a story to bring home.