"Double fuck." Adrian thought as the rounds cut near him damaging the wooden deck and sending splinters of wood into his back, his bandage on his hand had fallen off long ago though the wound was tender it was mostly healed. He stood up and felt the warm blood running down his back, he walked through the smoke drifting from the other ships still floating. He slumped against a wall of the ship and passed in and out of consciousness from the smoke inhalation and his wounds, the inky blackness around his vision seemed to mock him as the Marine remembered the fight on Java.
("Double fuck"! Lmfao, this guy!)
Another salvo slammed out from
Walker, and this one looked on target, but there were no explosions. Either they were shooting long by just a hair, or the shells were passing through the thin-skinned Japanese ships without detonating.
"That's it!" shouted Garrett into his comm. "No change! No change! Rapid fire, let her have it!" The geysers erupting around the advancing enemy now resembled those that had bracketed
Exeter a short time before, if not in size then certainly in volume.
"Skipper," Dirk's PO spoke up. Captain Blinn on
Pope sends to execute a starboard turn in column and prepare to fire torpedoes." Blinn was senior to both Dirk and Captain Atkinson on
Mahan and had authority over the three American DDs.
"Very well, acknowledge. Mr. Kutas, bring us in behind
Mahan when she makes her turn."
Back aft the torpedo officer adjusted his headset while an ordinance striker fiddled with the connection linking the antiquated torpedo director to the mounts on the starboard side. As the four destroyers accelerated to block the enemy thrust, his eyes burned when they turned into their own smoke screen.
"Sir," commented Kutas. "
Exeter's firing torpedoes." He pointed at the cruiser, now off their port bow. Puffs of smoke drifted from her amidships tubes, but the splashes when the weapons hit the water couldn't be distinguished from those of the enemy shells. Then, as they looked on, there was a small reddish flash between
Exeter's two funnels. A column of black smoke rocketed skyward and a cloud of escaping steam enshrouded her amidships. Except for the racket of the blowers and the wind, there was stunned silence in
Walker's pilothouse, broken only by someone's soft, pleading murmur.
"No, oh no... no, please no..."
Dirk didn't know who said it. It might have been him. Somebody cursed loudly.
Exeter's speed dropped to nearly nothing, as if she'd slammed into a wall. Shells rained down and more began to hit as she wallowed on helplessly at barely four knots. The Allied destroyers executed another turn, in column, and ran up Exeter's starboard side, placing themselves between the doomed cruiser and the oncoming enemy ships. Through the thinning haze of the smoke screen, the Japanese cruisers were visible, much closer than before. At the head of the line, smoke and steam spewed from
Encounter as her torpedoes leaped into the sea. The two American destroyers ahead followed suit.
"Engage as they bear with the starboard tubes," Dirk yelled.
"Aye, aye, sir!" came the reply. "Torpedo action starboard! In salvo! Fire one, fire three, fire five! Fire seven, fire nine, fire eleven!"
Dirk peered around the chart house. The amidships deckhouse was in the way, but he saw the cutoff-looking muzzles of the pair of starboard triple launchers angled out thirty degrees from the side of the ship. As he watched, the first three 21-inch MK-15 torpedoes thumped out, one after another, the sun shining on their burnished metal bodies as they plunged into the sea with enormous concave splashes. They disappeared, but a moment later dense trails of effervescent bubbles rose to the surface in their wakes as someone back aft shouted "FISH IN THE WATER! FISH IN THE WATER!" There were only three trails, however.
"Sir, there's a casualty on the number-three mount. They don't know what it is yet, but the fish are secure."
Dirk swallowed a curse. It probably wasn't anyone's fault, just worn out equipment. "Very well. Let me know what you find out. Light a fire under it, though. I want those torpedoes!"
Someone spotted Adrian and rushed over to him, shaking him hard to try and wake him up fully as the Zero started coming around again. "Hey, dude! Get up, we can't have you just lying around here, you're liable to have your head blown off!" It was right about then that Exeter received her first hit that sealed her fate and the sailor jerked his head to look in shock and disbelief. "Ohh SHIT! The Brit cruiser's hit and bad!"