Chapter 37: Nuptials
Author's Note: There's a scene with anal sex in this chapter. Please skip over the scene if that's not your thing. Enjoy!
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"There it goes! Another Swabian battleship has just exploded! Did you see that?"
"Keep up your firing and pick another target! There's plenty to go around!"
The radio in front of Jack's desk crackled endlessly as his senior naval commanders reported on the progress of battle. Jack listened with rapt attention, especially as the reports of Swabian casualties kept coming in.
"The battleship is starting to list! We've got her!"
Jack grabbed the radio. "Great shooting out there, Russ. Keep it up and don't let them get away!"
A reply came back almost instantly. "No way, Jack. The Swabians aren't getting away from us. Not today."
Jack grinned as he put the radio down and looked over to see the happy faces of the other people in the room with him. Greg and Art were on either side of him and had been ever since this battle began earlier that afternoon. It only started by pure coincidence, with the Galician fleet out patrolling the waters not far from the Swabian island of Selz. Reports came in of an enemy presence on the horizon, and it was quickly realized that the day everyone had been waiting on had arrived.
The Galician fleet would finally get their chance to tangle with their hated adversaries.
Since the beginning of the battle, Jack had been getting regular updates from his two admirals, Russell Taylor as well as Colin Godfrey (who had defected to Jack's side before Kalmar fell). Abigail was also reporting in on her own, and so far the
Destiny
had only managed to sink a single Swabian destroyer in the engagement.
It wasn't for a lack of trying. By all reports, the Swabian fleet was powerful in its own right, and had the Galician fleet not stumbled into them that morning, any potential engagement would have gone through more planning than what actually panned out. That wasn't to say that Jack's men were having a tough time of it though.
Quite the opposite judging by the radio chatter.
"We got another one!" said Colin over the radio. "That cruiser is dead in the water!"
Jack flashed a thumbs-up over to Greg and Art as another casualty was confirmed.
"At this rate, they're going to destroy the entire Swabian fleet," said Art with a wide grin. "They might even be able to end this war tonight."
"We can only hope but I doubt we'll get that lucky," said Jack. "Let's just hope their gunners don't get any better before this whole thing is over."
The battle continued to progress through the early evening hours and even after so much time was spent just listening to the radio, no one bothered to leave the room. It had been over two months since the city of Kalmar fell and Eric Rosdahl was killed, and for many of them, it was the most action they'd seen since then.
What a busy two months it had been too. Two weeks after the city fell, Jack was officially coronated as the Galician King, an event that hadn't happened in over two hundred years. The effect on the people of Kalmar was momentous indeed, many of them never expecting the Kincardine family to return to Galicia. Jack's arrival in the country coincided with the death of the hated Regent, and for the first time in generations, the Galician people were hopeful for a better future.
That also involved rebuilding their city. Kalmar had suffered terribly in the siege, and a good portion of it had burned down in the ensuing fire. When faced with such a calamity, no one would have blamed the people of Kalmar for giving up due to adversity but they did nothing of the sort. The day after the fire, the people of the city were hard at work rebuilding what was lost. A month after the blaze, most of Kalmar looked just like it did before the battle. Even the Galician Castle was nearing completion, and Jack had formally moved into the building just before the coronation.
Big things were happening in Galicia and there wasn't a better time for them. With their ancient enemy temporarily humbled and wounded, Jack could afford to devote the time to rebuilding the country, however he was acutely aware that this time wouldn't last forever.
Sooner or later, the Swabian beast would strike again. Today was just such a reminder that the war was far from over.
More than anything, Jack wished he was there with his fleet in the thick of the action. It was a position he was used to from his rise through the ranks, and commanding from this distance away seemed like a foreign concept to him.
That was something he was still getting used to. Being a king meant he couldn't lead the military from the front lines. He had to learn to rely on his commanders and truly accept that others could carry out his will without his physical presence.
It was perhaps one of the biggest lessons about being king that Jack had to learn, and there was still much he needed to be taught. Bill had been teaching him what he could but it quickly became apparent to Jack that running a country was very different from running a ship.
No matter how much he learned, there always seemed to be one subject that would get him in trouble, but Jack digested as much information about being king as he could mentally take at one time.
Thankfully, war was something that he understood much easier, and listening to the battle unfold on the radio was much preferable to running the country at that moment.
"Don't let them slip away! They're turning back to Swabia!"
"Jack, permission to continue pursuit? They are turning tail back to where they came from," said Russ over the radio.
"Pursue as long as you can but when the sun goes down, you can pull back," ordered Jack.
For the next hour or so, the sun continued to set while the naval engagement eventually ran its course. By nightfall, the Swabians were in full retreat and a rough count of the casualty figures had been put together.
Altogether, the Galician side had lost two cruisers and two destroyers in the fight, with the majority of their crews having been lost at sea. In addition, several of the larger ships suffered minor damage although it was nothing that couldn't be fixed back at Kalmar.
The Swabians took a heavy beating in the battle. Jack's forces accounted for the destruction of two battleships, three cruisers, and seven destroyers in the fight--a crippling blow to an enemy who had gotten used to having control of the seas.
The Swabians had been looking for a fight and they surely found one. Jack was very thankful that his forces had survived without any heavier casualties, and if this victory meant the Swabians would need to take time to lick their wounds, it also opened up many possibilities for his forces.
Without a Swabian fleet to threaten the West, Jack's next move would be much less risky. Perhaps the end of the war could finally be in sight?
As the radio chatter truly died down, Jack looked over at his leading generals. "It seems that we've been given a real blessing today. With the Swabians off the seas temporarily, think of what we could do in the interim?"
Art gave Jack a puzzled look. "Do you really think they will pull back entirely to Swabia now? The fleet I mean? It doesn't seem like they had many vessels lost."
"It's enough that they'll want to regroup," said Jack. "A loss of that magnitude will require them to rethink their strategy. How long that will take, I can't say but I would guess we've definitely earned a window to work with here that we didn't have before."
"Not having to worry about the enemy while we ferry troops between the islands would be nice," said Greg. "Especially given that half of our army is still in Apulia."
That was a fair point. While most of the Galician Army was camped right outside of Kalmar, the other foreign contingents that made up the Allied Army were still in Apulia, awaiting instruction. The Picard and Carinthian forces were still the same size as they'd been, but Santino had been busy in the last two months recruiting more men for the budding Apulian Army. In all, Santino now boasted an additional five thousand men in his ranks. When combined with Jack's forces, it gave him an army that was fifty-five thousand men strong.
A force that formidable could very well be taken to the Swabian islands. Jack envisioned that force landing outside of Dagobern and putting an end to the conflict by snuffing out the forces of Emperor Avila.
Before such a thing could happen though, they would have to decide formally where to go. And there were many in Jack's alliance that wanted to go elsewhere.
Of course Picardy weighed on his mind. Every message from Aedan reminded him that his homeland was still subjugated by the Swabians. The Picard monarch wouldn't be truly satisfied until every last Swabian had been booted from the country, and that option was just as strong as the Swabian one.
"At least the army has moved to the south island," said Jack, replying to Greg's last statement. "Santino has moved all his forces to the city of Monticello, which is just across the sea from Swabia. It's also a more centralized location than Marmora and will allow us to either strike east or strike south depending on what we choose."
"We might as well strike south while we can," argued Art. "Think about what could happen if we take on the Swabian home islands directly. We could strike another decisive blow that they'll never recover from. We could take the island of Selz or even perhaps Lindau! You know that Lindau was Galician at one point, right? Imagine if we could reclaim it!"
Jack put his hands up to slow down the excited general. "We have a lot of options in front of us right now but we'll sit down together, all of us, and pick the right one. As tempting as it is to invade Swabia right now, we've only wounded their fleet. We haven't destroyed it yet. And I've seen what can happen when warships get ahold of transports. It's not pretty." Jack then gave Art a tiny smirk. "Although it would be very fitting to take this chance to invade Cormfeld just to piss of Avila."
Art grinned. "Your words, Jack, not mine. It sounds like you could just as easily get onboard with that idea."
"That I could," replied Jack. "Or even Picardy too. But we'll decide together one way or another."
