Battleships, monsters made of steel and oil, War machines whose barrels bellow smoke and spew fire. A battleship's Purpose is to out gun the enemy, to rain judgment on any who enter there sights. But one battleship, Did not get to go down in glory, did not die fighting a strong enemy, but with her main guns silent and to a hidden enemy. This Ship Lost to time, now once again rises.

-Will include reader choice and input.
This is the first story o wrote and I decided to rewrite it on scribble hub to share! I'm fairly still new to writing so advice is welcome!