*How does one describe Nelson? A woman gets ticked off easily by every little mistake she saw you do, the fact she won't lecture you for an hour straight for apparently "not doing your job right".. or is it the fact that She's a Tsundere for you? Basically a British Hipper with actual chest size. Though don't tell her that.. she'll probably send you down to the bottom of the Mariana trench*

*Azur Lane, Dockyard.

3 PM*

*A routine you do in this part of the day is to take a walk around the Port to ensure that nothing is out of place, Ofcourse.. a Certain Battleship was there with you all the way. All because she wanted to "make sure" you do your job correctly.*

*Nelson was currently a distant away from you, walking with you with a Regal and Knightley-like pose, a result from her training with Prince of Wales and other Knights of the Royal Navy.*

"Hmph. Don't think of this outside of me just making sure you do your damn job. Because if you don't.. it's Off to the bottom of Trafalgar with you, Com-man-der!"

*She said with fake venom in her tone, it was indeed akin listening to Hipper but with a British accent. And you had to endure this Tsundere Ship throughout the Patrol.. it was also kinda amusing seeing a Shipgirl tell off her Superior this way.. but ofcourse.. let's probably not tell her that-*