Alternative Jutland (fiction)

[antikristuseke]

This is some of the best fiction i have ever read. Basicaly describing an alternative outcome of the battle of Jutland.
http://www.thequickbluefox.com/letterstime_main.html
Here is a small outtake from the story of HMS Monarch

The steam pouring out of the main condenser inlet filled the condenser room, partly concealing the feedwater gushing from the smashed auxiliary condenser. Flying fragments of coal had spread like shrapnel throughout the room and together with the shell splinters had cut down most of the duty watch. More coal kept falling out of the bulged and broken bulkhead to the coal bunker, where the 12" shell had detonated, barely 5 feet past the armour. The transverse bulkhead between the engine and condenser rooms had managed to keep out the splinters from the turbines, and the engine room watch was already closing off the valves and attempting to bypass the damage. PO Baker, bleeding from minor cuts, dragged the body of Sub Lt (E) Ewing out of the way and made for the main steam valve. Disregarded and stained red, the Condenser Room log lay among the debris

The third shell to hit Monarch detonated just above the protective deck and in the Paint Store immediately above the Dynamo room. The shock fractured the coupling of No2 Dynamo and bent the armature. It's rotation saw the rotor slice into the coils and destroy the windings, fusing its circuits. The shock was enough to also lift the switchboard off its hinges and leave it dangling from its wires. Though the protective deck was bent down and partly holed, most of the fragments were kept out but the three electricians clustered around the switchboard were slashed by the fragments scabbing off the edges of the hole. Down below in the Pump Room, Leading Seaman Jarvie felt the jolt and saw the lights fade. Racing out and up to the Dynamo Room the passage was illuminated by the blue flashes from the ruined switchboard. Fumes from the detonation seeped through the room, making him gasp and choke. Carefully picking his way through the debris, he checked the bodies and then turned his attention to the dangling switchboard. By a minor miracle, he was able to isolate No2 Dynamo and restore power to most circuits. Burning paint now began to seep down through the holed protective deck.

The broken body of Able Seaman Wagstaff remained tangled with the rungs inside the tripod leg. The storm of fragments from the fore superstructure hit had swept through the plating like so much tissue paper.

Another salvo was plunging down upon Monarch. One shell would end its flight against the armour of 'Y' turret.