Giantessgirl Novel:The Abyss of the Atlantic--Introduce

This novel was written in 2018. I wrote it after watching the wonderful submarine movie "Das Boot". This novel is about giantessifying(personifying) a U-boat , similar to Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.What I have to say is that my novels often spend a lot of time describing the settings and characters...

I am working hard to translate it into English completely and without any grammatical errors.  If possible I will also translate it into German and Japanese

Similarly, since accurate manual translation will take up a lot of my time, it is only open to subscribers, please understand.

Preface

Having a unbridled imagination is one of humanity’s most primal instincts.

We possess this gift from a very young age—it’s a talent everyone has. This is a gift from God to help humans better build their civilization.

Therefore, we can see from ancient cave paintings that tens of thousands of years ago, our ancestors were already expressing their fantasies, delusions, and obsessions about all the mysterious phenomena of this world. Their abilities were not sufficient to understand the full picture of the world, but they used their imagination to speculate on what the world should be like.

Now, many mysteries have been revealed, but there are still many that do not have a reasonable and correct answer as we expected…

Without imagination, there is no creativity; without creativity, there is no innovation; without innovation… I dare not imagine what human civilization would become without innovation, but I know that people without imagination must be boring and dull.

So, thousands of years ago, when someone said that seeds could be planted in the soil and then grow more seeds, people thought he was crazy; hundreds of years ago, when someone said that a machine could turn steam into powerful energy, people thought he was sick; decades ago, when someone said that machines would have self-awareness, people would put him in a mental hospital.

Now if I say, there was once a bottomless abyss in the Atlantic Ocean,and she devoured countless passing allied powers‘ merchant ships and convoys during World War II.would anyone believe it?

introduction

July 1917, Norwich Radio Telegraph Station.

“Sir, we have received an unusual radio signal!”

“Connect it, let’s see what it is.”

(Silence, followed by a series of telegraph beeps)

“It’s in plain text, a distress signal written in German and English.”

“German? A German ship? Where is it coming from?”

“It seems to be from a location not far from the Port of London. Additionally, I feel this might be a signal from a military radio.”

“Military radio? Is it encrypted?”

“No. It just feels like a civilian ship wouldn’t be in distress so close to the port.”

“Could it be that an American supply fleet has strayed off course?”

“I just said, this is a telegram written in German and English, first in German then in English. It’s clear that German is its primary language.”

“Oh, so can you confirm it’s a military ship?”

“No, sir. But it’s strange, why isn’t it encrypted?”

“…”

(Silence for a while)

“Sir, do you need me to send this distress signal to London now?”

“Nottingham, which is so far away, received it, so London should have received it too. Have they dispatched a rescue team?”

“As far as I know, our fleet and the German fleet often patrol this area.”

(Silence, sound of fingers tapping on the table)

“Then there’s nothing to worry about. Since we received it, the fleets closer to them should have received it too. Someone will soon go to rescue them. Continue with your work!”

“Let’s hope so...”

Prologue

On September 1, 1939, as the steel-armored tanks adorned with the Iron Cross and the fearless vanguard waving the swastika flag stepped into Danzig, World War II broke out in full force. After their demands for withdrawal were ignored, Britain and France were forced to declare war on Germany on the 3rd. Germany once again faced its arch-enemy France and its formidable rival Britain…

At this time, the Atlantic was no longer peaceful. America never ceased to transport supplies to Britain across the ocean, and Germany never stopped attacking the transport ships. Surprisingly, the mighty Royal Navy found itself at a disadvantage in defending the Atlantic lifeline. Although the “Prince of Wales” and other Royal Navy warships managed to sink the majestic battleship Bismarck, they suffered heavy losses themselves.

At this moment, Imperial Japan Navy, in a desperate bid for hope, launched a sudden attack on Pearl Harbor, prompting the United States to enter the war. Germany, though helpless, also tore off its disguise and dispatched a large number of submarines, using wolf pack tactics to attack American transport fleets. The Allies suffered heavy losses, with one convoy after another being swallowed by the Atlantic.

Thus, rumors began to spread, saying that there was a bottomless pit in the Atlantic that could devour all ships…

Excerpt from the Logbook of Martin Crowne O’Creel, Captain of the Fletcher-class Destroyer “Shepherd”:

Entry 1: June 28, 1942

The crowd waving hundreds of Stars and Stripes has gradually disappeared from sight. That scene, I think, I will never forget in my life.

On this “Shepherd” destroyer, there are not many people. Compared to the battleships I have served on, it is much smaller; however, there, I followed others’ commands, and here, others follow mine. It’s good, very good. At least before setting sail, I thought it was a good thing.

In the distance, the oil tankers are steadily sailing forward on the calm sea. From any angle, the destroyer can run much faster than them, but our task is to ensure they safely and completely reach Britain across the ocean, loaded with the aviation fuel and supplies Britain needs.

Of course, the reason I was dispatched to the Atlantic was my own request. Indeed, compared to the Pacific, the storms and lightning here are so few that they are negligible. However, every crew member arranged their affairs before setting sail, said goodbye to their women and children, and kissed them farewell for the last time.

I have nothing worth missing. I have long been accustomed to living alone, doing things alone, being alone… except… the person I have always been thinking about in my heart.

I guess he is my father. What is he hiding? There’s nothing to say; I have to find out for myself.

Everyone who embarks on this journey knows that the chances of survival are slim, very slim, indeed, very slim…

I stood on the deck, with the first officer and the chief engineer standing beside me. “Captain, should we get closer to the oil tankers?” the chief engineer cautiously asked, putting down his binoculars.

“Not too close, to avoid collision. Let’s wait until the escort planes return,” I replied.

So, no one said anything. They leaned on the railing to breathe the fresh sea breeze, sat in the turrets chatting, and busied themselves measuring the sun’s position with sextants. They could do whatever they wanted.

The first officer smoked his pipe, staring blankly at the other destroyers in the distance. I suppose the situation on the decks of the other destroyers is similar to ours.

Isn’t it the same everywhere?

“Has anyone seen that bottomless pit in the Atlantic?” someone suddenly shouted. “Who knows?”

“Seen it? Those who have seen it are long dead!” someone replied.

Then there was a burst of laughter like a flock of sparrows exploding.

“Quiet! Quiet! You’re disturbing the captain’s thoughts,” the first officer shouted at the crowd behind the bow.

“Let them be, it’s nothing,” I waved my hand to stop him.

“There are all kinds of legends in the deep sea, sir, giant squids, giant whales, giant octopuses… In the age of great navigation, sailors loved to make up these stories to cover up their poor navigation skills.”

“Well… sailors of that time didn’t have fresh fruits and vegetables to eat. Every day, besides making up these stories, they played cards.”

The first officer and the navigator chatted. In short, they thought the bottomless pit was a very absurd idea.

The bottomless pit, the one that can devour everything…

Yes, it is said that no one can survive from that bottomless pit. We don’t even know how it was formed.

It seems even the Germans are very afraid of that bottomless pit…

Of course, I am half-believing, half-doubting. After all, there are too many inexplicable things in the deep sea.

Did my father see it with his own eyes? Why wouldn’t he tell me?

The escort planes roared past, sending a meaningless radio message, because their departure itself meant that these eight oil tankers would rely on our four destroyers to protect them for the remaining three days of the journey.

Worrying…

Entry 2: June 30, 1942

I don’t know what to say. The journey has unknowingly passed two days, but my nerves tell me it has been at least two years. I have stayed in the engine room without leaving, yet the sonar and hydrophone have remained silent.

What I worry about is not the German submarines, but something even more terrifying. Although I keep telling myself that it might just be my imagination, I can’t help but fear the image of this ship being dragged down by a giant whirlpool. Even a little thunder and lightning outside makes my heart pound.

I feel like I’m jumping at shadows.

The cook changes the menu for me every day, but the plates he receives are still untouched. I don’t know how to explain it to him, so I simply don’t.

The ink bottle is almost empty. The ship is fully supplied with everything except this! God bless, I hope the remaining ink can last until we reach Britain. Of course, there isn’t much to record anyway; I just have a habit of writing down my feelings at the moment.

There’s really nothing worth recording. Yesterday, a lookout and a gunner got into a fight. One said the bottomless pit is actually a living creature, the other said it was naturally formed. I couldn’t judge who was right or wrong, so I put them both in confinement for a day according to military regulations.

Their argument reminded me of the rumors I heard in the crowd at the port. Some people said the bottomless pit is actually a sea monster, or something made by aliens, or a new destructive weapon from the Germans specifically designed to deal with America. I heard a bit of it, but I…

(The following text is covered by spilled ink and oil stains)

…(w)ithout absolute certainty, I wouldn’t go there. Of course, if it comes to us, I would like to see what it really is before I die here.

The moonlight is nice, illuminating the sea like gauze. It not only makes the oil tankers on one side look brighter but also makes our destroyer more mysterious.

The oil tankers are all protected by our old destroyers. To be honest, if we encounter submarines, I don’t know what to do. After all, what we learn in the classroom is always different from what we encounter in reality.

A message came from the friendly ship to the northeast, saying they hav…

(Covered by ink and oil stains)

…eassure them, it might be a sonar malfunction. We received nothing.

It’s time to rest now, I should close my pen.

(When people found this logbook floating in a box at sea, it was already decades later. The handwriting and ink were still clear. Although the thick diary only recorded two entries, it seemed to provide evidence that the bottomless pit once existed.

This is all the record about the bottomless pit. Whether it truly existed is now untraceable. However, according to a retired officer at the Liverpool port supply depot, someone claimed to have seen the bottomless pit and returned alive. A naval officer once hoped he could take a photo as evidence, but since this person went missing during his third voyage to search for clues about the bottomless pit, the military presumed him dead.

After this person’s disappearance, the frequency of the bottomless pit’s appearance greatly decreased. After World War II, it completely disappeared from people’s sight. Therefore, it is entirely reasonable to believe that the bottomless pit might have been an obstacle sent by God to test the Allies’ determination to fight.

Although most people consider this an absurd myth, whether the bottomless pit exists can be speculated from the following records.)

I have to ask your forgiveness because English is not my native language so the translation is unlikely to be completely accurate. If there are any grammatical or vocabulary errors , please point them out.

Thanks for reading, stay tuned for the next episode