A/N : As my first fan-fiction, I based this off of the Port Chicago Disaster of 1944 , the Texas City Disaster of 1947, and the Halifax Disaster of 1917, but wanted the scenario to seem as if it involved an entire naval base. There will be a way for revival, so don't worry.

I am also taking OC shipgirls (Only ones not implemented in the game...yet)

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Prelude

Located a few miles on an island in the middle of Kure Bay, was a naval base. Only about a mile wide, and known to locals as 'Sabo Island', it was a very big naval district.

But unlike any other in the world, this one was different:

numerous dorms,

a café,

a main office,

a recreation area,

a gymnasium,

a running track,

a communications building,

an ammunition storage warehouse,

a huge bath house,

and a small dock area, all surrounded by a 10-foot high red brick wall with an iron gate for the entrance.

Outside the brick wall was a small-sized train station, right next to a medium sized rail yard and locomotive depot; all connected to a branchline that connected the island with a 200-foot long truss bridge, terminating at a small junction station.

As usual, the admiral was doing his morning routine: get up at 6 am, jog around the track and then swim a few laps by the docks for about 30 minutes, before heading to breakfast.

At 24-years old, 5'9, with a trimmed goatee, a well-built body and a short, trimmed mullet, James "Deadeye" Kouichi was like any other Admiral: he finally got to live the dream he always wanted.

But his position of admiral was different: instead of commanding regular combat ships, he was commanding women and little girls that possessed the spirit of warships dating back to the Second World War.

All of the ship girls under his command, totaling 200, all respected and thought of him as someone to look up to, like a father of some sort. Well...except a few of the girls, who thought of him as a pervert. Besides, who wouldn't want to be surrounded by a whole bunch of beautiful girls?

After he finished breakfast, James went with one of the destroyers; Fourth Akatsuki-class destroyer Inazuma, who decided to accompany him that morning, to check off some papers regarding rail deliveries, most of being ammunition, fuel, and rakes of hopper cars loaded to the brim with fresh-mined bauxite, to satisfy carrier Akagi's insanely massive appetite.

After checking the list of freight cars he wanted sent back to the local yard outside Kure, and seeing the local freight train head off for the mainland with 20 empty cars, the both of them turned around and were just about to open the gate, when they heard a muffled explosion, coming from the main ammunition hangar.

Worried, she asked, horrified, "Hawawawa, Kouichi-san, what was that, nanodesu!?"

As he tried to open the gate as fast as he could, Inazuma screamed as they were blown backwards by force, after being hit by the shockwave from a massive, deafening explosion.

At that moment, as the concussion knocked the breath out of him, James' life two years prior flashed right before his eyes…

2 Years Ago…

Having graduated from Annapolis at 19 in 2020, James moved to Japan to become a member of the Japanese Marine Self-Defense Force, as a result of being transferred through the U.S Navy's foreign-exchange program.

Moving up quickly to the position of chief petty officer by his 21st birthday, he became the youngest person to reach that rank. Not only did he become petty officer by then, he also got transferred to the Atago-class guided-missile destroyer JDS Ashigara, after he had been originally stationed on a minesweeper. It was around this time that James started dreaming about becoming commander of a ship, or, becoming the head-honcho of the entire fleet.

For a while, he thought everything was great, but over time, he started to get bored of his rank. He hoped that some sort of lucky event would happen to him. He didn't know that it would happen soon enough. One day, having finished his morning duties, James was heading back to his bunk aboard the destroyer, rambling to himself about how he wanted to become admiral.

As he was turning around a corner near the mess hall, he walked in on a conversation between Jun'ichi Saoru, second-in-command of the ship and his best friend, and someone who looked like a technician.

"Well look who it is," he said as James happened on them. "If it aint Deadeye himself! What's up?" James gave his superior a fist-bump. "Good, Saoru, I'm fine. Who is this girl you're talking too?" he asked.

From what Jun'ichi told him, the technician was his cousin, Sakura Eiro, who was working for a classified program that recreates World War Two-era warships and turns them into human-like girls.

James knew that this sounded all too familiar, as he recalled a certain browser game called "Kantai Collection", something he played a lot years ago, and yet, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Is...Is that true? I thought that was just a web browser game." he asked, shocked. Junichi smirked, "Yep. And Eiro-chan here also told me that the JMSDF is looking for someone who knows a lot about those ships to become the admiral for the new fleet. Who knows, you might end up being that person!"

Just as Junichi finished his sentence, the speakers came on. "Attention, attention. Petty officer Kouichi, report to the helicopter pad immediately! I repeat, petty officer Kouichi, report to the helicopter pad immediately!" "Well, I spoke too soon. See ya later, 'Tosh'!" Saoru joked as James walked towards the helicopter pad, trying not to drop the F-bomb out loud.

As he walked towards the rear of the ship, James kept thinking to himself. "Jesus! How could that damn game be real? Were those rumors really true?"

He thought it was a game, but by 2023, the situation outside his little world was real...

Five weeks ago, rumors that mysterious beings started to appear from under the ocean's surface were confirmed when one group of them sunk a cruise ship off the coast of Kyoto, killing all passengers and crew.

An observing fighter pilot on patrol watched in horror as several of the unidentified creatures obliterated any survivors left in the water struggling for help.

In response, the JMSDF decided to start development on a new project: PROJECT KIDO BUTAI; an initiative where special navy maritime archaeologists would search for all wrecks of the Japanese warships sunk in World War Two. From there, a small, single piece of metal from the wrecks will be used in a process to convert them into "ship girls."

After arriving, James observed and stood back as a Sikorsky SH-60 approached the landing pad. What stuck out the most to him was that unlike the other SH-60s, this one was given special markings; this indicated that this chopper belonged to one of the highest naval officials, and as he stepped out, James recognized who he was.

Known by various sailors and other officers as the "Ace-of-Spades", Vice-Admiral Keijisu Takeyobe greeted the other crewmen aboard ship as he walked up to the young man.

"So you're officer Kouichi?" he asked.

"Uh…uh…y...yes sir!" James replied, nervously, his hands shaking. Takeyobe knelt down at his height, as he stood at an impressive 6'9.

"Son", he began, "Admiral Hobe wanted me to inform you of something very important."

James paused. "Important?" he asked.

"Yes, important. We need to discuss this on the Izumo", Keijisu explained.

James paused; he couldn't believe that the second-in-command of the Japanese Marine Self-Defense Force himself was asking him to discuss an important matter on board the admiral's flagship. He didn't know it, but the information "Deadeye" was about to receive would turn his world completely around.

And there you have it. My first chapter of "The Sabo Island Disaster". And for curiosity, I saved you time on researching the disaster in TX City:

It was an industrial accident that occurred April 16, 1947, in the Port of Texas City, Texas, which still stands as the deadliest industrial accident in U.S. history.

It started when a fire broke out aboard a French freighter named the S.S Grandcamp. Despite the efforts of numerous firefighters, the flames couldn't be stopped and at 9:12 a.m., the ammonium nitrate (fertilizer) reached an explosive threshold and the vessel then detonated.

The tremendous blast sent a 15-foot wave that was detectable nearly 100 miles off the Texas shoreline. The blast leveled nearly 1,000 buildings on land. The explosion resulted in ignition of refineries and chemical tanks on the waterfront.

And it got worse...

The first explosion ignited ammonium nitrate in the nearby cargo ship S.S High Flyer. The crews spent hours attempting to cut the High Flyer free from its anchor and other obstacles, but without success.

15 hours after the explosions aboard the Grandcamp, the High Flyer blew up demolishing a nearby third freighter, killing at least two more people and increasing the damage to the port and other ships with more shrapnel and fire. One of the propellers on the High Flyer was blown off, and found almost a mile inland.

The cause of the initial fire on board the Grandcamp was never determined, but it may have been started by a cigarette discarded the previous day, meaning the ship's cargo had been smouldering throughout the night when it was discovered on the morning of the day of the explosion.

In total, a record 567 people were killed, including all crewmen who remained on board the Grandcamp, and all but one member of the 29-man Texas City volunteer fire department who were fighting the shipboard fire.

Of the dead, 405 were identified and 63 have never been identified.

An additional 113 people were classified as missing, for no identifiable parts were ever found.

There is some speculation that there may have been hundreds more killed but uncounted, including visiting seamen, non-census laborers and their families, and an untold number of travelers. However, there were some survivors as close as 70 feet from the dock.

More than 5,000 people were injured, with 1,784 admitted to twenty-one area hospitals.

More than 500 homes were destroyed and hundreds damaged, leaving 2,000 homeless.

The seaport was destroyed and many businesses were flattened or burned.

Over 1,100 vehicles were damaged and 362 railroad cars were obliterated—the property damage was estimated at $100 million ($1.06 billion in today's terms).

Hope ya'll learned something. ;)

Remember, I am new to this, so tell me what you think. Be ready for Chapter 2.