<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A short distance ahead, Effie was steaming alongside Ari; the heavy cruiser was giving her paintwork and brasses a touch up and a polishing after some near misses from the panicking battleship. "Well, we're on our way." she remarked to Ari, as she clambered up her funnel to clean some of the soot off it there.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Ari was quiet as she steamed eastward, the sun was setting at their backs, and casting great long Shadows across the rolling waves of the Pacific ocean. Just behind them, the rest of the<em>Forgotten Fleet</em>steamed in formation. Ari half listened to the Conversation between Zara, Savannah, and Mizuki about human fashions, and their rather eclectic idiosyncrasies. It was amazing that the humans can keep all of it straight, but there was evidence to believe that it was too much of a hassle. She glanced back, and looked at the fleet so far. Minus Zara, and Mizuki. They've grown quite sizable recently. Granted, they were no were near as large as the Fog fleet. they're probably as large as a squadron, or two at most. Arizona dismissed these musings as she checked once again the signal source, and tried to send the report off. Only to receive the same response of Lost Contact. Giving up for the moment, Arizona watched as Effie was cleaning herself up from her latest panic attack. Ari felt awful. She opened a small private channel to Effingham. "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't cause you any damage." Ari stated quietly.