"Understood. Maintain current course, and Heading. I'll come out to meet, and escort you in. It will be a pleasure to meet you as well." Arizona replied softly. This was highly irregular. So many ships suddenly coming to the island. "Effie, please take over, and continue preparations for abandoning the base. I'll go see who our Guest is." Arizona asked as she started to pull away from the group. As she gained speed to a quick paced 40 knots, Ari contemplated the recent events. They had one ship assigned, and two more simply 'Wander" in the previous day. Now they have another stating that she was assigned to the island. This was quite curious. Never has the island had such activity in Arizona's 17 years of captivity. The Wind whipped at her long deep red hair as she stood upon the Fly Bridge of the Arizona. One the Arizona's radar, she saw the IFF For Savannah, and it was broadcasting a FoF signal. As always, Arizona came to a stop at Patrol boundary line of the Island. She could just make out Savannah in the distance. It would be here that Arizona would wait for Savannah. The deep sapphire waters of the Pacific lapping gently against her Battleship grey Hull. The white glyphs glowing softly as the battleship bobbed on the ocean's surface.