<strong>Name</strong>:<em>Hood</em><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Sand Island Barracks<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>As the night had fallen, Holly had sat in her room, gazing fondly at the photograph that she'd set up on her dresser; it was a very special photograph for her; it was of the day she'd truly become one of the Fleet Girls of the Royal Navy. And more to the point, it was of her in uniform, taking her oaths of loyalty to King and Country and being sprinkled with water from what looked like a battered old brass pot. It was not a pot though. If one had cared to look at the vessel, they would have seen a poignant declaration, etched into the metal.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>-HMS-<br/>HOOD<br/>-1920-</strong></div><br/>It was her own ship's bell, recovered from her wrecked hull and painstakingly restored as a memorial to those men who had served on her, those that had perished in the battle on that fatal day in 1941, and indeed all the brave sailors, men and women alike, who had paid the ultimate price in serving their country.<br/><br/>With a soft sigh, she placed the photograph down, and then went to look around for something to do.