"Who are they?!" The voice asked as soft padding could be heard through the grass. Something was moving fast, and with practiced ease. "Are they Human? No. No human. Then that must be...." The voice spoke again as a streak burred passed a couple of tortoises. It was a Tinkling soft voice. Almost a whisper upon the warm breeze.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------<br/><br/>Arizona stared at the island in deep contemplation for several long minutes before she heard the soft voice of Shimakaze speaking of the JTN. She focused on the small destroyer, and gave her a soft smile. "Just being paranoid is all. Please don't worry." Arizona stated as she turned back to the island. She had a feeling that Shima was merely voicing the concerns of others in her fleet. She just hoped that today will end the mystery, and allow them the freedom to choose their path from here on out.<br/><br/>Though that thought brought others. What would they do after today? Up until now, Arizona assumed that they would be given new orders from their contact. Now, she wasn't so sure. Then there was Shinano to worry about. Whoever she was has extended an<em>Invitation</em>, and Arizona wasn't sure she liked an invitation delivered by cannon shell. So many things have been turned upon their heads since they left the Island that she was starting to wonder if that ws the best course of action after all.<br/><br/>The Fleet would get about a quarter ways around the island in search of hte Contact when a a burst of Static shot through their JTNs.<br/><br/><em>HA HA! Yous all have fallen for mein trap! Tremble! Are yous trembling? Yea, I am pretty sure yous're trembling. Yes, yous should tremble. Right, right. Tremble before the variable Force of nature that yous were so unfortunate to encounter. HA HA!</em><br/><br/>Arizona came to an abrupt stop, her cannons all charging up as the Barrels split in half "Defensive Formation everyone!" She called out.<br/><br/><em>Yes, yes, yous have found youselfve at the island of the Great, and Terrible <strong>Maori</strong>! The Destroyer of Fleets, and the future overlord of all the world's gumdrops!</em><br/><br/>The waters before the fleet started to churn, and broil as it looked like something BIG was about to surface. Arizona tensed as she aimed her cannons, the barrels glowing their their charge.<br/><br/>Suddenly the water exploded as Fireworks shot up into the sky, and detonated with a cacophony of bright colors, loud booms, and sizzling crackles. Arizona looked up expecting something huge. However, when she didn't see anything, she looked back down.<br/><br/>There just in front of the Fleet was a British Tribal Class Destroyer (http://www.1999.co.jp/itbig09/10098439t2.jpg). Though with the amount of churning the water was doing, it looked more like a toy boat in choppy bath water. At the Bow of the ship, a Young tanned woman with long ebony hair was standing rather precariously. Her arms flailing about to keep her balance. "Whoa...Wha..." the fleet could hear over the JTN.<br/><br/>When the Small destroyer steadied herself, she looked back at Arizona, and the rest of the fleet. She struck a might pose, and thrust out her hand, and pointed a finger at Arizona. "Surrender! I gots yous surrounded!" She declared.<br/><br/>Arizona looked at the small ship, and groaned. "I'm going to shoot her."