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The humidity in the boiler room of the HMS Iron Duke was enough to wilt a man’s spirit, but Petty Officer Miller didn’t have time to sweat. The telegraph clicked with a frantic rhythm:

"Begin the turn," Vance ordered, his voice steady. "We cannot cross her 'T' if we're sailing into her teeth." UP_5.part2.rar

The battle for the seas had only just begun, and the legend of the U.P. 5 was already being written in blood and coal dust. The humidity in the boiler room of the

Vance knew the reputation of the U.P. 5 . It wasn't just built; it was optimized. Every angle of its belt armor was designed to deflect shells like raindrops. It was the crowning achievement of a naval arms race that had pushed the world to the brink. 5 was already being written in blood and coal dust

The British broadside let out a guttural roar. Through his binoculars, Vance watched the tracers arch across the sky. He saw three direct hits on the U.P. 5 ’s midships. Any other vessel would have folded, but the Steel Ghost simply sailed on, its dark hull barely scorched.

"Signal the 5th Flotilla," Vance whispered. "Tell them to find the Ghost's heart."

The two giants circled each other like boxers in a ring of smoke and salt. Vance looked at the plotting board. He had one chance—a torpedo run by the destroyers under the cover of the next broadside.