Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 403 This ship could pack Castel up in one go.
Absurd, truly absurd.

However, this absurd design was entirely based on realistic considerations. Whether it was the ram, the catapult, or the flight deck, they were all the optimal solutions for naval warfare at present, but when put together, they resulted in such a bizarre contraption.

Ken didn't feel anything yet, but Hughes, a transmigrator who had seen real warships, was completely distraught.

and many more!

Hughes suddenly felt that something was wrong again.

Can an airship be parked on a ship?

Aircraft carriers are a normal design because airplanes are that small, but how could an airship possibly fit on the deck?

Hughes quickly grabbed the blueprints and began checking the dimensions with wide eyes.

"One hundred and fifty meters wide?!?"

"1100 meters long???"

Hughes was completely numb.

He didn't know anything about shipbuilding, but he wasn't completely ignorant either.

For example, the largest aircraft carrier on Earth is the Ford-class (CVN-78), which is an astonishing 337 meters long and 41 meters wide, making it the largest in history.

Although it would be much larger if you included the flight deck, it's nothing compared to the ship in front of us.

Civilian ships can be larger, such as container ships, with lengths exceeding 400 meters, but not exceeding 1,100 meters.
Incidentally, the Ford-class ships have a full complement of 5000 people, and given the size of the Kent, it could easily carry the entire population of Castells.

Good grief, a floating fortress, huh?

Hughes was so angry he laughed; such a thing was truly audacious.

Hughes suddenly sensed something was wrong. He looked at the blueprints again more carefully, and his lips twitched.
"Do you know how big your boat is?"

They nodded vigorously.

"So what are you planning to hit with that ramming head?"

It was assumed to be a small boat, which could reasonably be expected to ram those sailing warships due to its speed.

But this ship's ram is much bigger than the others. It's not just a ram, it's like it crashed into a mountain!
"This is based on the fighting style of [Mother]."

"You mean"

"Yes, it crashed into the harbor."

Ken gestured excitedly, "Use the ram to hit the dock, then turn the steam engine to maximum power and swing it hard—and the dock will be flattened!"

“We saw the Mother Ship easily smash the entire dock before, and we figured that's how big ships should be used. It flattened everything in one go. During this process, we used catapults to throw explosive charges up, and after it was all done, we had the airships go up and bomb it again.”

Hughes envisioned the image of the "Mother" stretching out her arms and sweeping them around, crushing the harbor guards and their bunkers. Only this time, the enormous monster was replaced by a ship, and the arms by massive rams.
Honestly, if this ship were actually built, it's hard to say whether it or the "Mother of Men" would resemble a monster more.
Hughes suddenly realized what was happening.

"Was this ship designed by Tata?"

“Yes!” Ken said somewhat embarrassedly, “I also came up with some ideas.”

Looking back at Tata's resume, they first proposed the Stellar Furnace that would burn up an entire evil god, designed the Castel Cathedral, a building as tall as a mountain, and now they have designed a ship as massive as an evil god.
"Has he ever said anything like 'bigger is better, more is more' or any other fallacies or heresies?"

"How did you know!" Ken exclaimed in surprise. "Our entire design institute is completely captivated by Tata's designs—"

Good heavens, the worship of weight is rampant in the Guardians of the Faith, and the design institute is obsessed with giant ships and cannons. What will Castells become in the future? This unhealthy trend must be stopped severely!
"Absurd!" Hughes exclaimed. "Building such a massive ship exceeds the limits of practicality; it's a pure waste of steel and materials. What use is it anyway?"

"But...it really is amazing!" Ken scratched his head, looking a little aggrieved. "Lord Tata originally wanted to build a ship as big as an island, big enough to carry the entire Castel on board, so that next time we encounter an evil god, we could use Castel for guerrilla warfare."

"Why doesn't he just install a few engines on the island and drive it away?" Hughes sneered.

"That was a proposed plan, but the workload was too large, so it was abandoned because it wasn't very practical."

Hughes was speechless. He threw the blueprints on the table: "Tell Tata to seriously reflect on how feasible this approach really is! We are engineers, not industrial builders who rely on fantasy. All designs must be based on material foundations. How can we build good ships by messing around like this?"

After saying that, he walked towards the door.

Ken sighed and started tidying up the table, only to be startled when he saw the figure in front of him:
"My lord, what brings you back?"

"Hey, give me a copy of that blueprint, I need to take another look. I want to thoroughly criticize this unhealthy trend!"

"Black Pearl, my eternal one and only, my fire of desire, the light of my life, I swear to travel with you to every inch of this world's seas!"

"But you are a little too young."

"The cabin is too small to fit more steam engines, and the deck is too small to even land the smallest airship, not to mention the wooden hull, which is even weaker than steel."

"So I hired a construction team."

Nearby, several engineers stood at a distance, pointing and gesturing in this direction.

"What is he doing?"

"To appease the spirit of the ship."

"Ship, ship spirit? Does such a thing really exist? I've only ever heard of machine spirits."

"Definitely. It is said that Jeremiah made a special trip to the northern bay and salvaged several pieces of steel from the shipwreck. It is said that the soul of the shipwreck is attached to these pieces of steel, and using them to build new ships will bring good luck."

"Ah this."

"Thinking about it, it actually makes sense. There must have been steam engines in the sunken ship, right? There were both 'noisy beings' and 'machine spirits' there. They were piled up with steel day and night, and who knows what kind of magical things might have emerged. It's not impossible that there was a ship spirit."

"No, that's not what I meant. I wanted to ask why use steel from a sunken ship? Isn't that unlucky?"

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The engineers fell silent, watching Jeremiah kiss the deck with complicated expressions.

After a while, he finished the series of ceremonies, and the workers gathered around, ready to start work, when Jeremiah jumped up again.

"Wait a minute, just a moment, give me some more time. I'll treat everyone to sweet fruit wine later!"

After saying that, he jogged over to the female demon beside him.

"Ms. Finelle, please!"

Finelle swayed her snake tail, and her six hands picked up paintbrushes.

Jeremiah turned and ran to the Black Pearl, took out his scimitar and its sheath, leaned on the ground, and casually lifted his clothes to reveal the musket at his waist.

He intended to maintain a cool expression, but standing by the boat, his mouth broke into a wide grin that he couldn't suppress.

(End of this chapter)