“You set right down now, baby,” he said, and he made a pretence of having something to do inside the mill, while June watched the creaking old wheel dropping the sun-shot sparkling water into the swift sluice, but hardly seeing it at all.

From the top of the hill you get a good viewpoint of the town.

She straddled this guy, yelling, “Fuck me, you big stud, fuck me!” Then she stopped, concerned.

This revised situation doesn't go well for poor old Nagato. Whilst curls of smoke and scorch marks along the hulls and superstructures of Washington and Alabama do tell of some Japanese shells hitting home, neither of them seem particularly perturbed by this. Instead, their fire begins to overhaul the Japanese battleship, and, sooner or later, another salvo of 16-inch shells - no one's quite sure whether it comes from Alabama or Washington - smashes into the base of the superfiring aft turret.