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14/7/43 Zuiho steams over a calm, moonlit sea. She knows these waters In those halcyon days of early 42, here she hunted, and killed the enemy. The war may have changed, but this little ship continues on. deep in her bowels, feedwater is steadily drawn from the De aerating tank by booster pumps, and driven upstairs to the feed pumps, that whine endlessly. (Zuiho is having a good run with them lately ney?. Thats what happens when you keep a steam plant humming, things don't break nearly as often. Its those damn refit and maintenace periods alongside that cock everything up) The feed, at nearly 600 PSI, passes through the big, and surproisingly crude feed control valve, and enters the boiler. A quarter ton of fuel every four minutes burns in the furnace, the flames bright and strong, 4 feet long, or more, heating the fireside tubes cherry red. The feed races down the down comers, into the drum at boiler bottom, the mud drum, races back up the fireside tubes, or the myrid banks of uprisers, changing to steam, and cooling those tubes just enough to prevent failure. it strikes a difuser plate, races through it, leaving the water behind. Out, out through the main stop at full pressure. Now the steam will take many paths. Much, a great amount, renters the boiler superheater, drying, gaining yet more energy and power. Unseen, it pulses to the throttle valves, and bursting, expanding, surrenders the energy into the turbines. The condensers capture it, gather it as water, and the condensate pump pushes it to the de areator. And repeat. Some steam goes to the blowers, the fuel pumps. More is reduced, goes to the oil pumps, the condensate pumps. Some drives the ejectors, those ****s of machines that maintain the vacuum in the condensor. yet more drives that bitch of a fuel pump set., the fuel heaters, the gland steam controllers. used, it all returns in a million drains. Water/ Steam. Zuiho's heart. A hundred different pipe runs, dozens, upon dozens of valves to control and isolate it. Some, huge things, 18 inches or more across, some mere tap size. Charge knows them all. So do his Petty officers So do his leading seaman As does the ables All, every stoker on this little ship can find them now , un erringly, in the dark, in chaos, in calamity. If you want to be a stoker, then you to, had better be able too. Your life depends on it.
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