Conflagration (東京湾炎上)

Be careful, Willard.

One, two, three...

Now, pressure over here.

One, two...

This isn't so easy.

It's a damn difficult puzzle, I'm telling you.

- One, two... - Here, your coffee.

- Three for me. - Again?

Hey, hey, tea for the doctor.

We'll be arriving at Kashima Harbour soon.

According to information from our shipping agents, our

estimated time of arrival outside the harbour is 1700 hours.

We should be berthing at all 600 hours next morning.

All hands, to be ready for 500 for landing.

Sure passes will be issued to those in time.

Departure time has yet to be fixed, but you will be notified.

- One, two, three... - What? Still doing it?

Well, it's our oil engineer.

How does it feel to be back in Japan once more?

Good, I admit.

After spending so long in that damn desert,

nearly two years, you get to miss our crowds.

At least the desert is dry land.

We've been aboard this goddamn ship for over six months.

- What are you worried about? - You're going on leave.

Of course I am, sure. And I'm going to go underwater, skin diving.

Mr. Tare, have some breakfast.

I must go to the bridge. I want to see Izu Peninsula.

It's your fault.

You can't make the sacrifice for the girl that you say you love.

You want to be free.

You leave me all the time.

You're never here. You're always off somewhere.

And what good are you when you're gone?

I'm left with just a memory.

It's no good.

Love that is on any substitute.

Are you going away?

Not again. Please, don't leave me. Please.

The sun shines warm and bright in this country,

yet even the sun does not treat us equally.

In my country, it shines so fiercely that it

burns all living beings and scorches the earth.

It's about time you told me more about your organization.

My country?

My country has a long history.

An absolute monarchy had lasted for centuries.

After that came the unpardonable colonization.