There were days Arleigh loved being in Spain. So far this was not proving to be one of them. The morning had started off relatively simply. A few cargo ships with some minor ailments. A quick inspection for foreign matter on incoming ship’s hulls. And then around 10am, things began to go downhill. It began when Florida was being well, Florida. Bothering the Spanish ships and doing her level best to undermine US-Spanish relations. Arleigh wasted no time in breaking up a cat fight between the submarine and one of the Spanish patrol boats, promptly sending them both to their berths. Shortly after that, everything went to hell.