Tirpitz is in his office, making new plans for new ships. He has a goal in mind, and that goal is to make the Kaiserliche marine surpass the Royal Navy, he probably wouldn't want to be disturbed right now, making plans and concentrating on his plans is the most important thing in his mind currently, he thinks to himself "Verdammten, none of this works... At this rate we will never catch up to the British and their damned navy." Tirpitz then takes a sip out of his beer and continues to work