Jap bombs rained down, there was a tremendous blast—and a weird thing happened to the Idaho.
When the Sun Jumped
"The captain wishes to see you, sir," the sailor said.
Craig snubbed the cigarette and rose to his feet. He had eaten and drank sparingly, very sparingly indeed. They had tried to take him to the hospital bay with the others, but he had gruffly refused. There was nothing wrong with him that a little food and water wouldn't cure.
He followed the sailor to the captain's quarters. Unconsciously he noted the condition of the ship. She was a battleship, the Idaho, one of the new series. Craig guessed she was part of a task force scouting the south Pacific. She was well kept and well manned, he saw. The men went about their tasks with a dash that was heartwarming.
The captain was a tall man. He rose to his feet when Craig entered his quarters
There is no science fiction in this story. You get the techno-babble that one can find in certain episodes of Star Trek to explain away plot holes (“we fell through a space-time fault in the crust of the Earth!”) but the only real mystery is why the editors of Amazing Stories agreed to publish it in the first place. In theory the story is about time-travel, though even in 1943 we knew dinosaurs and humans weren't living together “100 million years ago,” so I suppose one would categorize it as Lost Worlds. The villains (besides the “dirty Japs,” as the author puts it, who serve no other function than to prove how brave the Americans are by killing them in large numbers) are the Ogrum, a Morlock-like race who've yet to master language or personal hygiene but have somehow figured out how to make plastic airplanes and gas bombs, because, as explained by the author, “through some freak, nature developed a type of life that had the mentality to become excellent chemists but with little or no ability in any other line.” Like the Japanese in the beginning of the story the crew of the Idaho have no problem slaughtering every Ogrum they can lay their hands on and burning their city to the ground, because apparently pre-historic Earth wasn't big enough for a U.S. battleship with unlimited fuel and ammunition (magic!) and a bunch of ape-like chemists too stupid not to build their city of mud huts and airplane hangers on top of an active volcano.
WWII battleship lost in time. Yep, wrong place at the right time, takes you back millions of years. Prehistoric times?, yes, but with a twist.
Dinosaurs, volcano, pretty girl and a trader among them. But wait there's more. A race of bad guys that fly planes.