Queen Mary 2 surveyed the skyline of Southampton with little concern. She'd just woken and the sun was only just beginning to rise. She turned her attention to the still sleeping ship beside her. RMS Oceanic, a 1000 foot long giant and the newest addition to Cunard's fleet, was also the deepest sleeper Mary had ever seen. She could've slept through Armageddon if she wanted to. Sighing, the elder ship nudged her companion. "Oi, sleepyhead! Wake up! You don't wanna miss your voyage." She said. Oceanic barely stirred. Sighing, Mary sidled up close and sounded her horn as loudly as she could. Oceanic jumped a foot in the air. "OI! Mary, why'd you do that?!" She cried once she'd settled down. Mary laughed. "Because other means of waking you up were impossible. You sleep like a wreck." She said. Oceanic just snorted and pushed past her. Once the usual pleasantries were done, Oceanic went back to being her usual grumpy self. At least, she was always grumpy to Queen Mary anyway. Other ships had said she was very kind and polite, and a tad bit shy. But she was as brasin and belligerent as they come with the Cunard liner. Mary couldn't understand it.

As she watched her youngest charge go, a voice said from behind her "Ah, so old rivalries do still exist." Mary turned to see a ship maybe 2/3 her size. She was old, very old. Most of her paint had peeled away and rust was beginning to set in. There was graying around her muzzle. But a pair of bright green eyes twinkled brightly. "I don't believe I've seen you around here before." She said. "I've always been here. Since long before you were built, Queen Mary." The ship replied. Her name, whatever it was, was written on her bow but the fancy yellow letters had rusted over making it impossible to read. Her design seemed somewhat familiar though. She looked like a cross between the old and the new. Her basic hull design stretched out 900 feet. She had the bulbous bow that most ships of her size nowadays had. Her superstructure wasn't nearly as large as those today were but reasonable. Four black and gold funnels stood straight in a line down her back. She looked like an early ocean liner, yet with a modern hull design.

Instead of answering Mary's question, the liner looked beyond her at Oceanic. "Ah, so she's the one." She mused. "I'm sorry, what?" Mary asked. The liner shook herself, seeming to realize she'd spoken outloud and replied "You'll understand. Tell me, how close are you to Oceanic?" "Not very." Mary replied. "Sometimes I think she might lighten up and be friends but then she's just so hostile to me and the other Cunard ships. I can't understand why." "As I said, you'll understand. Not now, but soon." The liner said. "Can you be more specific?" She grumbled. "I'm sorry if I'm not being very clear right now. But I will tell you this, after today, you won't see Oceanic again." She said. "What do you mean, wait!" Mary cried. "Please, tell me what's happening. Oceanic is part of my fleet, I must know!" She wailed. "No she isn't, she never was. And soon, Oceanic will learn her true purpose. There is a wrong in history she must right and her time is coming soon." Mary tried to chase after the liner but she had vanished leaving Mary to wonder just what she meant.