Not a Museum Today

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Battleship Universe they are the property of their creator and I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully that of the reader.

A/N: I had this idea floating about in my head after watching the film and I must admit I really fell in love with the film, think I've seen it about 15 times now and I kept thinking to myself what the ship itself probably felt about going to war again, not that ships can feel anything but what the hell, the Missouri was in my own humble opinion, the one true character of the film.

Not much to this story I will admit but it just kept going round in my head and would not go away. So apologies in advance for the shortness of this oneshot.

Summary: A POV from the Missouri herself.


I remember the good old days when I first I was commissioned and the young men who strode upon my decks during the time of the last great war. So many young men some never gone to war before and some who were old hands, those were the days when the planes flew overhead and we sailed the seas in the defence of the free.

Then after the war when the planes continued but instead of spitting death, they flew to keep watch on the fragile peace that the world had gained after so much bloodshed and pain. A world where the young men no longer walked my decks and I was retired to become nothing more than a floating amusement for those who came after.

Often I would dream of the old adrenalin fuelled days when my existence had some purpose and I could feel the vibrations of the joy and the heartache from the living but then the unending pointlessness of never going to sea like I did in old days and I became like the old men who kept me afloat, forgotten by most but a few faithful.

The young men who became old and like myself almost forgotten by a world much moved on from those days of old. When the young walked my decks all they saw was a floating museum of days long gone and then they came, the aliens and once again at last the world needed me to be what I was originally created to be.

A Battleship!


A/N: As I already said apologies for the shortness but this little oneshot would just not go away and I knew until I wrote it, it would drive me round the bend.