It was a very dark night as the large ship made her way across the sea. The water was as smooth as glass, not a breeze of wind was there to disturb it. It was a condition known as the doldrums, every sailing ship's worst nightmare. The lack of wind could last for weeks, sometimes months. Starving the crew with most eventually dying of thirst for lack of fresh provisions. The ships too suffered. Those who made it out alive, wished they hadn't. Most went mad before they eventually perished. This was not an issue for this large vessel though for she was powered by steam, independent of the wind. She was the largest of her kind, a symbol of man's continued economic and technological prowess. From the day she was born she had but one purpose, to best nature at her own game!

She sensed she was not alone. Out of the darkness a creature loomed and she scoffed at its insignificance. Did Nature really think she could be beaten with that. She gathered herself to meet it, unafraid even as it loomed menacingly above her. Then the blow came, followed seconds later by an incessant ringing noise...

Warrior's crimson eyes snapped open, falling immediately on her still ringing alarm clock. Giving it the most baleful glare she could manage before reaching around to slap it silent. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes to clear the sleep from them. It was not the first time she had that dream. It had been recurring almost every night since her Awakening. It meant something, she knew that but she didn't know what. She remembered very little of her old life. What she did recall was limited to a place of industry, surrounded by fields of green with a peaceful air about it. So incredibly different than what she felt now. And a sister, a twin sister. Warrior's memories were so blurred she could hardly make out her face. She didn't even recall her sister's name, never mind her own. That was to be expected, the brass had said. But the other ships, also risen from the depths for a second chance, had no trouble remembering their lives. Warrior sighed, rubbing her face one last time before deciding it was time to leave her berth to find some breakfast. Her stomach was already complaining about lack of food and it just wouldn't do to subject her fellow ships to its unrelenting growls.

Making her way past the waterfront, Warrior took a moment to admire the skyscrapers lining the city. Woods Hole Massachusetts was not the largest city on the American east coast but it had grown in the last couple of decades, spurred by a rise in the local fishing industry as well as new research opportunities. Warrior's Commanding Officer, Captain Tamaroa was also at the breakfast station and though still a bit groggy, Warrior had enough wits about her to offer a salute.

"Morning Warrior." Tamaroa greeted.

"Good morning ma'am." Warrior replied, barely stifling a yawn.

Tamaroa chuckled. "I see someone's still a bit sleepy." She said.

Warrior nodded. "Aye."

"Was it that dream again?"

Warrior winced. She had told Tamaroa about the dream after the first few nights. While the older cutter didn't understand its meaning either she had told Warrior to inform her on any new developments.

"Yes." She sighed. "Nothing new. Just the same thing, a dark night and then out of nowhere, wham. I'm dead."

Tamaroa smiled reassuringly. "You'll figure it out. A few of the others, they had memory problems when they first came back. But they sorted through it and so will you."

Warrior nodded. "Thanks ma'am."

Tamaroa shook her head. "Warrior, we're not on duty yet. Relax, and call me Tamaroa."

"Yes ma'am-I mean yes Tamaroa." Warrior straightened instantly, her bearings coming into play.

Tamaroa sighed. Warrior's past remained shrouded in mystery. Tamaroa knew the brass had something from when she was raised but they were choosing not to share it. Warrior was not born a military ship, that much was clear. Her size and her lines indicated a part warship heritage however which was likely why she caught onto her training so easily. Even so, she didn't have to be so stiff all the time. It was a mark of a newbie that they maintain their military bearings. They all learned to relax over time, Warrior would too so Tamaroa hoped.

Tamaroa left to oversee the next watch while Seneca, one of the Famous-class cutters and Warrior's best friend, arrived for breakfast. The two ships helped themselves to the breakfast table and were just finishing their second helping of gravy and biscuits when the base's smallest and most annoying, in Warrior's opinion, residents arrived. Willow and Oak, two of the Juniper-class buoy tenders, were based out of Newport but always enjoyed a quick jaunt across the bay to Woods Hole. The two descended upon the breakfast table like a pair of hungry wolves, filling their plates as quickly as they stuffed their faces.

"Would it trouble you two to show just the slightest hint of manners." Warrior asked, looking a bit disgusted by their behavior.

"What's it to ya, granny?" Oak said through a mouthful of food while Willow snickered. Some bits sprayed out of her mouth and Warrior shrank back so they wouldn't strike her pristine white hull.

"USCGC Oak, apologize this instant! That is a superior officer you are addressing!" Senaca growled.

"Sorry Ensign." Oak muttered. Willow echoed her. The two moved off.

"The way those two act, it is completely improper!" Warrior huffed after they had left. She by contrast, had been eating her breakfast with all the dignity and poise of a lady.

"All this talk about proper and you wonder why they call you granny?" Senaca asked.

Warrior squawked indignity but politely. "But it is improper. For them to behave so rudely is unbecoming of a Coast Guard ship."

"You know sometimes I think you're from the wrong era." Senaca said.

"What makes you say that?" Warrior asked.

"Besides the whole 'proper lady' act you have an accent that slips through when you get mad."

Warrior frowned. She was aware she didn't sound like the average Yank. Tamaroa had told her that she actually sounded more like a Brit. Not that she minded. Warrior thought it prim and proper, like how a pair of certain buoy tenders should be acting!

"It's cute." Senaca smirked.

Warrior found her own lips twitching but maintained her annoyed stance. "It is not! You take that back!" Her accent was thicker than ever and Senaca started laughing.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny! Senaca!" Warrior could only pout as, infuriatingly, Senaca laughed more.