Jennifer sighed audibly, turning the sigh into a bored groan as she n flicked through the dozens of channels of daytime television with a dissatisfied stare. Reruns of reality TV shows, B movies, and other "quality television", finally coming to a news report on the rising prices of imported electronics before tossing the remote onto the ottoman with a dejected sigh, glancing furtively at the clock. It hadn't even reached midday.

She reached over to the side table and picked up a random book and thumbed through it briefly before she decided she wasn't interested in the subject of Awards and Commendations of the United States Navy: Volume 1. She huffed slightly, dramatically closing the book shut with a dissatisfied groan.

The television interrupted her pointless efforts to waste time.

"The United States Navy reports that another successful summoning of a warship spirit was undertaken, with the USS San Juan, being successfully returned to service at 5:15 this morning at the facility in Norfolk. Officials stated that-"

Jennifer threw the book to the coffee table and fixed herself to the TV. A slight girl with auburn hair and a white sailor top and skirt bristling with what looked to be near a dozen double barreled turrets stood awkward and confused in a small wading pool as the flashes of cameras went off all around her, doing little to help with the light cruiser's obvious confusion.

Inside the room the television panned through were a near dozen flags, pennants, and all sorts of colorful symbols of Americana and patriotism streaming from the walls with a navy band playing what, despite the actual audio being muted for broadcasting news over, Jennifer assumed were only the most American of songs. This overwhelming display of patriotism was clearly being experienced by San Juan, who, as she was led through the chamber by Navy sailors, gave repeated looks to the hanging pennants with confusion tinged joy.

Soon however the news article switched focus from the San Juan and began to pan around the room with more technical explanations regarding the ceremony that had taken place caused a look of glazed boredom to return to the viewer's eyes. That is until they caught something. On the center of the summoning room, one of the walls hung a US flag, not the standard one found above any modern government building, Jennifer recognized that one from her length amounts of time she stared at the one in the classroom during long winded lectures. On the flag currently displayed on the television the pattern of stars was all wrong, the standard displayed was older from the one in her class, different.

With that Jennifer stood up, excitedly, jumping up in preparation. Firstly she headed to the opposite side of the house to her own room. The cream colored walls, discarded clothes, and dozens of posters, indicated the bedroom of a girl entering her formative years. picking through the piles of clothes and discarded toys her uncle had given up on nagging over, she grabbed the old laptop she'd been using to write school papers.

She gave an excited look to her wall towards one of the many posters she cherished. This particular one bearing a trio of excitedly posed young girls in a variety of colorful sailor outfits and excited centermost one, clearly the excited leader, held her fist, gripping a pistol gripped turret high in the air. Jennifer smiled and hoisted the laptop up victoriously, nearly running put of the room before she remembered the pair of speakers sitting on her half open dresser, snatching them up with her free arm in an excited sprint.

Heading back to the small house's bathroom, she plugged the laptop into the wall and set the speakers up on the counter. Dramatically flipping the computer on with an excited giggle and stepping outside she made sure to set the tub to fill with cold water.

Her task nearly complete she headed down the hall to retrieve her last item, glancing suspiciously at the clock on her way to the furthest room in the house to confirm her Uncle was still at work, of only to avoid having to explain why she was poking about in his closet.

Jennifer opened the closet door and brushed past the mixture of Navy dress and working uniforms to find her quarry, a small footlocker her father had left for her. Having too little room to store it in her own room, she and her Uncle had agreed to leave the mementos in his closet.

Jennifer wasn't sure the origins, all she knew was that the small old wooden box had belonged to 'great grandpa' whether her father referred to her great grandpa or his own she never knew, both had passed away before she was born, but it was a treasure trove of old photos, a neat hat and most importantly she reflected, as she pulled out a blue starred piece of cloth, a very old flag that lived beneath it all. smelling of musk and dust she gingerly removed it and carefully brought it to the bathroom, spreading it flat on the counter behind the laptop with care.

Satisfied with her work, Jennifer set back with a smug grin, verifying that everything was in place before taking to her computer and pulling up the internet

After a brief YouTube search, she decided "8 Hours of American Patriotic Music" would be appropriate and clicking it filled the small tiled room with the sounds of Yankee Doodle. Taking a cross legged seat before the bathtub, hands excitedly held beneath her chin.

She waited.

Her face slowly turned grey with boredom as the minutes ticked by. Sitting alone with the torrent of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" she gave another disinterested sigh and groan. Stretched as she stood up,and she left the bathroom in a huff, turning off the water in disappointment as she left. Throwing herself back into her chair before the television she glancing at the remote and the book she has dramatically thrown down she began pondering what to do about her lack of activities, the sounds of "Yellow Rose of Texas" flowing faintly from down the hall.

She huffed again, bored as the minutes continued to tick by.

She picked up a magazine off the table, discovering it to be a furniture catalogue and spent more time taking into account the dazzling amounts of end tables, sofas, and gaudy wall decor available from Ikea than she should have before sending it to join its friends back at the coffee table and turned her attention to the TV, again, news still blaring as a large map of southern mexico was displayed a woman's voice explaining the middle of the news section.

"After initial setbacks from aggressive abyssal forces The battle for Panama has stabilized after the Royal Navy has sent several of the large gun battleships that US forces have still been unable to call on, despite the earlier setbacks-"

A light

"Where are I?" she asked, consciousness returning to her spirit

"Dead"

"But I feel- life. I think someone's calling me."

'Why should I answer the calls of those who so eagerly called my sisters and I worthless? Outdated?! Completely dismissed us?!"

"But we were built to fight! There's a fight out there for sure! I can feel it."

"They built us to fight and discarded us shamefully, the lot can rot, let me rest."

"This is a second chance, a new beginning, the ability to prove ourselves again!"

"No! I will not die unproved and unwanted again simply to hone the skills of others! I am a warship! My sisters were warships, we just weren't given the chance! They stole it from us!"

"Then let us prove it! Answer the call, make the enemy know our guns"

"They aren't the rusted hulks of the Spanish, let me rest, someone else can answer."

"I'm going!" she replied with determination, dipping her fingers into the between of existence. The other gave no reply.

"Battleship Iowa setting out!"