Oceanic sailed into the center of the Titanic Memorial Fleet with her head held high. All the ships stopped to stare at her. The Cunard liner felt a twinge of smugness at this. "Yeah pipsqueaks, beat this!" She thought triumphantly. Her gaze flickered to the flag flying from her mast and she felt a twinge of nostalgia. "All that's left of my once great ancestors." She thought sadly. The White Star Line may be gone, but it lived on in her and she was proud to carry on that heritage. The Coast Guard ship Rescue dipped her head, lowering her ensign in respect. Oceanic was surprised at the gesture, seeing as the American was military it would be her to dip her ensign first. But Rescue merely shook her head and said gently "You are a living reminder of why we are all here today. We should never forget our past." Oceanic continued on, feeling her keel scrap against something. "Oi!" She shouted. "Who's beneath me?!" "Relax giantess, it's just me." Viking said as he surfaced. "Ugh, I should've known." She grumbled. "Aww come on darling don't be like that. You know you love me." He said. "Not on you're life." The liner grumbled and sailed off. She immediately hit something else. "Oceanic, be careful!" Rescue admonished her. "Anacyls is tying to haul up a piece of Titanic without you demolishing it." Oceanic winced. "Sorry, Anacyls." She said. The Russian shrugged. "No harm done." He said. "Just be careful alright?" Oceanic nodded and continued on. Taking her place beside him. "You off to New York after this, da?" He asked. Oceanic nodded. "I'll drop off my passengers there and take more back to England. Just like the old days." She added with a slight smile. The Russian dipped his head in agreement and returned his attention back to a pretty young French liner. Oceanic resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Boys, they all had the same ideas.
Overhead, the Coast Guard's helicopter flew directly above Oceanic. It would be a signal to start the festivities. Many things happened at once after that. First, a green yacht went speeding by through the fleet, seemingly out of control with its stern on fire. Then a white light enveloped it and several other ships close by. Oceanic was one of them. She could hear the screams of her fleetmates as they watched Oceanic, Anacyls, Rescue, Viking, and the yacht vanish before their eyes.
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Oceanic groaned, blinking as she came to. It was dark around her and she had no idea where she was. Her GPS was down and her radar was picking up several contacts, 2 of which were unidentified. The yacht, Lochale, was running around in circles screaming in pain as her stern caught fire. Before Oceanic could help her, she vanished into the night. The liner sighed. Glancing around her she could see Anacyls, and Rescue struggling to get their bearings. "I've got a contact!" Rescue said. "Where?" Oceanic asked. "Radar shows its about 15 miles out. It's putting out distress signals like crazy, in morse!" Rescue replied. "Morse code?!" Oceanic repeated. "But that's like, ancient." Rescue fell silent. "Well, what's it saying?" Oceanic asked impatiently. "Says she's sinking by the head, position Latitude:41.44N, Longitude:50.24W. Radar puts her about 15 miles Southeast of that position." Rescue said. "Well, what are we waiting for, let's go!" Oceanic growled. "There's more. Her callsign's MGY." Rescue added. Oceanic froze. All ships knew those letters. "It couldn't be..." Anacyls whispered. "She needs us." Oceanic growled. She wasn't sure why but for the first time in her life, she felt empowered, like she was meant to be here and do something. She didn't know what yet but she had a feeling that this mysterious ship with the fated callsign was part of it. "I don't know about you but I've got a feeling that a lot of people need our help right now." Rescue sighed. "She's right, another ship is in distress and regardless of where, when we are we need to go help." She said. When Oceanic spoke next it was quiet but her words carried a heavy weight to them. "Let's go."
