Queen Mary was a ship on a mission. She stormed across the harbor, searching left and right for the old ship until she found her, slumped against one of the docks sound asleep.
Normally, Mary would've left her alone. She looked like she needed a good rest. As it was, her anger prevailed and she shoved the ship hard against the dock.
She yelped. "Oi! What was that for?!" She cried indignantly.
"Where's Oceanic?!" Mary growled.
"Answer me, now!" She pushed the ship hard against the dock.
"She was transported back in time 100 years." The ship groaned out.
"Impossible, I don't believe you!" Mary growled, pushing harder.
"It's what happened. She went back in time, remaining in the same physical place."
"You mean, she went back in time, but she hasn't moved." Mary asked.
"Exactly." The ship nodded.
Mary relented and let her go.
The ship collapsed, coughing harshly as she recovered. Then she turned to face Mary.
"Listen to me very carefully youngling." She growled. "Events are still in motion here. If all goes well, Oceanic will be where she belongs and the wrong in history will have never happened."
"She belongs with me!" Mary growled.
"Haven't you been listening?!" The ship hissed, at long last losing patience. "Oceanic never did nor will be a part of your fleet! Have you noticed how she acts around you? Cunard is the only one she's hostile to. Ever wondered why?"
"Because she's White Star." Mary realized.
"Exactly. She's the last of the Old Guard. She doesn't fit in here and she never will. Sending her back in time was merciful. She'll have friends there, she'll have a better life if she completes her mission."
"And what mission is that?" Mary asked.
"The one that ensures that I even exist." The ship replied.