Olympic was baffled. 'Glorified'?

"Um, what exactly do you mean by that?"

Now it was the male duo's turn to be surprised. Especially Britannic.

"You don't know what we're talking about?"

When the lead olympian shrugged, Titanic just shook his head with a smile.

"I'm not even going to bother asking how that's even possible, because that's me talking. Anyway, you may or may not believe this, but remember how on Sundays,"

Britannic quickly interrupted.

"They also go on Saturdays and weekdays."

"...MOSTLY Sundays, remember how people would attend this thing called 'church', and they'd go to praise 3 people who somehow are the same 1 thing they call 'God?'

Olympic's jaw-dropped. No, it couldn't be. And yet, it made absolute sense once you think about it.

"You saw, Him?" Titanic and Britannic could no longer contain their excitement and spilled everything like one giant wave. "YOU BET WE SAW HIM; IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE! HE SHOWED US ANGELS, A-AND, WHAT HEAVEN LOOKS LIKE, AND, AND,"

"STOP IT!" Olympic suddenly shouted. At seeing her twins confused expressions, she quickly softened up. "You both are talking way too fast for me to understand. I know what you experienced must have been beyond spectacular, but you must slow down and take it one step at a time if you want me to understand. And don't speak simultaneously: it makes you sound like a mockingbird with a scratchy voice," she concluded with a smirk, as her brothers were left to chase their breath from laughing so much.

"Ok, sorry. But really; if we were to try to put it into words, it would fail in less time than it took for us to sink combined and evened out. We,"

"Can we take turns? You're not the only one this happened to."

"...If you interrupt me again, it won't be pretty. Sure. So we started out in complete darkness. Kind of like a dream, except we weren't dreaming, so it was a complete limbo of black nothingness, blacker than our paint jobs, at that."

"Then, we heard a voice. And it was unlike anything we ever heard; the most powerful and most soothing tone we've ever heard. Again, anyone can try it. They just won't be the same."

"And as that voice was calling us, and yes, it was calling us by name, there came this light, and when I say it was bright, I mean that as an understatement. Not only was it whiter than the whitest star I've ever seen, but it PENETRATED the dark! It's like when someone stabs someone else with a spear or something."Why did I just say that?"

"...What he said. And now this is the best part, for it was then that we saw the form of God they call Jesus. Sister, take all the stories and pictures of Him that are out there; He is everything they say He is and more!"

"He told us not to cry or to be afraid. He showed us the holes in his hands and gave us the warmest hug we have ever felt, again something that we cannot describe because it was warmer than anything you can name in this world, yet it never burned like with our boilers or with the sun."

"He then 'opened' our eyes, and basically, when you read the story on how He died, He was 'dead' serious when He told that guy he'd be with him in paradise. Heh, get it? 'Dead' serious?"

Britannic gave the second oldest a jab in the side."Not funny."

Titanic barked in surprise. "Wow, now I thought a nurse is supposed to 'care' for the patients. Not to hurt them any further."

"Hey; I was meant to be a liner like you and sister, remember? And besides, being a nurse wasn't that bad; I actually learned a lot from it."

"Which is why you act like a big softie most of the time."

"Says the one whose sinking changed next to nothing about his overall persona."

"At least I knew better than to call myself 'unsinkable'.

"But you do know that you mustn't make jokes like that, especially not after meeting face-to-face with the Alpha and Omega of reality!"

"Yeah you're right, sorry about that."

"Don't ask me for forgiveness, ask Him."

"Noted."

"Anyway, yeah, 'paradise' is perhaps the only on-Earth term that could describe what we saw in Heaven. If I were to try painting what we saw, then you could see that basically, Heaven is just, beautifully unreal."

"A fairy tale in real life. And when He lead us in, there was a whole row of angels lining up our path playing something that looked like a trumpet, trombone, and clarinet put together, but the music, my goodness."

"We saw his band members who played the last song before he went down, and they were able to play like angels themselves. That's how good it was. What piece did they play again?"

"I'm pretty sure it was 'Nearer My God To Thee', but it could've also been 'Autumn'. And we also got to see all the people who perished on us; Brit started a conversation with his, kinda like with a doctor and his patients at the hospital…"

"I heard that."

"Whatever. And I got to see all the, the: barnacles, I forgot how many already!"

"Well no surprise there."

"Now who's making the wrong jokes at the wrong time? Before I get interrupted AGAIN, all those who died on me, or at least most of them for both of us, now that I think about it, came to visit. They forgave me for messing up, Captain Smith said he couldn't have asked for a better ship to sail on at the end of his life, and Mr. Andrews gave me a pat on the snout and called me 'good boy'" (sighs in dreaminess).

Britannic then advanced and, holding his sister closely, looked her right in the eye. "It was Heaven, and we can't say it any better than that. But we're also forgetting the most important part. Tit-ti?"

Titanic snapped out of his daze and went back to attention. "Oh right. He then brought us into His temple, and from there we could see everything in the universe that was happening; past, present, and future. Well, he brought us to the latter, and we saw you in danger. The screen then briefly went transparent, and He asked us who we were. Obviously, we said we were ships meant to sail across the North Atlantic. But he corrected us."

Olympic raised whatever would pass for a ship's eyebrow. "Corrected?"

They both nodded as Britannic continued. "He said we were Olympic-Class liners, and that there is a thing we possess that makes us far more than just your normal, everyday, man-made machine."

The lead ship for which such a class was named was intrigued. "What is it?"

Tears once again began to form as the Irish spirits seemed to literally shine their joy through the divine aura in which they were wrapped.

"Love."

"Sister, when I was going down, my band played music to keep the crowd at ease so they could help save as many lives as possible. With Brit, Captain Bartlett waited until everyone could get in a lifeboat before he made his way out. And both of us know that the only reason you changed is because you simply loved us way too much to accept what happened."

"And by the way, that was why we came back," Britannic added. "Seeing you lose your mind made us cry, and it was scary, because that's not like you. And so He sent us down to save you, and not necessarily from sinking, but to save you from taking a path of hate, because if we never showed up, you'd have gone down hating the whole world. That's basically how we saved you, because He gave us powers to heal."

Titanic then snickered. "Obviously, that explains why I have ice from the iceberg and he has fire from the mine."

Olympic's eyes widened, then she dropped her head. So that was what it was: she was literally taking on a completely different form, one that hates rather than loves. Turns out that the deaths of her brothers didn't just affect how people looked at safety on the sea; if they never came back when they did…

The boys caught her by surprise by conjoining the 3 of them in one big hug. Britannic was first to start. "Family forever?"

Titanic joined in. "Family forever. Sister?" And the 2 looked over at their eldest sister, their leader. Their eyes widened when they laid eyes on her again.

It seemed her persona this time was nothing more than pure, as for a brief moment, Olympic looked like an angel herself, as if all her insides were just lit up with nothing but affection for those she loved and life itself. Pulling the grand trio as close as possible to each other, she whispered in a tone that only they could hear. "Family forever." Their embrace couldn't have shown it any better. At this, both Titanic and Britannic began glowing brighter than normal, as one big ball of light started to engulf them.

She quickly became became concerned. "Are you…" She was then silenced by the dream, Titanic, who looked up with the most loving smile you could imagine. "This is not goodbye, sister."

That was when the flagship, Olympic, suddenly got hit with reality, and her voice began to crack as the tears returned. "No, please. Not after all this time!"

Once again, she was silenced as the wonder, Britannic then spoke up. "What he said, sister. Look, we can no longer be here, and White Star will not last for much longer. But you can still ensure that they'll make a mark on the future. Majestic and Homeric, they need you."

Titanic then advanced to wipe away the wetness that was steadily running down to Olympic's decks. "Take them in sister, they're yours now. We have already finished what we came for. Now it's time for you to do the same. But in order to do that, you must let us go."

Olympic could no longer contain herself, but her kin were right. No more could she keep on staying stuck in the past and fantasizing over the 'what if'. The future was at stake, and if it meant she died along with White Star to make it possible, then so be it. In a flash, she quickly wrapped her two brothers turned guardians into one more hug, before finally releasing them into the tides of time.

Titanic quickly spoke. "We'll always be with you, sister. Listen and remember this; the thing that defines an ocean liner in the very end, is their passion, that is unwavering to serve,"

Then speaking in unison with Britannic,

"And wants to cross that ocean MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE!"

Olympic swelled with emotions as she watched them go.

"I LOVE YOU TWO!"

And in a whoosh, it was all over.