USS Constitution, nicknamed Old Ironsides for her seemingly impenetrable wooden hulls. Launched in 1797, she was the oldest ship in active service in the world and she was already 223 years old by 2020.

Her design consisted of a wooden hull, and she had full-rigged sails on three wooden masts. Her displacement was 2,200 tons, she was 93 meters long from her bowsprit to her spanker and 53 meters at her waterline. Her beam was 13.26 meters wide, her mainmast was 67 meters tall, and her hold was 4.34 meters deep.

She carried eight smaller boats with her, with one longboat, two cutters, two whaleboats, one gig, one jolly boat and one punt. She carried an armament of thirty 24-pounder long guns, twenty 32-pounder carronades, and two 24-pounder bow chasers.

She was known for defeating the British ships HMS Guerriere, HMS Java, HMS Pictou, HMS Cyane, and HMS Levant, and she contributed to an important part of the history of the United States; the formative years of America and its military. Enough of explaining about her, let's get right into the present, shall we?


16:32 Eastern Standard Time, August 29, 2020

USS Constitution let out a gravelly sigh, which only came out as the slight creaking of the sails on her tall masts. Half of her crew was busy cleaning her decks while the rest were busy discussing in her berth deck about the current happenings of the year.

The year was off to a bad start with the Australia forest fires, Venice gradually sinking underwater due to melting ice caps, the short fiasco between USA and Iran, and the eruption of a volcano in the Philippines. Worst of all was the still ongoing COVID-19 pandemic with third world countries suffering the worst damage to their economies.

She was also a museum ship while also being in active service, which provided a large chunk of her maintenance funding to keep her up and running. But due to the ongoing pandemic, she had to open and close her museum doors in irregular schedules. This, along with the itinerary of the three-foot social distance, caused the number of her visitors to gradually dwindle, and so did her maintenance funds.

If the pandemic was to continue for at least two years, she wouldn't stay afloat even half a month after that time period. One of the sailors discussing in her berth deck left to walk on her spar deck, looking around the busy Boston cityscape with a sad expression plastered on his face.

"You were valiant, but because of this damned pandemic it seems that you would die off with a pathetic cause if this lasted two more years. The maintenance fund set for you is dwindling, and it'll become insufficient by the next 15 months. . . Plus there's hurricane Desmond that already hit Florida, Category Three. Florida got hit hard."

He sighed sadly as he leaned on her deck wall, looking up to her towering masts as if he was talking directly to her. Constitution sighs in response, and the sailor would hear this as the slight creaking of her sails. "Well, I've went through storms already back in my heydays, y'know. . ." She chuckled to herself.

"Also, we've all went through hurricanes Matthew, Ivan, and Irma, right? Don't worry that much about me, I'll be very much fine." She chuckled lightly as she reassured her sailor, even though she knew the fact that the passing breeze was the only one able to hear her words. But as if the sailor heard her words, he replied words of concern that she would later treasure in her life.

"Constitution, I hope the tides ever turn to your favor. And, stay alive, too. . ."

As if on cue, the rest of the crew were already dismissed by their supervisors and heading for their homes. They were walking with at least a meter's distance away from each other, and the sailor Constitution just conversed with would join the rest of the crew departing the ship through her gangplank.

She let out another gravelly sigh, her masts creaking ever so slightly. "I do wish his words were true. . ." She said to herself with a tone of concern and worry, her frame gently and quietly bobbing up and down on the water. . .


11:39 Eastern Standard Time, September 1, 2020

The azure sky over Boston was overcast by gray clouds the entire morning, and for each passing hour the clouds seem to grow darker. The usual gentle breeze was replaced by wind that strongly blew around papers and trash across the roads of Boston, and along with the clouds it blew stronger for each passing hour. The city streets were empty save for some speeding cars rushing their drivers to the safety of their homes, and this emptiness gave the city an eerie silence.

The dark skies. . . The city's unsettling silence. . . The strong winds gave an eerie atmosphere that, disturbed even one of the oldest ships in the world. "I have a bad feeling about this. By the time hurricanes hit Massachusetts, they're supposed to be around Category One or weaker. . . I don't know what is happening, but I have a really bad feeling about this."

Constitution said to herself over the howling winds. Two days ago, she was moved to her dry dock so that she wouldn't be washed off to the sea if ever the hurricane hit Massachusetts. The wind became deafeningly strong, causing the water from the large, open river to form pretty large waves that sloshed around. Some water spilled every now and then into her empty dam, causing her to tense up. Her sails creaked loudly from the strong blowing of the wind as the rain suddenly started to pour in heavy torrents.

With all this, she started to cuss up a storm as strong as the hurricane around her. "Ah shit, fucking shit. Not like this, not like this. God fucking dammit!" She spat out as the winds grew stronger and caused even more water to spill gradually in her dry dock. She prayed to God and hoped that her dam wouldn't crack from all the waves, but much to her terror the barrier started to crack from the middle.

For a moment she got relieved for a moment from the thought that she was kept in place by ropes tied to poles around her, only to realize that she actually wasn't. "For fuck's sake! Somebody, anybody help!" She shouted for help as loudly as she can, fear and terror filling her voice as she cried out. . .

But nobody heard her as her voice was drowned out by winds getting ever so powerful and the rain battering on top of her decks, as if the hurricane wanted to silence her before taking her away. The dam which served as her only protection from getting carried away by the hurricane cracked even more, the cracks growing outwards faster and faster as some water also started seeping through in some areas.

"Shit, no, no, fucking shit! Please stop! No! I don't wanna go!" Her screaming voice was filled with terror and panic as her desperation reached its peak.

She went through some storms back in her heydays, but what she didn't go through was going right in the middle of one that seemed to be actively out to get her!

With one final crack, her protective dam crumbled and let the roaring waters from the river crash right into Constitution. She grunted from the rushing water's impact as her supports under her got toppled over. With that she was pushed forwards by the water, and the distinct sound of wood colliding with stone can be heard a moment later over the deafening sounds of the hurricane.

"Gah! That fucking hurt!" She said in a pained and irritated voice as she was roughly and quickly carried out of her formerly empty dry dock and out into the rushing waters of Boston River. She was carried towards the southeast, directly to the furious and dangerous stormy Atlantic under the raging hurricane.

"NOOOO! PLEASE GODDAMMIT! HELP ME! ANYONE!" She screamed in terror in a futile attempt to call for anybody's attention, but the only thing to hear her scream was the howling wind that effortlessly drowned out her cries for help. She was now 4 kilometers offshore in a matter of a few minutes, her panicking reaching its peak as she shrieked in terror while the roaring waves around her battered her wooden hull.

Her screams only came out as the loud and deep creaking of her entire wooden frame, and they still went unheard under the combined sounds of the strong howling winds, roaring waters, and heavily pouring rain as she was pulled deeper into the raging hurricane. Suddenly, a wave about 45 meters tall towered over her battered, wooden frame.

"Oh God! NONONONONOOOOOO AAAAAAHH-!" Her terrified shriek was cut off as the large wave crashed above her, fully submerging her below the ferocious waters and gales. She couldn't say a word anymore as air escaped her insides and was replaced with water, and she was left to silently shriek as she plunged deeper into the deep, black waters below her. . .


8:51 Eastern Standard Time, September 2, 2020

[OLDEST WARSHIP MISSING AFTER HURRICANE]

[USS Constitution disappears without a trace]

These are only two out of the many headlines buzzing across newspapers, televisions, and the internet worldwide. When Hurricane Desmond's eye was around 70 kilometers offshore from Boston, Massachusetts, its strength suddenly weakened and disappeared altogether in a matter of four hours.

After the hurricane's disappearance, it was discovered that USS Constitution was gone from her dry dock. The US Coast Guard dispatched many units to search under Boston River only to turn up empty-handed, and they were met with the same result when they searched around the surrounding sea.

The search area became exponentially larger and larger for each failed attempt to find her to the point the Coast Guard searched as far as 527 kilometers west off Spain's shore, but they still turned up empty-handed without any single trace or piece of debris from the lost ship. . .

It was like she disappeared altogether, into thin air, as the hurricane passed over her.

About a thousand controversies and conspiracy theories were formed in a record time of only under ten minutes after the news of her seeming demise came up. Among those theories was one that said that she was teleported to another world, but nobody believed that because of the lack of proof and evidence for her disappearance.

Well, it turns out that theory is actually the correct one, but nobody will ever know. About the world she got teleported to. . .?


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On a very small island in the middle of a vast ocean were a couple of palm trees, and the ground consisted of only sand with no grass whatsoever. Yet what's interesting about this island is that there's a female human lying on the white sand. Her name is Constitution, and she's from a different world, different from the world she will later explore.

". . ." Constitution slowly stirred from her sleep before she gently fluttered her eyes open. She didn't get up, rather she kept lying down.

". . . The hurricane. . ." She muttered as the memories of her nightmarish experience rushed into her head, only for those thoughts to be cut off by one thing that she realized just now.

". . . Why do I have eyelids? And a voice?" She said confused and disturbed as she suddenly sat up, only to get shocked when she saw that she had a human body.

". . . H-Holy shit. What, in the bullfuck just, happened to me." She slowly ground out in dawning realization as she raised her hands in front of herself, before she stood up with her hands to her temples.

"Okay, so I get sucked, into a hurricane, sink under the damn ocean, and wake up with the body of a human. What in the fucking tarnation happened to me!?" She shouted the last line in simultaneous exasperation, fear, confusion, and shock at the vast open ocean.

Constitution took slow, deep inhales and exhales as she made an effort to calm her reacting nerves down. The more she calmed down, the more her deep breathing became less deliberate, before she stood straight to assess herself.

"Okay, I get sucked into a hurricane, sink under the ocean, and wake up on a random island, with the body of a human. . ."

She paused, clearing her throat a bit.

". . . So that happened." She said again with exasperation in her voice before letting out a gravelly sigh, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Damnit, how would people believe that I'm the ol' Constitution then?" She gritted her teeth in frustration, and suddenly a thousand glowing blue cubes materialized and circled around her.

"Oh Goddammit, not again!" She grit her teeth as she shut her eyes tight, holding her arms up in front of her to protect herself. . .

. . .

Nothing happened.

. . .

Constitution tentatively opened one of her eyes, then she opened her other eye. Her jaw dropped as she saw herself, or rather, her ship form with all her sails furled, floating a distance of 20 meters away from the shore.

"... H-Huh? Wait, why is a copy of myself floating there?" She squinted her eyes at the silhouette of her ship form far off the island in utter confusion, before she rapidly shook her head.

"I-I'm not dreaming, right?" She said to nobody in particular before she slapped herself, very hard.

"Ow. So I'm not dreaming then." She then sighed again before she walked towards the water. But just as she stepped her foot in the water, her foot stood on the water's surface as if it was still solid ground, much to Constitution's surprise.

"Wait." She looked at her foot that was stepping on the water. She stamped her foot, splashing water on her worn boots.

". . . What." Before she tentatively stepped her other foot further into the water, or rather on top of its surface.

". . . Wow, one surprise after another, eh? Jeez, I feel like I'm Jesus walking on water right now." She said with a light chuckle as she started walking towards her ship form.

When Constitution reached her ship, she climbed up one of the side ladders and onto her spar deck. She looked up at her own tall masts with awe, and she walked around looking at her rows of carronade cannons with wonder.

". . . So, this is how it looks and feels like to be on top of your own deck. I have to say, I'm really impressed and amazed." She said before looking for the ladders heading to the gun deck. As she walked, she looked around to observe her cannon rows and ammunition boxes neatly positioned amidships. She turns towards the aft and walks towards the cabins.


Constitution then enters the commodore's cabin, and she would look at the central table with surprise. There was a meter-long, golden hilted cutlass sheathed with fine, black leather on the table, and beside it sat a dark, navy blue admiral's cap from the 2000s with shiny gold ornate finishes. Along with these two items sat a McCormick Model 1797 pistol with a dark oak wood finish, also having the same decoration as the admiral's cap sitting beside it.

There was also a small, ornately-decorated golden-trimmed retractable telescope on the table, and just right beside it sat a navigational magnetic compass with a golden frame which was as finely crafted. She looked at the large mirror across the table, and she walked around it to look at her own human body in the mirror.

Staring right back at Constitution was a human woman around her thirties with a height of around five feet and ten inches. She had fair, alabaster-colored soft skin, and her body had a voluptuous hourglass shape to it.

Her straight, blonde hair reached up to the middle of her back, and her bangs lie pretty low on her forehead. Her face was a heart shape that had a gently tapering jawline, and her round, blue eyes had a glint of vigor in them. Her thin eyebrows don't really arch that much, and her lips were thin and narrow.

Constitution's clothing consisted of the 1797 US Navy uniform, the year when she was launched. Her coat and pants were a dark, navy blue, her undercoat, pants, and socks were colored ochre, and her shirt under her coat and her leather shoes were colored an abyssal black. Her coat and pants hugged her curves tightly, her voluptuousness showing more under clothes.

She turned her back to the mirror and looked at her plump, large, and round butt. She slowly hovered one of her hands above her butt, before giving it a weak and gentle slap. She looked forwards at the mirror again as she raised her hands beneath her large assets, and slowly heaved them upwards with a blush crawling up to her face.

"Have to admit, didn't know, I'd be this. . . Endowed. . ." Constitution trailed off with embarrassment as she removed her hands from her chest, before rapidly shaking her head to clear her mind of her growing thoughts.

She walked up to the center table and picked up the sheathed cutlass, and she partially pulled the sword out of the sheath to reveal the word "IRONSIDES" in bold, printed black letters at the base of the blade. She then pushed the sword back into its sheath and set it back down on the table.

"Heh, you know, everything here reminds me of myself and my first crew back in my heydays. . . Been so long." Constitution said as she looked out at the windows off to the side, a look of longing on her face as a lone tear went down her left cheek. She looked back down at the table, then she turned back to look at the mirror behind her.

"Well, I should know how to be a human then." She cheered up as she brought a hand up to wipe her lone tear away, before looking back at the table behind her. She picked up the sheathed sword again and searched her belt.

"If I remember correctly, my first three crews had their swords at the left of their belts. Right?" Constitution said as she reached her vacant hand under her coat, beneath her tucked-in shirt, and towards her belt. Predictably, there was a single looped holster at the left part of her belt, to which she snickers in confidence.

"Just as I thought." She said with smugness in her voice as she slid her sheathed cutlass through her holster.

"Now, I'll take these." Constitution said as she took the pistol, telescope, and compass and hid them in her pockets. She then takes the admiral's cap and puts it on, and she turns back again to the mirror and looks at herself.

"Heh, as ready as ever." She chuckled with pride before heading out the cabin with a skip to her step. Constitution then walked across the gun deck towards the ladder heading up to the spar deck.


"Time to man the helm!" She enthusiastically exclaimed as she dashed across the deck towards the helm. She then goes behind the helm, and she slowly raises her hands up to grip the handles. When Constitution gripped the handles, they felt as if they were made for her grip.

". . . Wow. . . So this is what it feels like, to man your own helm. . ." She only said in awe before looking up at her sails. Constitution then pulled out her compass as the wind started to blow, the cool air caressing her skin making her sigh in relief. She then looked down at the compass in her hand.

"I wonder what this does?" She said, tilting her head to the side in curiosity as she looked at the compass. The compass north was facing to her front left, and the red needle was pointing in the same direction. Constitution then turned towards that direction until the compass needle was facing dead ahead of her.

"Ohhhhh, so this is what my sailors used to navigate the oceans. I get it now! So the direction where I'm heading is…" She turned to where the bow of the ship pointed, and she aligned the compass north towards where the needle pointed. She then looked at the compass to see what direction the ship was pointing at.

"Northeast. The winds are heading from right behind me, so the ship is in running direction. Since I'm literally on top of my ship form, I can just command myself to my whim."

". . . I think I confused myself for a moment there." Constitution shook her head for a bit before clearing her throat and looking forwards, gripping the handles of the helm firmly.

"Anchor aweigh!" She loudly commanded, and sure enough the capstan further forwards the spar deck started turning by itself.

"Whoa, that's epic! Well then. . ." She paused as she reached her right hand towards her sheathed cutlass. With one swift and clean motion, she seamlessly pulls out her sword and points it dead ahead.

"Unfurl all sails!" With Constitution's loud and booming command, all of the ship's sails fell down with loud, satisfying flaps. With that, the ship started to move forwards and gained speed for each passing second. She confidently and triumphantly guffawed, returning her cutlass in her holster before putting her hands on her waist.

"Bahahaha! Now that's what we're talkin' 'bout!" Constitution triumphantly declared as she sailed northeast, multiple thoughts crossing her mind as the gentle wind caressed her skin.

'I always wished to get myself into another adventure again, maybe this is a start to one? I still remember that one sailor's words...

"Constitution, I hope the tides ever turn to your favor. And, stay alive, too. . ."

Maybe the tides did turn for my favor, but in a way that I didn't even think to expect? Well, having a human body isn't really that bad. Single-handedly controlling your own ship form by just barking orders instead of having an entire crew to control you? That's a dream I sometimes wanted, but now that it's actually happening, it's really awesome!'

She smiled cheerfully as she stood triumphantly behind her helm, her hands holding the handles firmly. She looked around savoring the fresh, gently blowing winds and the sight of the vast ocean around her, the island where she came from gradually getting smaller and later disappearing under the azure horizon.