Britannia's advice was quickly put into action. Mary Rose was hooked up to monitoring devices as a tube was put down her throat and used to pump out her lungs. Waking her was out of the question right now. Time and decomposition had decayed her to the point that it was unclear if she would ever wake at all. So she was left in a coma like state with special equipment monitoring and assisting her vitals.
Once she was stabilized, crews got to work on clearing out her rotten timbers and replacing them with fresh ones. They were cautious, the restorers and anthropologists all operating under the watchful eye of Shipwrights. After all, the Mary Rose was an alive ship now. Not a relic mummy.
The men worked hard for 5 years, replacing timbers and drying out the old wood that remained. Once finished, Mary Rose looked nearly like how she did in Henry VIII's time just without her masts. But her hull was complete, a mismatch of light and dark planking. She could choose her own livery.
The time had come. With a nod from the lead shipwright, a switch was flipped, the oxygen pumps were removed from Mary's throat and a mask was put on instead, still giving her the air she needed to breathe. Given a dose of stimulants, she was slowly brought out of her coma over the course of a few hours. Steel ships were brought around faster but given Mary Rose's age and condition at the time of her raising, it was deemed far safer to do things slowly.
She twitched a bit, shifting around in her specially designed cradle. Her flank struck one of the support boards and she winced.
"Mary?" The lead shipwright spoke up.
She raised her head, nose pointed towards the voice and her eyes opened. She blinked several times as she adjusted to the light. Her eyes were bright green. "Yes? And vho are you, good sir?"
Her accent was thick, sounding close to German. Which was to be expected. Old English was very similar.
"My name is Jacob Craven. I'm an engineer at the University of London." He replied.
She frowned. "I am, not familar with the university." She said.
"That's because it wasn't around, in your time." He replied.
She looked confused so he showed her some sympathy. "You've been, asleep for a long long time. What uh, what's the last thing you remember?" He asked.
"I remember a battle." She replied slowly as she recalled details. "Those damned Spanish heretics were threatening English soil. Did I- I must've sunk. But I don't really remember." She looked back down at him. "I am sorry, Mr. Craven."
"No apologies necessary madam." He replied courteously. "No one here expects you to remember everything immediately. It has been many years since your sinking."
"How many years?" She asked sharply. "My manipulator, did it..."
"Worked like a charm." He assured. "You hold the record for the longest operating current manipulator. At 473 years."
Mary's eyes went so wide they nearly bugged out of her head but to her credit, she didn't panic. She kept herself calm. "That is..." She began, stunned. She looked like she would say more before she changed tacks. "Then it seems I have much to catch up on." She said.
"And we will be happy to provide the materials for that." Craven replied. "Welcome to the 21st century, Mary Rose."