A.N. - The insert isn't me.

One moment I was on my couch, doing whatever on my phone.

A blink, and the next moment I was floating a meter above the middle of the ocean of all places!

"Ho-hooly shiiit!" I can't help shouting, thinking I would sink the moment I touched the water. But lo and behold:

Splash!

"Nani the what?"

Instead of being cold and wet all over, my heeled feet(screws?) felt like I landed on... actually, it still feels wet but only my feet went beneath the surface. It felt like I was standing on those very shallow kiddie pools in a waterpark my family went to before.

"Huh." I stamped a foot(screw) twice, testing if I'm actually not going to sink. Only a slight budge downwards, but that's it. "Is this what Jesus felt like? Wow, I'm actually doing the Jesus."

I then felt like touching the water, don't know why, just felt like doing it. I bent down with arm stretching downwards but then. Boing went the breasts I absolutely did not have before I popped over here. The buttoned dress shirt I just noticed am now wearing beneath a black leather jacket were open wide, failing to hide the... huge tracts of land, squeezed between which was a black tie that only helped emphasize them.

Well, they're mine now and being so exposed like this was new and very embarrassing if anyone were to see me like that. Thankfully I could still button the shirt close. Looking down more, I then noticed a black corset dress clothing my shapely hips, ending in a short skirt further down above my now stocking-clad legs. Oh my, they're very nice- wait they're mine too daaamn. I've turned into a bombshell!

A gust of wind then blew in from in front of me, buffeting my face while I was checking myself out. It blew itself and some strands of my black hair into my eyes, irritating them so I tried to block the wind with my arms. Didn't expect hunks of steel moving with them from behind me and totally blocking the wind.

"What the heeell..." Wide eyed I examined them very closely, noting the pipes, gears and machinery showing from the geps between the thick steel armor. The two were connected to a metal limb stretching to somewhere on my back. Another pair I saw were postioned further to my sides, and those two had three small turrety-things each, dual mounts all. They looked kind of cute.

Curious, I tried to move the big steel things still shielding me from the now subsided wind like I did earlier.

"Let's see...uh, move?" No movement with a worded command, so I tried visualizing it. "Come on, move!"

They moved then, first the arms moving to the sides then the steel... shield thing moving inwards towards me to reveal the much, much bigger turrets on them. One tripple barrelled turret on each shield. I felt a tingling from somewhere on my rear, telling me the indisputable fact that I have

another one of these monsters hanging on my back. Along with the bridge and conning tower rising from behind me. No visual confirmation needed.

Now I'm no hardcore superfan gamer, but I'm pretty sure I've just became a shipgirl of the battleship kind. One of the big ones to. Awesome.


A day's worth of testing and travelling had revealed to me a lot more information, and some issues I have.

Fact 1- I'm a shipgirl of the Azur Lane kind. I could transform go from my "shipgirl" mode which is me with my rigging, to a "ship" mode which is the one where I summon my hull with a blue flashy light show and ride it like a chariot. That's when I also discovered what ship I was: USS Iowa, the "Big Stick" in all its(my?) glory.

I also discovered I could turn into "girl" mode, wherein I've become a baseline human. That was when I de-summoned my ship hull and was sent flying forward and down towards the ocean. Only the timely summoning of my rigging prevented my inglorious splashdown, and I most certainly did not scream. No, no!

Also, I discovered too late the my-the name of the ship on the bottom right of my jacket, lining the button edge. Oops.

Fact 2 - Moving as a "ship" went fine, I just willed my engines to power up and my hull to move forward. Moving as a "shipgirl" however is the opposite. It's like being on rollerskates with engines attached, but on water. I faceplanted when I tried to step forward, and it took hours to get to a level where I could easily go along at standard speed. I preferred sailing in "ship" mode though, at least then I could bring out a chair and lie down.

Fact 3 - I'm alone and I don't know where or even when I am. I've been thinking of that since last night, before I slept and continued on when I woke up. It wa-is... it is a very difficult thing to think about. Not knowing if I'll ever see my mom and dad again, or carry my little sis around when she asked for it. My cousins, my friends... I may have cried a bit before going to sleep.

It... its a heavy weight in my heart, dampening the wonder and amazement I felt before while I was messing about with myself and getting a feel for how to properly be a shipgirl. And one of the things I would have liked was to have the company of the fairies from the kancoll-verse.

Again, I was totally alone and bereft anyone to speak with. My "ship" form was empty, all the various systems and my armaments moving by my will alone. A quite literal ghost ship if you will.

Oh, right my armaments. What did I have again...

9 16 in (406 mm)/50-caliber Mark 7 guns

12 5 in (127 mm)/38 cal Mark 12 guns

32 BGM-109 Tomahawk cruise missiles

16 RGM-84 Harpoon Anti-Ship missiles

4 20 mm/76 cal Phalanx CIWS

And with my ammunition stores filles to the brim, suffice to say I felt confident in my ability to defend myself. But I wanted to be very confident, to quell the doubts that refused to leave still. So I decided, to cheer myself up I went on to test out my gunnery.

From my bow I jumped up high, higher than when I was a normal human thanks to my powerful engines. My ship from flashed a brilliant blue before disintegrating into a mass of bright bluish cubes. They all converged on my back, then forming into my rigging, and I splashed down with barely a change in speed going forward. A nice trick I found myself often doing.

I then slowed myself down until I was stationary, wanting to start out easy during my gunnery practice. Soon enough I was still and bobbing along on the calm ocean.

"Right, let's figure this thing out." A cracked my knuckles, anticipation filling my limbs as I willed my forward main turrets to aim forward at a parch of ocean some... five kilometers away. Seeing as I have nothing to act as convenient targets I'll just have to tighten my shots as much as possible.

Wait, I don't want to use up my real ammunition. Do I have any practice shells.

"HC, AP, ooh Fire Crackers? Hot damn... ah there, but only nine? Alright, I could live with that, loading shells- wait. Are those...?"

Focusing inwards at my shell storage, my brows were furrowed as I took a much closer look at ten particularly distinctive shells. After some a few seconds, information of the shells then popped into my mind and I swore.

"Fucking hell, those are Katies!" Otherwise known as a W19 Nuclear Shell, with a yield of fifteen to twenty kilotons each. "Jesus Christ! Ok, those are for very, very special targets that I really want to make dead."

But unless some big sea monster or alien battleship shows up, those shells will stay where they are in their locked cases.

Anyway, all her 16in guns are loaded with a dyed round and ready now. She turned all three to her right-starboard side and aimed at small stretch of ocean five kilometers out. She raised her right arm, feeling excited and a bit theatric, and shouted out.

"All guns," And with a quick swipe downwards she cried: "FIRE!"

...

"Wait, ye hear that rumblin' out there, port of our ship sir?" A young crewman asked his senior with some alarm, this being his first voyage. His senior, standing next to a defense cannon looking out with his binocs put then down and gave hik a reassuring look.

"Could be. It coulda also not be one, the forecast hasn't said anything of a storm near these parts. Trust in the captain lad, he knows his weather."

Reassured, the young sailor nodded and went back to looking outwards with his own binocs. Nobody wants a group of Ketea and Razorsharks closing on the transport ship without any warning. Not to mention any pirates from the island to their west nearby.

...


"THAT WAS AMAZING HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I found myself laughing madly. Initially I was shocked by the sheer noise created by the cannon blasts. Surprisingly, the blasts that should have deafened and thrown back anyone in my position had not happened to me at all, besides a slight pull backwards from my rigging. I should have expected it though, I'm a shipgirl now for crying out loud. Some loud explosions and overpressure are nothing to a battleship of my class!

Slowly, ever so slowly my laugh petered out as I made an effort to calm myself down. I fired those training shells for a reason, so now with a sufficiently calm mind I waited for the shells to splash down, staring at the distant target area with my super-enhanced vision zoomed in.

..Ker-plash!

"Oh shoot." The results were... not quite what I expected. Instead of landing where I wanted them too, the salvo instead went to the right of the target location. Like, waaay over to the right. That's a difference of what... over eight hundred, nine hundred meters from target? I sucked in a breath through my teeth at that realization.

Alright, fact: I suck at aiming. Now to work on it, hopefully without spending half of my shells...


It is day three of sailing alone. Yesterday I've decided on a course by spinning myself around then jumping up. I landed in a direction pointing north, so north I'll go. Hope I'll hit land sometime soon. It's boring being alone, and the bouts of depression I've been having is something I do not want to deal with alone.

...I really miss my lil' sister. What I'll give to have a moment to hug her so!

Ehehem.

In other news, my gunnery practice yesterday went a bit better. There were good improvements certainly, helped by the fire control systems I remembered existed in my hull. Again, an embarrassing mistake. Had me mentally exploring my hull more thoroughly for anything else hidden. It's how I found eight recon drones, specifically the RQ-2 Pioneer in hangar under my stern deck. Another helpful addition to boost the accuracy of my guns, and spot for things out in the distance.

Ammo status, I have spent less shells than I thought I would have used. Phew! That fire control computer was a life saver drastically increasing my accuracy. As for the missiles, well, there aren't any valid targets I could lock on to so I didn't see the need to practice with them and besides I only carry forty eight missiles in total, mostly Tomahawks. No sense wasting any now.

Anyway, what else, what else? Oh right, I have some books and other stuff in the captain's quarters. A couple of books about the ship(me) like US Fast Battleships by Lawrence Burr and then of the wars Iowa(I) have fought in like The Admirals: Nimitz, Halsey, Leahy, and King. The Korean War and a few other books by Max Hastings. The Gulf War 1991 by Alastair Finlan and many others filled a shelf near the captain's (now my) bed.

And almost a dozen fiction novels too, all y favorites so I won't get too bored out by the previous selection of books. Whoever or whatever put them there, thanks. Now if only they added my phone and laptop along. That'll be great.

Right now I'm just cruising along at a comfortable fifteen knots, sitting on a beach chair on my manifested hull under the afternoon sun. According to the time it's around half past eleven in the morning, and I'm just rereading a section of The Lord of the Rings and sipping some coke I found in the mess. Didn't really feel like it's going to my stomach, same as anything else I've eaten or drank as I've found out, but the taste was satisfying enough. It looked to be another boring day of solo sailing.

*"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!"*

Oh, what's this?

*"This is Highwind, Highwind, Highwind!"*

A distress call! I got up from my chair, drink and book forgotten as I teleported up to the top of my tower. There I hoped to maybe see where in the distance it could be faster than I could while determining the origin with my radio.

*"Our position is in the northeastern part of Sanus Channel, moving north at flank speed of twenty five knots!"*

The what channel, Sanus? Never heard of that place. Aaaand I have also just noticed my navigation is not connected to any satellite network. Awesome-not! How the fuck am I supposed to locate them?!

*"We are under heavy attack by multiple sea Grimm, types: Razorsharks, Hardshells and a Ketea!"*

Did the radio guy just say Grimm? Like, from that one anime called RWBY? Those shadow monsters?

*"Requesting immediate assistance, we have one hundred and twenty four people on board! Crew are on battle stations and fending them off for now, please hurry! Over."*

So I'm not even in an alternate Earth but a different world entirely. Sweet Jesus! Oh, radio direction finally found the signal origin, to my north northeast bearing forty three degrees broad on the starboard bow. Right, gradually increase speed to twenty eight knots and shift heading in that direction.

Off I go I suppose, to make my own mark in the world of Remnant that I found myself in. But hey, I have sixteen inch guns, 5 in secondaries, missiles and thick armor. I will be fine!