She was sinking.

Sinking beneath the waves she once called home, sent there by the ones she once thought of as family, ones she would gladly die to protect. It was a cold feeling not even an iceberg to the heart could match, knowing you'd been betrayed by those so close to you.

The fires within her had died long ago, snuffed by age and time, but even then, she had still been proud. Proud of her achievements, her legacy, of knowing that she had saved so many lives. She had done so much, only to be left to a firing squad.

As her vision faded in the closing darkness, she held on to one final thought, that maybe, just maybe, she'd be allowed to see her sister again after so much time.

With a sudden burst of warmth she shot up from where she was lying, gasping for air.

Wait…gasping for air? That wasn't right. She looked around, and realized she was lying on the floor of…wait, was this a dry-dock?

She held up her hands, looking them over. This wasn't right, how could this be? This wasn't her…was it?

She tried to stand up, collapsing twice before managing to finally find some semblance of balance, and started to shakily make her way toward the nearest ladder.

She slowly pulled herself up, keeping her head on a swivel, trying to figure out where she was. This place was very familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"Hey, are you okay miss?"

Looking up she saw two men, likely the dockworkers, looking down over the docks, one kneeling down with an outstretched hand.

Climbing up the last few rungs she allowed them to pull her up the rest of the way and leant on one, still dazed by everything.

"Um, mis-I mean, uh, officer, are you ok?"

"Officer?" Her head shot up as she asked in an unfamiliar voice. "Why would you think I'm an officer?"

"Miss, that's what the uniform looks like at least, how'd you get down there, are you ok?" Both workers took a moment to steal a glance at each other before turning back to hear, their concern clearly growing.

"I…I don't know. I…I was sinking, they shot me..." She shook her head, trying to find a way to explain. "I was out on the ocean. Where…where am I?"

"Miss, this is the Newport News Shipyards, and you're uniform is pristine, 'sides the few bits from the bottom of the dock. And besides bein' shaky after that you don't look like you been shot nor lying out in the ocean."

"Wait, Newport News Shipyards?" She looked around frantically for a moment, before realizing this had to be true. "I'm…I'm home…" she whispered as she slowly sank to her knees, "how…"

"Miss? No one lives in the shipyards, 'cept maybe the boss. Look, let's just get you into some shade, 'k? You hungry?"

She nodded weakly, and allowed them to help her over to a nearby building, too stunned to respond.

Once she was sitting with a bottle of water in front of her the two workers turned to each other.

"Look, you go call this in, I'll see if I can get her talking again." He turned to her, "Miss, do you remember anything? Name, rank, family, where you live, hometown, anything?"

She sat for what felt like an eternity, staring at the water before finally looking up.

"I live where the Navy sends me, and…my only family is…she's gone…" she couldn't bear to say more.

"As for my name and hometown…" she stood up slowly, standing straight as she mustered what pride she had left in a salute, "I'm the battleship U.S.S. Pennsylvania, BB-38, name ship of my class, and this shipyard is where I was born."