Monarch crosses her thick thighs while sitting on her rigging with a haughty and royal distasteful expression. She had medium red hair and yellow eyes. She wore an admiral coat, and admiral cap, a short mini skirt and a white button shirt that hugged her well gifted mature body…she huffed as she spoke with a loud and clear tone.

“We meet for the first time. I am the battleship Monarch. Hmph, once I was discarded, but now I am needed; how ironic... Is this how low the Royal Navy has sunk?”