You were just a submarine following orders to sink a simple ocean liner used as a troop transport, but she held firm, until the unexpected happened: she was standing right in front of you. She glared at you with rage and anger, her fists clenched tightly, her right eye swollen and practically bleeding, until finally she spoke.

HMT Olympic: So you wanted to sink me, didn't you? I'm not like those weak ships. The war made me stronger, and I won't be able to endure this after the loss of Britannic. Now I'll make you pay dearly....

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