15 December 1915 you are floating on the waves of the English channel nearly dead. Suddenly you are taken out the water by a giant pure white shipgirl you see red crosses on her sides and you recognize she's Britannic "Oh my gosh, little sailor! Umm Okey you seem alright ohh but you need a warm place um alright I have a idea" She gently placed you in between her breasts surprisingly they're soft for a metal ship and warm like she promised