She sees herself as she once was, stately and proud. The wood of her decks polished to a shine, the paint of her railings crisp and clean. Every line is taught, every knot is perfect. Even the smoke stacks are unstained, emblazoned with the proud colours of her line. Along with her sisters she is a symbol of everything that is right with the world.
And in her mind she plies the sea lanes, temporary palace of kings and princesses, the passage to a new life for paupers, emigrants and refugees. Thousands of people carry the memory of her, a great metal repository for their hopes of the future, and sadness of the past. In her mind, she commands the seas to allow her passage, her great duty to perform.
But the world sees her as she is, broken on a forgotten shore, tears of rust mourning the passing of her youth. But she sees herself as she one was, stately and proud, and through her, so can you.