On the patrol cruiser, everyone was staring agape at the immense ship that suddenly burst out of the thick fog, nearly grazing the cruiser's side with a bow almost twice as high, watching its corroded hull slide slowly forward. Above the "Warrior," a tattered and outdated banner seemed to still hang, those cloth strips whose original appearance was now indiscernible flapped wildly in the night wind, looking like loose... shrouds.
The commander of the patrol cruiser was the first to snap to action.
"Keep turning, accelerate away!" he yelled, "Don't get caught in that ship's wake!"
Gliding past a main battleship at this distance was extremely dangerous, especially for a patrol cruiser—a small ship—because the flow of water around and behind a large ship could greatly disturb the smaller vessel's course, where any collision in the violent swaying could be fatal.