He put the spyglass down, squinting through the fog with his own eyes to make sure they hadn’t been deceived by a specter in the glass. He could have sworn…
"Anything to report, Mister Givens?" Captain Bradshaw glared at the young lieutenant. Rory Givens glanced out over the taffrail again. There was nothing there but a dense bank of fog. The rolling curtains of cloud obscured anything more than 100 yards from the ship yet he had most definitely seen something behind the veil.
"I thought I saw a sail, sir." Givens decided that hiding his insecurity would not benefit anyone.
"Where?" Bradshaw produced his own spyglass and aimed it to where Givens pointed. Peering through it he only saw clouds. Then there was a shadow, fleeting but definitely there. "I see it, Mister Givens." Bradshaw collapsed his glass and turned from the rail. "Master McDonnell!" The sailing master answered from the ship’s wheel. "Three points to port if you please! Bring her into that bank over there. I want to investigate something."
"Aye, aye, sir!"
"Sir?" Givens called his captain back to the taffrail. "I saw it again, sir." There was a note of panic in his voice now.
"What’s the matter, lad?" Bradshaw asked as he peered back into the fog. The question had no sooner passed his lips than a series of strobing lights caught his attention, lighting up the fog from within. The lights were followed by several low rumbles, thunder rolling over the waves.
"All hands down! All hands down now!" Bradshaw screamed as the first broadside tore into his ship.
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