Cordie put on glasses just for this. Dark lenses.
Stylish.
They all had glasses.
And now the crew, in their blue masks, were going to the rowboats, which were strapped to the sides of Miner's Danger.
The rowboats, back in the day, had been used obviously as redundancies, as modes of paddling out to beaches or last resorts if the ship were sinking in the ocean.
They'd since been equipped with outboard magnet-engine motors with some gas thrust. They were weaponized. Had reinforced steel fronts—were used as battering rams.
Four of the crew descended into four separate rowboats.
One by one they detached from Miner's Danger.
"Prepare to overturn!" Turner called out.
They would turn The Ginger Star upside-down in—
"Three, two, ONE!" shouted Turner.
The four rowboats had detached from Miner's Danger, flew off into the storm.
Cordie lost track of the rowboats in the storm.
But she watched The Ginger Star.
Miner's Danger pulled back from The Ginger Star, then began reeling in the cables, spinning the ship completely about. In seconds, the ship was upside-down.
Upon the first-mate's orders, the cables were untethered.
The pilot of Miner's Danger spun the wheel, turning their hefty ship so that both ships were side-by-side, nearly even, except that Miner's Danger was still upright.