A shadow enveloped in darkness, a battleship seemingly pieced together from smoke, dense fog, and various debris, was charging alongside the White Oak, heading toward the rapidly approaching Sea Swallow—its silhouette in the foggy envelopment bore a vague resemblance to the White Oak, hinting at a common origin.
It was different from what he remembered, but Lawrence recognized it instantly—even though it now appeared battered, twisted, and strange, it still stirred his memories as it always did in his dreams.
It was the Homeloss; it was right there, accompanying the White Oak just like the last time they had set sail together.
A loud engine roar suddenly broke through, interrupting the old captain's astonishment and daydreaming. The roar came from that phantasmal ship, as if to remind Lawrence that now was not the time to be lost in thought.
