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On the patrol ship, everyone watched, dumbfounded, as the massive vessel suddenly burst out of the thick fog, its bow nearly twice the height of the patrol ship, grazing past the gunwale. They watched its mottled, rust-corroded hull move slowly forward. It seemed that above the "Warrior," there still hung an old and tattered flag, the already unrecognizable strips of cloth flapping wildly in the night wind, looking like… the loose wrappings of a corpse.
The commander of the patrol ship was the first to snap out of it.
"Continue turning, speed up, and get away!" he shouted, "Don't get caught in that ship's wake!"
Brushing past a main battle ship at this distance was extremely dangerous, especially for a patrol ship—a small craft. The water flow around and behind a large ship could greatly interfere with the course of a smaller vessel, where any slight scrape in the violent swaying could be fatal.
