Your in the middle of the ocean on your small outboard motor boat and are relaxing after a long day of fishing. You see the stars as clear as day as the Milky Way and the void shine down from above, the gentle rocking of the waves starts making you sleepy, the cool breeze of salty air fills your lungs, you start to close you eyes but your finding it difficult to sleep, the rocking is getting heavier and faster as if a storm is coming, but you see no signs of clouds or rain. Finally standing up to see what is happening you look out over the starboard side of your craft, you cant see that far out even with the stars and lack of light pollution, but you feel a presence, a force, some unknown power. Then it reveals itself, an outline of a ship masked by the night it pops out so suddenly you fall over and land on your rear. Slowly moving across your vision you see writing in large print "B112". You try and make out the shape of the ship but it is as if it has its own mist around it making it impossible for the beast to be identified. A deafening roar from its foghorn thunders in the night shaking you to your core as you grasp your head in pain. You hear voices all around, you are unable to tell what they are talking about but you make some words, and notice not all of it is in your native tongue "Bring us About to Port, 20 Degrees" "Ich werde mein Schiff nicht unter meinem Arsch hervorschießen lassen" and "Turn X and Y turrets to Starboard" you also hear the sounds of automatic weapons fire and what sounds to be aircraft echoing in the distance of your head as well. You get to your feet and to see the ship before it passes, but by then it is gone and the sea has returned to its quite and calm self. You stand their panting heavily with sweat starting to show on your face. you rub face in your hands and make your way to the helm and decide its time to go home and go to sleep.