Dundas's eyes shook violently. The warship emerging from the thick fog and sailing toward them was anything but ordinary.
To an ordinary person, nothing might have seemed amiss—perhaps only that its hull was a little taller—but in the eyes of a professional like him, it was far too enormous.
His flagship, the 4,200-ton Britannia, was already the equal of a super first-rate battleship, yet the warship before him was plainly a full size larger than the Britannia.
There were no points of reference at sea; one could rely entirely on instinct. Only those who spent all year at sea, dealing with warships, could possess such a feeling.
In fact, aside from its size, its speed was abnormal as well. These figures were all estimates by eye and instinct, so Dundas initially thought there was something wrong with his eyes.
After rubbing them, he confirmed that he had not seen wrong. A colossal warship twice the size of a super first-rate battleship was sailing toward them—and at tremendous speed.
Dundas felt as if he had seen this ship somewhere before, yet he could not recall where. But if he truly had seen it, it should have left an extremely deep impression on him. He should not have been unable to remember it.
At this moment, the other ships had also spotted the intruder and began signaling with flags, asking what they should do.
"My lord, what should we do?"
A trace of worry appeared on the staff officer's face as well. Mainly because the name Mediterranean Fleet was truly not very auspicious.
He could not help grumbling inwardly.
A fleet that's been wiped out several times over should have its designation revoked.
"What else can we do? Send the Brienne and the Sidon to stop it!"
The flags went up, and