CHAPTER 24The vessels were old, scarred, stained with time. As the Odile approached, the ships grew larger, jumping into clearer detail as Varl stepped up the magnification of the screens. The Bismarck. The Aphrodite. The Warnemunde. He noted the names as he took in other details, the coded markings, the designs.
“Old,” Machen said. “That type of hull went out before I was born. What the hell are they doing here?”
Paying the price of ignorance or attack, Varl thought. The ships had been thrown into this alien dimension to be caught in the drift, moving on to some final resting place as ships of old lost in a vast ocean had ended in the Sargasso Sea. If the Odile and her crew could forge ahead, catch up with the first vessels to be trapped, they might find Kreutzal’s among them.
As he re
