The fog bank appeared on radar as a solid wall stretching for miles. Captain Michael Torres of the USS Thunder ordered the destroyer to slow. The fog was unnatural—glowing faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat.
“We should go around,” his ensign said.
“We don’t have time,” Michael replied. “The convoy is waiting on the other side.”
They sailed into the fog. The ship’s lights dimmed. The engines hummed lower. The crew moved in silence, as if the fog had stolen their voices.
Then the ship emerged.
But it was not the same ocean. The sky was green, the water purple. Strange creatures sw