You're standing lookout on the deck of the Union warship USS Cumberland anchored in Hampton Roads. The cold morning air bites through your coat. Through the fog laying over the bay you see a shape moving, you take it as nothing, seeing things from a late watch. You take a swig of coffee from your canteen to clear your head. Suddenly you see the shape move out of the fog. A great lumbering beast... [click here for more]
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