“...At the turn, the first heavy wave hit the side - a harbinger of other impacts. The lining responded dully, and the longboat trembled like a string. Then the sailing rigging crackled as, driven by a cold tailwind that had gained freshness, the longboat rushed to Nairn. The waves were already level with the bulwark, and we had to moor in the military harbor, from where an old battleship, accompanied by two destroyer boats, had just left, in the shimmer of the boatswain's pipes. Such a storm is not unusual for a warship. Surely one of the zealous admirals had long wanted to conduct storm exercises. And the gray ship, resembling a giant iron, began to smash shaft after shaft with its mighty chest, shrouded in clouds of spray, until its heavy silhouette dissolved in a shroud of rain. This battleship would later look into Lingfield’s dream, only there it would become different - wounded, black with soot battles, with armor plates torn off and fires all over the deck..."