The White Oak continued its journey through the mist, its powerful steam core propelling its massive and efficient propulsion system, enabling it to swiftly traverse the fog-covered waters.
At some point, the sky had darkened a bit, and the cold wind over the sea made it all the more uncomfortable. Lawrence tightened his coat, feeling he had enough of the chilling breeze on deck for one day, so he turned back towards the bridge.
A young priest wearing a blue robe trimmed with silver on a black background was praying beside the machinery, gently shaking the incense burner in his hand, causing smoke to wind around several control panels. Upon seeing the captain, he paused and nodded politely to Lawrence in greeting.