On the bridge, Admiral Vance gripped the brass railing. Ahead, through a curtain of North Sea fog, a silhouette emerged—the U.P. 5 , a revolutionary battleship the intelligence reports called "The Steel Ghost." It was a monstrosity of modern engineering, its decks bristling with triple-gun turrets that looked too heavy for any hull to carry. "Range, 15,000 yards!" the spotter cried.
The British broadside let out a guttural roar. Through his binoculars, Vance watched the tracers arch across the sky. He saw three direct hits on the U.P. 5 ’s midships. Any other vessel would have folded, but the Steel Ghost simply sailed on, its dark hull barely scorched. UP_5.part2.rar
In the belly of the ship, Miller heard the groan of twisting metal. He knew they were outmatched in iron, but they had the wind. "More pressure!" he screamed at the stokers. "If we don't outrun her, she'll bury us!" On the bridge, Admiral Vance gripped the brass railing