“That’s wee bit odd…” said the ship’s carpenter, who happened to be taking a turn at the wheel. He was feeling the influence of Rothgar the sea-bear on the rudder.

“It certainly is!” said Captain Stone, his eyes on the strangely luminous fog bank that appeared out of no-where before them, as if the fog was coalescing out of the very air around them “Hard a-larboard!”

“The helm’s not responding!” A sudden current pulled the ship more deeply into the fog.

“Bring the ship about this instant Mr Scott!”

“The rudder cannae take it any more, Captain!”

Stone grabbed the wheel and the two of them tried to turn it together until it shook them off in a dramatic shower of sparks. The deck lurched as if the ship was tumbling over the edge of a really cheap special effect. Then as quickly as it had formed around them the fog dissipated, and the ship was steady on a new course. The only sound was Donald Fago doing what he did best over the forward rail. Again.