It's midmorning you are in the North Sea on your fishing sloop. The fog is like a mist drifting in and out. The only sounds are the sails hitting the rigging as they flap in the light breeze and your ships bell. Suddenly two giants materialize out of the mist, rushing to an appointment with destiny, a destiny of their own making. Not a sound comes across the distance as the giants make their way past your vantage point. Steel inanimate giants but with a life breathed into them by the men that crew them. You wonder where they are rushing to, what stories they can tell and then as if magic, again they are gone leaving only the mist blowing in your face. Bellerophon class Dreadnought on the left, HMS Dreadnought on the right. Ships done in Wings. Vue5 Esprit takes care of the rest.