some fifty yards behind the tug, the tow cables come taught in the anchor alleys of the chimera.
as the tow cables stretch and the bow of the chimera inches forward.
the giant ship creaks and moans as it starts forward, a small bow break forming on its hull.
as the bow slows in the water, the tow cables coming slack.
the ship's hull being scraped at the waterline by a jagged mid-ocean island no bigger than fifty or sixty feet across.
the ship bounces off another of the small, jagged islands as it drifts past, buckling the steel plate of the hull precariously.
the ship has bounced off yet another small island, the jagged rocks loudly scrapping the hull with a deafening shriek.
the chimera is impaled broadside by a particularly devious rock promontory of a small island.
the ship is drifting free of the island with the current, a huge gash rising on its port side.