Unbeknownst to the girls, they were about to run into an unexpected friendly face. Several miles away from them, on the other side of the Typhoon was a Fog ship, a ship like none that the human military had ever seen before. That was not to say that it was some sort of experimental super-warship; nothing of the sort. She was one of the unsung, unglamourous, but at the same time, utterly vital parts of the Fleet of Fog. She was a supply ship.<br/><br/>(http://rfaaplymouth.org/rfaaphotoarchive/albums/Old%20Dales/P6_111_1.jpg)<br/><br/>And her name was Abbey;<em>Abbeydale</em>if you had to be formal, based on the lead ship of the British Royal Fleet Auxiliary's<em>Dale</em>-class Fleet Oilers of 1937 vintage. At the moment, the ship was running on very low power, only enough to counter-act the tidal currents and keep in her present position. At present, the mental model of the ship was standing on the bow with a big camera fixed in place, recording the storm.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Zara</em>'s little session with<em>Savannah</em>and<em>Suzutsuki</em>was sadly brought to a premature conclusion by the storm warning, and the heavy cruiser's mental model reluctantly returned to her ship to secure it for diving. Given how much there was of it to do, it was little surprise when she was about the last to dive down, the rain lashing over her Klein field as she sank under the waves.