The Atlantic was a graveyard of mist and mystery. Lieutenant Commander Jack Ellis stood on the bridge of the USS Eldridge, peering into the thick fog. His destroyer had been hunting German U-boats for three days, but the sonar had been silent. Too silent.
Then the fog parted.
A ship emerged—massive, gray, ancient. Its flag was unfamiliar, its guns unlike any Jack had seen. No markings, no crew visible on deck. The radio crackled with static, then a voice, hollow and distant.
"USS Eldridge, this is the Bismarck. We request permission to come alongside."
Jack's blood ran cold. The B