Trahearne couldn't stay at the Bridge after he heard of the ship's return. Like many others, he has come to the docks to get a good look the Narrakra and to see what was happening for himself. There were so many rumors flying that it was difficult to sort them all out, but many of them seemed too entirely unlikely for him to consider seriously. (He didn't have the faintest idea what the 'Night Fisher' was, but that was a mystery he could pursue some other time.)

At a first glance it'd be easy to accuse the Sentry of being overly cautious, but once Trahearne was able to get a better look at the ship, he couldn't blame the Sentry at all. The state of the Narrakra was horrifying, the sheer incongruence between its parts like looking at a jigsaw puzzle made of mismatched pieces. The more he took it in, the more unsettled he felt, and the surrounding fog only made it worse. Just like in the visions, the fog almost seemed like a living thing lying in wait for its next victim.

Feeling a shiver go down his spine, Trahearne dragged his gaze away from the ship to watch the escort of the survivors instead, trying to concentrate on that instead of the hulk of metal still looming large in his vision.