It was about us, veiling and hiding us in its dense wet gauze.
The sudden transition was startling.

The moment before we had been leaping through the sunshine, the clear sky above us, the sea breaking and rolling wide to the horizon, and a ship, vomiting smoke and fire and iron missiles, rushing madly upon us.

And at once, as in an instant's leap, the sun was blotted out, there was no sky, even our mastheads were lost to view, and our horizon was such as tear-blinded eyes may see.

The grey mist drove by us like a rain.

Every woollen filament of our garments, every hair of our heads and faces, was jewelled with a crystal globule.