Modlin was making her final trip. The old girl had done several Transatlantic trips in her long history, and I knew she had it in her to make it across the channel.
Gold Beach was still bloody when I brought her in. I scuttled Modlin for the war effort, and she became a breakwater for the Mulberry harbour.
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #83 – Breakwater. I had no idea how to use the word until I went down a WWII Wikipedia binge.