Still Waiting on That Apocalypse

I often dream of the apocalypse and last night I thought it was finally here. Sometime around 4am I awoke to a thunderous roar. Was it an earthquake? A tsunami warning? A hoard of helicopters descending on Seattle? After what seemed like minutes, I decided it was, at the very least, a fire alarm and I needed to put on enough clothes to run into the street as my building burned down. Half way out of bed, everything went silent.

The Imperial Fortune had blasted her horn as she pulled out of port and headed back to China with a hull full of grain.