Good news: we've found The Ba'bra Allen. It was the Yeoman, ironically enough. All these men peering with well-trained eyes into their instruments and the Yeoman, carrying a simple dossier of enginemen up for the First Officer's approval saw a glint against the blackness. Our tractors are no longer what they once were; we won't be upon her for another day at best, but I can tell you this much: she's listing but whole,, there's no sign of her crew, and half the rafts have been deployed. So not good news, but news of change, as I promised.
At the first sign of William I will write again.