Empire
Men coughed and ran from the gas cloud. Admiral von Feuerland activated the deck loudspeakers: "Gas masks on! Gas masks on!" The sailors grabbed gas and scuba masks. A few lay ominously still on the deck. Many had gotten their masks on but were swaying on their feet. Only a few were standing steady.
"Close all outer hatches!"
The men on deck ran to close the doors before the ominous yellow cloud could reach them. One man looked over the side and yelled into a walkie-talkie through his mask, "There's no one on the boats, sir!"
"Contact the submarines. The men who did this must have escaped. We'll catch them!"

Clairvoyant
"Sir! Incoming transmission from the admiral!"
"Put it through."
"Captain, a gas attack has recently taken place on the fleet via the fishing boats. The men responsible escaped into the water. Track them down and kill them."
"Yes, sir!"
"Sir!" a young officer shouted. "There they are!" He gestured at a porthole.
"Load a torpedo," the captain ordered. He turned to the Transsunerian. "Any sharks in these waters?"
"Um...yes. Why do you ask?"
"Well, if we so much as graze one of them with this torpedo, the blood will be enough to call 'em in from up to a half mile."
"Torpedo loaded, sir!"
"Lock!"
"Target locked, sir!"
"Fire!"