There were a few small war vessels among them--none over six hundred feet long. But, so far as one could tell from their seared, beam-blasted exteriors, most of them had been freighters of every possible size, type, and description. There was a sprinkling of dainty, badly slashed yachts and other personal space craft. No wonder they'd been mistaken for the murdered cold hulks of the centuries...!
But..., mixed up with that stream was stuff that simply didn't belong in space--it should have been gliding ...over the surface of some planetary sea!
Some... had wings! [And there was] ... a house. ... Near the end of the van, a torpedo-shaped blackened thing... [And then]
A slender, three-hundred-foot space yacht flashed headlong into a cluster of the Glant's grapnels and freezers and stopped dead. ...
The Great Squid of space had caught itself a shining minnow. ..."
From The Truth About Cushgar in Agent of Vega by James H. Schmitz