Everyone needs to know the word "allision." Thank you, Christian, for spreading the word! As allisions go, this one was pretty minor, but still pretty spectacular.
I learned the word as an ensign in the Navy in an even less significant allision when my ship's bow plowed at a fraction of a knot into a wooden pier extension at Seal Beach. The bridge was heavily manned, we were technically at "sea and anchor detail," and I was supervising the helmsman and had a bird's eye view of the situation as it unfolded. The captain was on the bridge, and it was his first time underway on that ship although he had commanded several ships before. The LA harbor pilot was on the bridge, and was very familiar with the specific ship. Two tugs were supposed to be tied up, amidships and astern - but only one was, and the other was having difficulty attaching the mooring line for some reason.
It all happened in super slow motion. Everyone expected the ship to start pivoting around under the tugs' power, and it just didn't. Four people could have detected that the ship was going too fast: the pilot, the captain, the officer of the deck, and the junior officer of the deck, but they all deferred to the fact that the captain seemed unconcerned. As it turned out, the captain had been told in error by the pilot that the disconnected tug was pulling when in fact it hadn't been. I can remember a feeling of inevitability for what must have been 30 seconds or longer as the pier and the shoreline gradually disappeared from our field of view under the ship, with the ship's steam engines finally ordered at emergency back full and the collision alarm sounding. (Turns out, Navy ships do not have an ALLISION alarm!) The wooden pier gave way like a stack of matchsticks, the noise was impressive, but there was no contact between the ship and the steel seawall behind it.
The ship's navigator convinced us junior officers that the entire group of four would be permanently removed from the ship before sunset, possibly doing hard time at Leavenworth, even though the damage was limited to about five gallons of scraped-off paint. An investigation was conducted over the next ten days and they all kept their jobs, which seemed like a reasonable outcome to me - this particular ALLISION was a dumb thing to happen, but it was also a dumb thing to stop careers over. The commanding officer of the base came aboard while the bridge was still in shock mode, and jokingly thanked the captain of the ship for removing the pier extension, which was supposedly scheduled for demolition. Nobody knows how true that part was, but I'm still in touch with half the JO's who were on the bridge that day and we still joke about it when we get together.