* PO calms down and speaks with Captain and Pioneer * Look here, I bagged Bakkels earlier, his stench is still coming out the bags. I have his finger in my pocket, with jaggy spikes sticking out from under his nails, if you can get me a piece of paper or two and a pencil, I shall return to my bunk quietly and aid in any overpowering of any jerry you wish. *Salutes and returns to bunk house*

*takes ones of the comfy chairs in the great hall and rests in it while smoking his pipe*

''closes eyes sinking in his thoughts and starts thinking of the glory days of the German Reich shortly after the victory over France....now I'm stuck here and some of the men are showing a bit lack of following orders and discipline....it's the drinking....it's that drinking! can't affort this kind of behaviour after the latest developments. Well it's all about to change...'' *a satisfying smile displays on the face*

*looks around at the darkening camp*

Paper and pencils? I can't even get a handwave of an explanation out of these bastards, let alone anything useful...Damn those Germans. Damn this island. I've gotten my crew out of enough dangerous situations and, by God, I shall get them out of this mess as well!

*seeing nothing he can do, heads back to Bunkhouse A and lies down on his bunk*

* PO stands up as captain enters and lies on bed, reaching into his pocket PO pulls bakkels finger out again, and hands it to the Captain! " Scrutinize that sir, he had a struggle, feel those hairs look at the thickness of them. I am going to search the yanks bunk for some paper before the enemy does, and no doubt they will, look how he almost broke today, and now the black clad guy is questioning it only be a matter of time."

:::produces the pencil pick pocketed from a guard earlier in the day and hands it off to the PO before he walks off:::

:::remains in the compound watching the shadows fall across the ground and the sounds of the night closing in. A distant howl brings a tingle to his spine:::

Mutters "To that Providence, my sons, I hereby commend you, and I counsel you by way of caution from crossing the moor in those dark hours when the powers of evil are exalted." (*)

:::Scuffs the earth again and kicks up a seashell:::

"Mister Homes, wherefore art thou when the Navy needs you most."

:::Walks inside to rejoin the remainder of the POW camp:::


(*) The Hound of the Baskerville, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Yes, I've seen it, Mr. Justice. As I've said, be on the lookout for anything else out of the ordinary, something is definitely fishy around here. As for the Yank, I'm not quite sure what they want from him, unless they just enjoy torturing people, but we can be sure his night will most certainly not be pleasant...

In either case, there's not much more I can do today. If you don't mind, I'll attempt to get some rest.

*lowers the cap over his eyes*

* On searching bunkhouse B the PO can smell Bakkels coming from the bags, why the ratings didn't move them outside he asks himself as he climbs onto the Americans bunk. With a careful sweep of the hand under the Mattress " Hello what's this " ?? * It was a small notepad, blank paper, though there was pages torn out, PO lifts the notepad and returns to Bunkhouse A, conceals the small notepad and pencil, and feeling hungry, tired and parched flops on to bunk and reminds himself to thank, and make an apology to the seaman Pioneer. As his eyes roll L J (votes Vendor for Lynch)*

No vote, I would observe today.

Hauptmann Rear and Oberfeldwebel Ducimus threw open the door to bunkhouse B. "Vendor, you're coming with us!" They siezed the sailor and dragged him to his feet, fairly carrying him out the door.

"What in bloody blazes is the meaning of this," shouted Mookie. "Where are you going with that man?"

Nisgeis stepped up. "He is going to be tried for the murder of your cook," said Nisgeis coldly. "We will have ORDER in this camp."

Mookie charged but Schuetze Enigma and Schuetze Oberon thrust their rifles in his chest and stopped him.

"Come now, Lieutenant, you are aware of my position. I will not tolerate your insolence for a second. Now, find your captain and let him know I'm not a man to trifle with."

The British stood, frustrated. "First Mr. Takeda, now poor Vendor," said Chief Tarrasque.

"This don't look good," said Raptor.



The German soldiers took Vendor to the Inner Ward and tied him to a post. "If you ask me," said Ducimus, "I say we throw this Tommy off the West wall and test those landmines.

"Shut up," grumbled Rear. "Let's get this over with."

They walked over to their rifles, aimed and fired. Vendor slumped against his ropes. He would speak no more.

:::can't sleep, rises and begins walking around the dark compound::::

Where are all the guards?

Hmphhh, do this, do that. Why didn't I keep my big mouth shot.
Now I can go to fix the fence and it's already dark outside.

*The Enigma grabs the needed equipment for sealing the hole and wanders towards the camp.


*Totally unaware that he is too late, since Chief Tarrasque has successfully escaped, he fixes the hole.

Now that should do it. Those Tommies will have a hard time to reopen that hole.

*Next, The Enigma returns to the castle where he takes part of the special task force to execute Sailor Vendor.

*Eyes the southern guard tower. Looks like it's empty.*

"Wonder if those Kraut scum have raided the boat already? Probably got nothing better to do with their time."

*He continues towards the boat.*

*Still shaking and feeling upset about all the commotion of the last day Schutze The Enigma returns to his fav. place to be: the kitchen.*

Time for a good schnaps...

*Talking half loudly to himself*
What the ....., there is one bottle missing.
Last night, there were 4 bottles on the shelve and now there are only three
left. There, you can see the circle where that bottle has been standing.
I wonder if one of my comrades needed a huge nightcap.

Shall I take a new bottle of schnaps or shall I stick with that Bavarian beer?

*After a short moment to make up his mind, The Enigma decides for the beer.
Together with some Weisswurst he finally managed to find some peace*

*Heads into the sub and hears Tinman764 reading slowly to himself.*

"Sounds like he'd be better off with a picture book."

*Avoiding the guard he begins searching for anything useful.*

((I'm probably going to be away for the rest of the night cycle so if I find anything I'll report it when I return to the camp tomorrow morning.))

"...oh how I miss your company and your council, but we will soon be together again, once my mission on this boat is over, my love..." Tinman smiled to himself, one of these tommies was quite the poet.
"Soon, George - soon. Not long now and we can embrace once again...."

"Scheisse!" Tinman stuffed the book back under themattress. I knew there was something not right with those men!

He continued forward into the command room.