Grid BF41...
I watched as the periscope slid up from its housing and poked out from the cold, black water of the North Atlantic. We had just come off our sprint, and we were now in front of the convoy, somehow.
"Ach," the captain muttered, "I can't see a thing... Wait! There she is, the lead destroyer... Zig-zagging, looks like," he added after several minutes.
I looked over at the map. We had plotted about over 15 contacts, and more calls were coming from the radioroom. This was a big one.
I looked up, and was about to speak to the captain when suddenly the boat rocked violently, and began to dive at an increasing angle, as if a giant hand was propelling the boat downwards. Suddenly the engines ran up to full power, and the needle on the depth gauge spun wildly. Captain Wagner stared up at me, his face pale.
"Crash dive to desktop...." he fearfully whispered to-
A hand began to shake my shoulder, and I jerked up and yelled out a warning to whomever was waking me. "
Runaway dive!"
The captain stared at me while one of his eyebrows began its ascent up his forehead. "What the devil did you eat before you went to sleep?"
"Ah, nothing
Herr Kaleun... Euhm, just a nightmare. Ahem." I decided now would be a good time to let go of my blanket and get ready.
"We've just come off our sprint... Get in the control room when you can."
I nodded sheepishly as he left. The whole boat had probably heard me...
(SH3 crash-dived as soon as I was in position... Will have to try again...
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