Still somewhere in the Atlantic
Beck awoke from his sound sleep. That was nice, he thought to himself. He really was tired. His first First Officer, Georg, saw him sit up from his bunk and walked up to him.
"Report..." mumbled Beck.
Georg handed his captain a cup of coffee. "Sir. We are still at 45m. Battery's are at 79%. We have a faint sound contact bearing 030. Will is having trouble keeping a fix on it. I was just coming back to ask if we can increase speed to see if we can find out what we got."
"Aye. Ahead standard. Change course to the last known bearing of the contact."
"Yes sir!" Georg nodded and turned to the control room, shouting out the commands to the crew.
Georg was a good man. He would have his own boat one day too. They hadn't known each other until he was assigned to U-111 under Beck's command, but he quickly showed he was a very smart officer . Smarter then Beck probably. Beck had always figured he himself had mostly got by on his daring and leadership. He didn't think of himself as a "great" naval officer. Oh well, someone thought he knew what he was doing to give him command of U-111....
"Sir. We have the contact. Bearing 025. Most likely a merchant. Long range." came a shout from Will that snapped Beck out of his stupor.
"Adjust course. Ahead full. Come to 30 meters."
Beck took a long drink of coffee, stretched his arms and walked towards the control room.
"Lets get to work..." he said to his crew.
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