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gord96 · 02-24-09, 03:47 PM

5 hours later

Georg took a look through the periscope then looked back at Beck.

"She's a big one sir. Probably at least 10000 tons." Georg said.

Beck sighed. What to do? They had been in the channel for just over 3 hours. Running at 16m and at 14 kts, they were making excellent time. About a half an hour earlier the hydrophones picked up a contact. Official orders were to make for Gibraltar as quick as possible, avoiding all contact with enemy shipping. However, Donitz did pull Beck aside after the meeting back in Wilhelmshaven and told him that his first priority was always to sink enemy ships. When the hydrophone also reported that the sound of the screws led him to believe it was a large vessel, Beck had to take a look. Now here he was. All ready to shoot. He put his eye to the scope again.

"Tube 1. LOS!"

"Tube 2. LOS!"

The torpedoes left U-111, heading directly towards their target about 1500m away. She was a big cargo ship. Georg was right. Probably over 10000 tons. And her decks were loaded with cargo. He had made the right choice.

BOOM! The first torpedo hit dead on. Beck knew it was enough. Even as the second eel hit, he could see the first explosion had broken the ship's back. Cheers echoed throughout U-111. Beck climbed down to the control room and smiled. He saw Leuntant Bricker in the corner watching with great interest. A few of his marines were also present, entralled with what had just happened.

"Ahead full. Resume previous course."

Beck walked up to Bricker, "She was a big one. To big to pass up. We will get you to Gibraltar soon enough."

Within twenty minutes, the hydrophone picked up multiple warship contacts heading towards the area of the attack. U-111 was long gone and on its way. Beck sitting in the corner of the control room smiled. She was truely a ghost....

EERRRCCHHHCCH!

Beck's blood ran cold as he heard metal scrape against the hull.

"My god." Beck said as he glanced at the Chief. "A damn mine."

The crew's eye's all went wide and Beck said a prayer under his breath.

"Chief, take us to 060. We are too close to the French coast. We got lucky there. Surfac..."

"Captain! Warship contact closing fast. Long range." yelled the hydrophone operator. A man named Otto Tim.

"Damn." Beck knew it was sunny and clear out. Surfacing would risk being spotted. He would just have to hope there were no more mines out there. "Bring speed to standard. Come up to 14m."

Beck stood up and checked the map again. They would try to stay more in the center of the Channel. Coastal waters were more heavily mined. He glanced at the battery. It was down to 50%. Soon they would use the snorkel. Within a day they should be clear of these damn waters. Then the long cruise to Gibraltar.

02-24-09, 03:47 PM	#26
gord96 Commodore Join Date: Nov 2002 Posts: 627 Downloads: 57 Uploads: 0	5 hours later Georg took a look through the periscope then looked back at Beck. "She's a big one sir. Probably at least 10000 tons." Georg said. Beck sighed. What to do? They had been in the channel for just over 3 hours. Running at 16m and at 14 kts, they were making excellent time. About a half an hour earlier the hydrophones picked up a contact. Official orders were to make for Gibraltar as quick as possible, avoiding all contact with enemy shipping. However, Donitz did pull Beck aside after the meeting back in Wilhelmshaven and told him that his first priority was always to sink enemy ships. When the hydrophone also reported that the sound of the screws led him to believe it was a large vessel, Beck had to take a look. Now here he was. All ready to shoot. He put his eye to the scope again. "Tube 1. LOS!" "Tube 2. LOS!" The torpedoes left U-111, heading directly towards their target about 1500m away. She was a big cargo ship. Georg was right. Probably over 10000 tons. And her decks were loaded with cargo. He had made the right choice. BOOM! The first torpedo hit dead on. Beck knew it was enough. Even as the second eel hit, he could see the first explosion had broken the ship's back. Cheers echoed throughout U-111. Beck climbed down to the control room and smiled. He saw Leuntant Bricker in the corner watching with great interest. A few of his marines were also present, entralled with what had just happened. "Ahead full. Resume previous course." Beck walked up to Bricker, "She was a big one. To big to pass up. We will get you to Gibraltar soon enough." Within twenty minutes, the hydrophone picked up multiple warship contacts heading towards the area of the attack. U-111 was long gone and on its way. Beck sitting in the corner of the control room smiled. She was truely a ghost.... EERRRCCHHHCCH! Beck's blood ran cold as he heard metal scrape against the hull. "My god." Beck said as he glanced at the Chief. "A damn mine." The crew's eye's all went wide and Beck said a prayer under his breath. "Chief, take us to 060. We are too close to the French coast. We got lucky there. Surfac..." "Captain! Warship contact closing fast. Long range." yelled the hydrophone operator. A man named Otto Tim. "Damn." Beck knew it was sunny and clear out. Surfacing would risk being spotted. He would just have to hope there were no more mines out there. "Bring speed to standard. Come up to 14m." Beck stood up and checked the map again. They would try to stay more in the center of the Channel. Coastal waters were more heavily mined. He glanced at the battery. It was down to 50%. Soon they would use the snorkel. Within a day they should be clear of these damn waters. Then the long cruise to Gibraltar.