It's July 1940 now, southwest of Ireland, wonder how come there were no destroyers, they're a piece of cake without one.
After sinking the cruiser with two eels I surfaced in broad daylight amidst more than two dozens of merchant ships and picked my targets as i like, firing with my deck gun after torpedoes run out. However I had to leave the larger part of the convoy on their way after I had nothing left to pour on them. How I wished I had chosen a IX at that time...