August 5, 1940
12:30 Local Time
CG-89
I swear to god I'm not making this up. I'm sitting at 102 meters crawling away from a Hunt 1 class and a J/K class destroyer. They are escorts for a task force centered around an Illustrious class and two light cruisers. The odds that I should find another Illustrious one day after sinking another one is absolutely crazy. However, this Illustrious' escorts were more attentive. The Hunt spotted me from 10 kilometers away as I tried to overhaul the group. Figuring the further away from the Task Force I was, the better my chance of survival, I turned tail and ran at flank speed from the Hunt. He was gaining slowly, and It wasn't until I saw he had brought in a fleet destroyer to race me that I submerged. I crash-dived all the way to 115 meters, then went silent. I quickly noticed that at 115 meters the boat started making some high-pitched groans. So, I took it up to 103, where the groans fell back to the usual tone. It took the two of them about 4 minutes to get to my last known location. I'm not sure if they decided not to use their asdic or what, but after dumping a few patterns waaay off target, they split off and headed back towards the carrier.
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