I picked up a tanker running fast toward England just south of Ireland and wasn't in the ideal spot, middle of the day in excellent visibility (1940). I took a gamble and surfaced, gunning ahead flank and chasing it for 50km before it came into view on the horizon. I knew I'd have to get in close as I was close to shallow waters and nearing the English coast and diving would just make me drop behind again. Taking the risk I slowly made ground on her ready to dive the moment any deck guns opened up on me, then lo and behold, she just stopped. About the time she should have started zig zagging she just ground to a halt.
I literally came in to about 1000m and imagined myself looking over at the tanker captain with a slightly awestruck look on my face. Did they just abandon ship through cowardice? Did they think I'd bought cookies? I dunno but after about 20 rounds of high explosive whoopass I think I made my intentions clear as she slowly slipped under.
Errm, she had a flag, she was British so I've obviously gone off on a tangent here as I can't remember my original point, making this post irreversibly off topic, sorryyyyyyy.
