"Smoke! Smoke!"
It's my Second Officer himself jabbing his arm off to our port quarter.
Sure enough the first tell tale threads of smoke are just visible on the horizon through the binoculars.
"Great eyes, Bruno!" I clapped him on the shoulder. "Convoy!"
(Into the tube) "Navigation Officer to bridge!"
Willi is one of the best judges of course and speed at that distance in the business, and they are still a long way off.
"Wake Viktor up! Contact report to follow!"
"Keep to your quadrants, boys! They could have friends anywhere!" That's Bruno, and he's right. The convoy is close to home, and we don't want to lose the element of surprise now.
Willi comes hauling himself up the ladder still in his old undershirt with his binos swinging from his neck.
"Where away?"
We guide him on, and the Swordfish is about to go back into business...
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