There was one time I decided to run my VIIC to Halifax and back. It was a long, tedious, uneventful trip. Snagged a couple small merchants within a day of port, but was still hungry and curious. Having traveled this far, I was going to see everything I could. I snuck into Halifax harbour, and decided it wasn't enough and tried creeping past the harbour up the river and around the backside. I felt like a strained father on a family vacation ("We paid good damn money to be here and we're going to enjoy it!")
So then I get bored and speed things up to about 16x. Then I notice I'm not moving. Then I notice the damage I'm sustaining. Then I notice I'm no longer submerged, but mostly out of the water and tilted 45 degrees skyward. I have mounted myself on a submerged submarine barrier. I'm undoubtedly all over the front page of the local papers tomorrow. "Schnapps-crazed captain tries to mate submarine with sub-net!"
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