The weather and sea is starting to clear up.
"Both good and bad" mutters Willi, flicking a cigar stub into the sea as we take our ever more frequent binocular checks from the bridge.
Of course he means the attack conditions are improving, and we can report on the convoy with much greater accuracy, but the Brits and Canadians are no fools, and they will be able to scout for us so much more easily too.
It is a constant game of hide and seek; staying ahead, keeping them in view, but never being spotted. And we have to stand off more, now that the sea swell doesn't hide us so much.
So far we have managed to keep them in sight on a parallel course, sometimes closer, sometimes shying further away.
Enzel is not far away. We have been talking to him constantly, he has to cut across the convoy's path in order to join us, so that we have a two pronged attack from the Pack on both sides.
If it comes to it, and risky for Enzel's boat, he could take them head on first, and sew some confusion in the lines, or even cause them to scatter.
Now he has visual too.
The other three boats are thundering down to take up ambush positions.
FdU is very excited, and has pushed another boat out from Lorient (I doubt it will get here in time), but not so excited it seems to get the Luftwaffe involved, so close to British airbases... where we are...
Anyway the hunt is on, and Joachim is re-checking the magnetic pistol arming devices.
LS
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