[postalbyke]

Off the east coast of Britain, positioned between the northbound and southbound convoy lanes, I waited for my prey to come to me...
After only a few hours, my hydrophones pick up a southbound convoy, fifteen ships with four escorts. I plot their courses carefully, double checking all the time until I can see the lead ship clearly. Being in a type II, I have only three shots from a stationary position before I have to withdraw, reload, and give chase...
Taking into account the time of day and the weather, I chose the west side of the convoy to attack from, opened the tubes, and let my eels fly!
Unlucky me, I was positioned right at the turning point for the convoy, and the second after my torpedos leave the tubes, the whole CF turns, leaving me out in the dry...
except for one hit! right in the screw for a medium cargo... she slows to a halt, and an escort drives right over me to get to her... while I'm reloading the tubes. Next I know, I'm in the middle of a depth charge pattern.
Fast forward a few hours, both electric motors are OOC, heavy flooding aft, sinking slowly... the escort seems to have lost me, but is loitering in area (I'm supposing for the merchant). My only hope: sink this insolent merchant and wait for the escort to leave!
I blow tanks til I'm at PD, snapshot the merchant, and try to convince the boat to sink as fast as it was a few minutes ago... to no avail.
I spin the periscope to the escort, and he's at full steam, headed right at me.
"The End..."