Greetings to all. This is my first post, so apologies if I break protocol by posting blind. Big fan of Silent Hunter 2 and with my best friend spent hours terrorising convoys as he hurled depth charges into the murky abyss.
Playing Mission 8 of Silent Hunter 3, realism settings at max.
Orders were to patrol AM53, so after reviewing the options we had decided to sail north of the Orkneys. The weather was rough and inclement throughout the entire voyage, with the waves lashing at the submarine and visibility scant. It was at dawn in the north east corner of grid AN 13 that the happy words "ship sighted" were bellowed by the watch. Rushing up, a ship was confirmed "J class destroyer". Quickly a salvo of torpedoes was lined up and fired at a range of 6000 meters. As the sub slid to periscope depth all that be heard was the incessant tick tick tick of the chronometer, not even a mouse dared to fart as we peeped through the murky brine and watched the destroyer plow idly through the waves. Minutes passed when bam, a resounding explosion ripped the sky. A hit, and a kill.
The men cheered and then set about reloading the torpedoes, with the Captain giving the order to return to course.
Hours passed when more good news came as this time a C2 cargo ship had been spotted. Range 4500 meters. Ruhr 1, los...
tick tick tick the unending stomach churning wait and BAM again a hit. But the big beast lumbered on. The order to surface the ship was given, with the hope being to finish the cargo ship off with a few well placed shells, sadly the rough seas meant this was impossible and with the wounded pig manouvering for all its worth in the stormy sea and with each torpedo such a precious commodity the next torpedo would have to be exact. Full Ahead, and then a swivel to line the ship up dead centre. Ruhr 2, los...
with a range of a mere 700 meters the wait was over before it began but clunk a dud. Verdammt!
Inching a little closer Ruhr 3, los....
And this time a deafening blast as the ship split in two and collapsed into the sea.
Things were going well and we were not even close to our patrol zone, though torpedoes were becoming scarce and in the rough seas the external reserve could not be touched.
After scanning the map a daring little plan was hatched to go to the objective via the scenic harbour town of Loch Ewe...
To be continued?
