[Brag]

Zeiler Zteve came to attention. "Herr Kaleun, it is my sad duty as an undersea mariner of the greatest distinction and crewmember of the best submersible in the glorious fleet of U-boats has ever put to sea--
"Skip the speech and give me the news," Balz said.
"I will give, Herr Kaleun the news, the moment I am not interrupted."
"I am not interrupting, but strongly urging you to deliver the ghastly news, you are planning to deliver."
"Very well, Herr Kaleun, here they come--"
"Go on, go on, Mensh."
"Will you please reduce the urgings so that I can state the news?
"I am reducing the urgings to zero."
Zeiler Zteve cleared his throat. "I forgot what I was going to say."
"You were going to deliver bad news after plotting out noon position."
"Ah, yes. Our noon position is right in the middle of the BoMüller Triangle.
Balz's face became ashen and he made chocking sounds. "Not the BoMüller Triangle."
"Not only that," Zeiler Zteve continued, but we are in the zone of maximum convergence."
"That is not hoochie woochie. But, never fear your superb commander, which, I should remind you it is me, will save you from this evil called the Bo¨Múller Triangle. Achtung, deck gunners on deck, flack gunners on Flack, two extra lookouts on the bridge. Engines full ahead, new heading two nine zero. Cook cancel lunch, twirlers will now twirl counter clockwise. Froo froo on standby."
Finished giving orders, Balz took his binoculars and went topside.

The sea was calm, a few puffy clouds slowly drifted gracing the sub tropical sea.. Balz liked the name subtropical, it went well with submarines.
"Flugzeug gesichted," The forwaed-starboard lookout announced.
"Hold your fire until you see their goggled eyeballs," Balz said calmly. He peered through the binoculars.

Twelve Avenger torpedo bombers flew on an easterly heading in a shallow dive one behind the other. The lead plane dove into the sea and was followed by the others.

"Einz, zwei , hoochie woochie ." Balz waved his tea cozy as the last airplane splashed in.

"Ship spotted," the stern lookout reported.
Balz turned and his gaze focused on a brigantine with full sail catching up. "hold your fire. That's the Flying Dutchman caught for centuries by the forces of the BoMüller."
The sailing ship passed U-123 with its crew of skeletons waving cutlasses and vanished beyond the horizon.

A dark cloud appeared. Balz watched it roll and spread wider. "Secure the deck artillery. choir muster for emergency singing. We have a black squall coming."

Like a blanket of doom, the squall enveloped the northern horizon, Like a steel fist wind hit the connin tower and forced the boat to heel to port. Balz´s tea cozy flew off. Hurricane force wind scooped water and sent spray into the air stabbing balz like thousands of needles.
Thunder rolled from all directions, wind screamed. The darkness grewto midnight color. U-123 began to glow with Saint Elmo's fire. Lightning stabbed the darkness sparks crackled. The conning tower rails became hot. Balz got an electric shock, he was burning, unable to think-
"Aaaaarrrrggghhh," he screamed.




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