There's a muffled rumble across the sea of another hit. We can't make out the stricken ship by now. I reckon it was one of ours, and Bruno will definitely claim it, but part of me is hoping its from another U-boat joining the game and taking some of the pressure off.
It's one of the new boys on Second Watch, who makes the vital spot.
"They're manning the forward gun Herr Kaleun!"
I raise my binos
"Good eyes, Sylvester. Looks like they've got a sharp lookout too. Well menschen, looks like the game's up. No cigarette break tonight on this watch! Get yourself downstairs and go to battle stations, we'll flick that pesky flea off in no time."
Looking cool and confident is a big part of it, however much I hate and dread those destroyers.
Just me and Bruno on the bridge now and the die is cast. We change course again, and the destroyer, a Clemson, I can now see, is picking up speed, and following us.
There's a puff of smoke from the destroyer's foredeck and a shell splash a good way short and behind us.
"Ok that's enough Bruno, after you"
"Alarm!!"
LS
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