I suppose I could role play it so that it was the British national long distance swimming champion who spotted me on one of his daily training swims. Alternatively, concidering the shallow water and the proximity to land and enemy patrolling ships, that the nerves of the lookouts were a bit shall we say, frayed? Last option would actually be a bit of fun to imagine Ubi modelled the crew's psychological state.
Nervous wrecks or not, right now I'm waiting for this blasted merchant to sink. Took one nasty hit to her boiler room, during a storm but she is still afloat. Hopefully not for much longer. I'd rather not spend another eel on a 4000 tonner, cheapskate me.
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