It was about midnight (real and game time) June 1940 and I have a C2 crippled and listing, but it refuses to sink. So I bring the boat in close on her starboard side and open up with the deck gun.
Suddenly my watchman starts yelling that we're under attack. I take a quick look around, but there isn't anything in the vicinity, so I figure that it's lack of caffiene on his part and content myself with blasting away at this stubborn C2.
The watchmen yells out again that we're under attack, and I continue to ignore him. "Must be a bug", says I. He continues to yell, and I ignore him. Thought I heard a big splash behind us, but figured that was just an errant wave.
Finally the C2 settles by the stern to reveal a destroyer bearing down straight at us, searchlight blinding. I know that I'm dead to rights, so I order the deck gun crew to fire. They take out the destroyer's searchlight on the first round and the forward battery on the second. I start to think "Hey, I just might pull this off and surive!" when I realized that my boat wasn't moving and that despite not having any forward armament, a destroyer bearing down at 34 knots can still be dangerous.
Rammed. Sunk. Kaput.