The countdown was almost exact.
We heard a dull explosion back on the bridge, at least signifying a hit.
"Looks like we punched him right on the nose, Kap!"
True enough, I had aimed more central, but the torpedo from second tube had gone off with a glancing blow on the bow. Between 3,000 and 4,000 tons, that ship was about to slip headlong below, as the sea rushed into her forward compartments and sucked her down.
The tanker went as well, moments later in a bright display, which brought delighted cheers from the Second Watch.
"I don't know what money they're paying them", mutters Oscar who has joined us on the bridge. "But you wouldn't get me sitting on thousands of gallons of aviation fuel."
"Not with the likes of us about, Doc!"..
LS
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