Third patrol, absolutely longest ever, is over (
log), and that one was really successful one with 230k tons sunk, 100% hull integrity left and noone wounded or even sick. It's a pitty that my second watch officcer was wounded during a fight somewhere in a pub when docked at Thalia, so he had to stay on land. But the new one that we took aboard is a nice fellow and hopefuly he'll be good at his job.
For almost a month and a half we did literally nothing. When passing Ireland managed to spot and sink two ships, and after that only vast spaces, water, iron can with us in and some more water. Nothing. Oh, and salt in the water too. That salt did something strange to our scope, like small crystals on the glass, that didn't want to go:
Thomsen, that came to port on our departure, is a lucky guy. He can play with his wife on his retirement while we get driven mad in the ocean of time passing:
After reaching our patrol grid EJ66 we found some fish there and after a week headed back to base. In the last moment decided to spent also some time around Dakar port, but the only thing we spotted there was this annoyingly noisy and - for God sake! - friendly neutral bugger:
After a month of sinking nothing we managed to close to Gibraltar. And on May 1st the slaughter began... Yes! We had to slow down because of our torpedo tubes getting to hot.
God showed his mercy and awarded us with a legion of Large Merchants going to and fro with slow speed and none, absolutely none of them was neutral! Yes, Frogeaters and Five o'Clocks, time of your rule in Gibraltar is definitely over!
Some screens follow:
The map:
Report to Papa (I suppose he'd like to know where his favourite-almost-son-captain spenat last two months):
And some paper work I must do everytime after coming back to port (sooooo boring...):
My Ritterkreuz got a bit heavy with these oak leaves and swords (did the knights wear their swords on their necks? I really doubt it.), but looks quite stylish and I think Thomsen will shoot himself when he sees it.
