Otto's back! And he's like a new man. He pops into the Chat Noir for a quick beer, eyes ablaze,
"It's due so soon, Rollie!"
"A few months at least, Otto, come on take a beer...."
"No time! I need to get to the boat. What have those incompetent dockhands and saboteurs done to her in my absence? I need to check every gauge, every pipe, tube and dial, every seal, every hatch; the batteries? whose been looking after the diesels? They need new lubricant and to be run for an hour every day...."
And so on. U-46 is just as much Otto's boat as it is mine. We have both had to utterly trust each other since training at Kiel.
"Well I'd better come with you, Otto!"
Another boat was put in alongside us in the pen.
It looked sea-scarred as all good front boats do, and it looked like it was the U-666
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