Zero contacts, zero contacts. That's the routine off the Azores. Tired of it, I decided to checkout Ponta Delgado.
One fat, Brit medium tanker docked and a tramp anchored on the roads.
In the afternoon I sent one electric eel into the tanker's engine room, so it would look like an internal explosion. No blinking effect. We waited for it to sink. Not one bloody centimeter.
At night, I approachedto 300 meters, surfaced and ordered the gun crew to fire at the Tanker's waterline.
They fired and blasted a Portuguese Schlepper out of the water with one round.
There goes my record as a chivalrous German officer.-- Sorry Herr Admiral
