Many a time in the typically rough weather off of the north Irish coast, I've picked up a hydrophone contact, mapped out my intercept point, and then sat there and waited, and waited, and waited, and the ship just never seems to get any closer. When I used to use the external camera, it would turn out to be some poor tramp steamer, nose buried in the high seas, prop spinning in the air, making a whopping quarter knot. She would be slowly sinking nose first.
I've restarted my career again (I still maintain that 1944 never arrives, because I've yet to see it) and this trip out, I was following my escort north out of Wilhelmshaven. The escort then turned east, beached itself on the bank and burned. Must have been pretty embarassing for him.
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