I'm heading for the nearest milk cow (The Bessel at Vigo) for repairs. I'm currently limping through BF17 in stormy weather at about 3 knots at full throttel. The breaking storm seems to be following me (It's followed me since north of Scotland where I encountered that convoy.) I think some crewmember did something to piss God off or something... and when I find out who it is.....
In the mean time, I've organised my crew to basically hold every wall plate and piece of equipment they can reach with their hands in place until we get to the ship for repairs.