I left Willemshaven at may 1941, and after harassing some harbors (amongst Cassablanca), I decided to take a look in the mediteranean since I haven't seen it yet. I took the Strait of Gibraltar, and I went through surprisingly easy!
No patrolling aircraft or ships were found, just a few Spanish fishing boats. Then again, I planned my passage to go by night, so I had that advantage.
After passing the strait, I came upon a small convoy of 1 destroyer and 2 merchants. I decided to launch a few fish at the larger merchant and had to dive for cover after hitting it (the destroyer came my way!)
It was quite the battle, I dove quickly enough, but the destroyer menaged to home in on me!
After about an hour (some 20 minutes IRL!) the destroyer gave up, and I menaged to surface half an hour later. All this happened in patch black sea, in the night.
But here is what I saw once I surfaced!
A beautiful warm and calm Mediteranean morning! It was about 05:00.
Can you believe my amazement? From a cold, pitch-black night, being thrown at with depth-charges and fear, to this peacefull summers-morning!
I actually had a grin on my face, these are the better moments in war! I steamed on and docked at Torres for the moment.