[siber]

Think of all the other Kaleuns back in port, s******ing at you behind your back.

"Oh, look, it's Kaleun Loser..."
"The one who only hunts in good weather!"
"Perhaps he should ask for a transfer...to the carribbean?"
"As if the rest of us don't have the same problems..."
"Did you hear, Churchill sailed an entire armada to Gibraltar but 'Herr Kaleun' here couldn't see it well enough to take a shot?"
[imitates] "Ah well, never mind about the boys in the luftwaffe who'll take the sharp end of all those bullets... another convoy'll be along shortly."

Give it a shot. Sure you'll miss a few, but that's life (and North Atlantic weather) for ya! Better shoot off your eels, miss and blame the weather than make an example of giving up in front of your crew.