my two cents
After a lesson from RR, I came accross a merchant in the Mallacca Straight near Singapore. I overran it in pitch darkness, and had to chase it through the night after it spotted my boat, in order to salavage a firing position. I finally was able to set up for an eyeballed broadside at around a thousand yards. The merchant was cloisng from my starboard--its port, at 22 degrees, so things were moving right along. When it hit 10 degrees in the crosshairs, I started unloading torpedoes-six of them- in the rapid sequence, firing as follows: 1. at the bow, 2. at the aft mast, 3. at the command tower, 4. at a point about half way betweein the command tower and the stern mast, 5. at the stern mast, and 6. at the stern. I set the range on the stadimeter before letting them loose, as instructed. Six for six, with torpedoes iimpacting in sequence from aft to sterm. There was such noise caused by the the impacts that my three toy poodles went racing through front doggy door in a state of hysteria, intending to find and sink their chops into the trespasser who foolishly dared invade their space and make such a racket. I closed the door behind them, and watched contentedly as my prey slid under the waves. My crew voted unanamously that I should quit while I am on top. I doesn't get better than this.
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