U230, 300km SE of sable island, ocean grid CB33, heading 335° at 25 meters down, for rough weather, skies clear.
About to make contact with a loosely guarded tanker convoy, probably sailing in ballast on its way back to New York.
1 aft, and 5 forward torpedoes remain.
5 small/coastal merchants and 1 nosy JC Butler DE sunk along the way.
I'll do what I can, but expect to sink only 1 or 2 tankers in total, assuming we can even get close enough...
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