Battle of the Atlantic (X)

gord96 · 02-20-09, 11:52 AM

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10 km from U-111, somewhere in the Atlantic

Phillip took a long drag from the cigarette as he watched the sun finally come out from behind the clouds. The seas had calmed down a bit. Since they left Africa, the Atlantic had been angry. The wind cut through his coat and he turned and walked back inside and up a flight of stairs to the bridge of the freighter Poppy.

"Hello Mr. Shank, I trust your having a comfortable journey." said the old grey haired captain as he saw Phillip approach.

"Yes captain. Besides the rough seas, I am doing fine. I will admit I was never much of a sailor." replied Phillip. "As long as my cargo gets to Brest as soon as possible and in one piece I will be happy."

The captain nodded and went back to looking at the map on the table in front of him. Phillip Shank was a dealer of rare artifacts. He had several operations on the African continent that were digging up all sorts of old treasures. Phillip would then sell them to museums or private collectors for a hefty price. Business had been good lately, until September that is. The outbreak of war had hampered Phillip's abilities to get his goods back to Europe. The heartbreaking loss of several valuable artifacts that went down on a small freighter that was sunk by a German U-Boat in November had been a big hit for him.

"Come to 085. Signal the Stephanie of the change of course." the captain said. The Stephanie was the small freighter that was following the Poppy. The captain looked back at Phillip. "We got an SOS when you were below checking your cargo. A convoy that left a few days ahead of us for Brest was attacked by a U-Boat. A medium cargo vessel like the Poppy was sunk, along with a smaller freighter. I have changed course to put us further away from the attacks."

A chill went down Phillip's spine. He remembered when he was a young man and U-Boats terrorized the seas in the Great War. He wished he was in his flat in Paris, but the possible reward for the cargo this vessel carried was to great to not oversee himself. He had sailed to Morroco a month ago to oversee the final excavation and secure transport back to France. The artifiact would make him a very rich man. A chilling thought then came to Phillip's mind. Was he more worried about losing the cargo? Or his life? He pondered this as the sun began to set on the horizon.

02-20-09, 11:52 AM	#13
gord96 Commodore Join Date: Nov 2002 Posts: 627 Downloads: 57 Uploads: 0	Thanks. Glad you are enjoying it! 10 km from U-111, somewhere in the Atlantic Phillip took a long drag from the cigarette as he watched the sun finally come out from behind the clouds. The seas had calmed down a bit. Since they left Africa, the Atlantic had been angry. The wind cut through his coat and he turned and walked back inside and up a flight of stairs to the bridge of the freighter Poppy. "Hello Mr. Shank, I trust your having a comfortable journey." said the old grey haired captain as he saw Phillip approach. "Yes captain. Besides the rough seas, I am doing fine. I will admit I was never much of a sailor." replied Phillip. "As long as my cargo gets to Brest as soon as possible and in one piece I will be happy." The captain nodded and went back to looking at the map on the table in front of him. Phillip Shank was a dealer of rare artifacts. He had several operations on the African continent that were digging up all sorts of old treasures. Phillip would then sell them to museums or private collectors for a hefty price. Business had been good lately, until September that is. The outbreak of war had hampered Phillip's abilities to get his goods back to Europe. The heartbreaking loss of several valuable artifacts that went down on a small freighter that was sunk by a German U-Boat in November had been a big hit for him. "Come to 085. Signal the Stephanie of the change of course." the captain said. The Stephanie was the small freighter that was following the Poppy. The captain looked back at Phillip. "We got an SOS when you were below checking your cargo. A convoy that left a few days ahead of us for Brest was attacked by a U-Boat. A medium cargo vessel like the Poppy was sunk, along with a smaller freighter. I have changed course to put us further away from the attacks." A chill went down Phillip's spine. He remembered when he was a young man and U-Boats terrorized the seas in the Great War. He wished he was in his flat in Paris, but the possible reward for the cargo this vessel carried was to great to not oversee himself. He had sailed to Morroco a month ago to oversee the final excavation and secure transport back to France. The artifiact would make him a very rich man. A chilling thought then came to Phillip's mind. Was he more worried about losing the cargo? Or his life? He pondered this as the sun began to set on the horizon.