Through The Lion's Teeth

Rykaird · 02-14-07, 01:45 PM

December, 1940

I have received my new boat – a type IXB. She seems to have enough torpedoes to sink the entire British fleet!

One strange thing – while on the dock, preparing to get underway, Admiral Dönitz himself came strolling up. I was so proud – I thought the great man had come to wish me, one of his very best Kaleuns, a successful voyage. Imagine my shock when I discovered the man was obviously drunk. He stumbles up to me, and with breath reeking with cheap peppermint schnapps, says “Nice boat, Kapitänleutnant. Maybe a bit – too nice, hmmm?” He then suddenly tears my Kapitänleutnant insignia off my dress uniform, and totters off laughing crazily “Congratulations, Herr Kaleun! You’ve been promoted to Oberleutnant!” I guess the strain of high command is too much for the poor old sod.

Anyway, after this bizarre incident, we had a surprisingly good patrol off the southwestern Irish coast. Good for us, but not so good for Tommy. We’ve resupplied at the milch cow in Vigo, and after some fiddling with the enigma machine, I’ve opened my sealed orders to discover that we are to sail through the Straits of Gibraltar to Port Said, and sink the HRN Averof.

So, fellow Kaleuns, I could use some advice on getting through the Straits. I’ve heard there is a surface current that flows into the Med, but I always feel more comfortable with a nice, cold, 200m blanket of water over my head. How deep is it in the Straits? Any good advice for a safe passage?

And besides Port Said, does Tommy have any other areas you would recommend we visit?

Thanks, and may all your torpedoes actually work.

02-14-07, 01:45 PM	#1
Rykaird Weps Join Date: Jan 2007 Posts: 356 Downloads: 36 Uploads: 0	Through The Lion's Teeth December, 1940 I have received my new boat – a type IXB. She seems to have enough torpedoes to sink the entire British fleet! One strange thing – while on the dock, preparing to get underway, Admiral Dönitz himself came strolling up. I was so proud – I thought the great man had come to wish me, one of his very best Kaleuns, a successful voyage. Imagine my shock when I discovered the man was obviously drunk. He stumbles up to me, and with breath reeking with cheap peppermint schnapps, says “Nice boat, Kapitänleutnant. Maybe a bit – too nice, hmmm?” He then suddenly tears my Kapitänleutnant insignia off my dress uniform, and totters off laughing crazily “Congratulations, Herr Kaleun! You’ve been promoted to Oberleutnant!” I guess the strain of high command is too much for the poor old sod. Anyway, after this bizarre incident, we had a surprisingly good patrol off the southwestern Irish coast. Good for us, but not so good for Tommy. We’ve resupplied at the milch cow in Vigo, and after some fiddling with the enigma machine, I’ve opened my sealed orders to discover that we are to sail through the Straits of Gibraltar to Port Said, and sink the HRN Averof. So, fellow Kaleuns, I could use some advice on getting through the Straits. I’ve heard there is a surface current that flows into the Med, but I always feel more comfortable with a nice, cold, 200m blanket of water over my head. How deep is it in the Straits? Any good advice for a safe passage? And besides Port Said, does Tommy have any other areas you would recommend we visit? Thanks, and may all your torpedoes actually work.