<to Letum> It is.......messy. Looks like a wild animal attack, appears it might be a local, though, the old constable. I'm trying to compile a report for the Oberst now.
You'll all be briefed at tomorrows morning formation.

<to UnderseaLcpl>

Humph!
Could be a saboteur, could be a spy, could be some local doesn't like the fuzz.

I'm sure we can survive with a sabotaged bobby.

Either way, it sounds to me like the little matter has settled it's self, Sir, and I don't
see how I can assist the dead.
I'm no Chaplin. don't the locals have some quaint custom for corpses?

<to Letum> If it is a saboteur or a spy I don't plan to sit on my thumbs until he blows something up or steals something. So are you up for doing some questioning or would you rather stay on post?

<to UnderseaLcpl>
Quite right Sir! Excellent idea. Questioning it is.
No rock shall go unturned.
Start with the locals shall I? They speak German don't they?

Well no time like the present Sir...

*Salutes and Marches double time to the pub*

ed:

Enters pub, throws overcoat over the chair next to the fire and winks at the barmaid.

By this time the fisherman had joined the knot of people, having dropped off the load of drinks by the back. "Gus!"

And suddenly, the fisherman seemed to look up at the cloud cover, as if trying to remember something. It hit him quite suddenly.

"...damn."

<calls after Letum> I DO want a report when you get back!

Sandy turns to the Oberfeldweber. "Sir...I ain't quite sure what's going on, but there's an old...story. Something about monsters...but I don't remember all of it." He scratched his head. "I dunno, maybe we should go to the bar, the landlubbers know more about this kind of thing than I do. P'raps a drink will jog me mem'ry. But I do know for a fact that they've just gotten some new drinks in, and I also know that the drink you asked for will pro'lly be available."

After lisening to all the body talk, I go to the bar for a drink.

As I walk in, I say hello to letum and walk to the bar.
I order and wait. as the barmaid makes my drink.

<To Penelope_Grey>
They say 'Letum likes the ladies'. It's not true you know; It's hurtful.
Theres only one true lady in Vanvikan and only one lady I like in Vanvikan.
How about fetching me a pint, care for a woodbine?

You won't believe the things UnderseaLcpl has been telling me in private!

He seriously thinks that theres a....*notices Taskforce has spotted me and shuts up* ...well, he wants to know what everyone makes of
the dead copper anyway. Haven't hear anything have you?

ed:
<to Taskforce>
Oh, hullo Taskforce! Sunk Churchill yet?

Gemeiner Super Market is back at the military base, silently observing U-13 with the Zeiss he nicked from an earlier visit. U-boots are an unwelcome necessity, he'd be out of a job without them. God forbid the Eastern front to be lacking in men, or, lacking more than usual. These boats don't even do that well, and it says a lot for their crew. Always drunk.

"Smelly bastards"

Tf says to letum. Almost. Churchill has to run out of ships soon. (quick laugh.)

Thanks Penelopy Grey. moneys on the bar. (exits bar, goes and looks around town alittle more.)

<to TF>
All those Tonmmies you've sent to the bottom Task....England must be practically an
island of single women by now.

Phwooor!
Show me an invasion barge and I'll paddle it there.

(To letum) "Yep, theyl give up any day now."

Returning from a nice walk. I go back abord U 13. (unluky me. with friday the 13th comeing up.) I go to my bunk and look through different books I brought.

<to PG> A drink for a thirsty and hard working fisherman please...and while you are at it, have one on me too.

<to JCWolf> Interested in some of this fresh fish from the sea to fix for the crew this evening?

<to Chad> Something strange is happening Herr Oberst...the fish are not biting as they used to.

Tf walks into bar.

"whats happening everyone."

Anyone else knotice that this place has a strange feel to it.