Sliding down the NW coast of Scotland, I spot a task force outbound - battleship, battle cruiser, and half a dozen destroyers. Too fast and far away to do anything but watch the parade, which is disappointing because I'd like very much to sink a battleship.
Thirty hours later, off the west coast of Ireland, here they come again, inbound and headed across my track. Perfect! Except ... what I took to be an ESE course turns out to be E and I find myself directly in the path of the lead destroyers. Discretion is the better part of valor and I skedaddle at flank speed, but now it's too late to turn around and annoy them with anything more than the stern tube. No glory for ol' U-27 today.
