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CptCrunch · 10-18-14, 07:56 PM

I used to play TA. Now I sink ships.

It's late march 1943. We set out from St. Nazaire heading for DE66.
Halfway to the Azores We run into a small convoy, mostly small merchants and coastals but also a juicy liner and a C2. It's stormy and wild and night has fallen as we crash into the port flank of the convoy. It's protected by 2 corvettes and an armed trawler. They don't seem to know what they're doing. We don't get pinged and we're able to go in at ahead standard. The exec picks off the C2 with 2 eels and the liner with one. As they're going down we take out a merchant with the stern tube and another off our bow as it tries to snake past the burning hulk of the liner. I go to flank speed and turn south west in the middle of the convoy , running through it as the tubes are reloaded. The escorts are fussing at the back with two freighters that have ground to a halt. It's futile, they're dead in the water and it's only a matter of time before they join their comrades in Davy Jones locker. Meanwhile I'm free to roam at the front of the convoy.We take out the remaining four ships. We've sunk all ten merchants and we go deep and head nor'west at a creep, effortlessly outflanking the escorts to the east. I give the command surface and tidy up. There's only minor damage from some lucky pot shots we took when accidentally broaching the surface. I'll have to talk to the chief about ballasting the boat better- she can pop up like a cork after the tubes are emptied.
We're down to one eel in external reserves, an acoustic homer and about 100 rounds of HE. I decide to head south to Gelting and reload before moving to our designated square. We cruise on through the dawn and then suddenly pick up the 3 escorts still running before us. We go to flank and I see how close I can stern chase them. At 3.5 clicks we drop to 7 meters and run with decks awash. Two thousand yards off the nearest corvette we blow the tanks and I scramble the deck gun crew. Before the corvette knows it she's taken 3 direct hits from astern and she staggers about to engage us. Her sister is about 3 thousand yards off and comes about sharpish, opening fire with her 4 incher and I drop down to dead slow and we duke it out for a few rounds. The corvette is belching black smoke from a couple of hits amidships but coming at us like an express train. She's taken the bait. We turn tail and run like hell. The stern tube hisses and the homer shoots towards her passing close at 1500 yards. The corvette sprints at us as she tries to position for an attack run but I'm already 140 meters down and racing to pass crush depth - I figure the boat can take it after the light hits she's taken. I order a dog leg and hear the gratifying rip and thunder of the corvette as she's shredded by the homer from the stern. We come up astern the second corvette who is listing stern down and lame in the water and finish her off with the deck gun. We get a peppering from her machine gun but all the fights gone out of her and she goes down spitting and burning. The armed trawler piles in from the south intent on revenge. We go under and keep quiet. She faffs about for a bit and heads south again. Out boat rises and the chase is on again. After an hour we pull within range. The gun crew know the drill by now, systematically taking her apart. I struggle to hold the boat down and bow on to the trawler. If she manages to come about we're in trouble from the long barrelled heavy calibre she has mounted on the bow. But it never happens, she explodes and goes down in a flash. As we head for Gelting I suddenly realise that for the first time in my career I have destroyed an entire small convoy with no survivors - 13 vessels for around 43,000 Gross tonnes. We never spotted a single life boat or raft in that ferocious sea and there is subdued silence and grief amongst the crew as we think their families and the enormity of what we have done in the heat of battle.. But by by the time we arrive at Gelting on the 3rd of April we are happy and flushed with our success. The brass have read our triumphant signal and it's beer and medals all round. Surely now with such overwhelming successes we cannot fail to bring England to her knees?

10-18-14, 07:56 PM	#4714
CptCrunch Seaman Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Wales Posts: 31 Downloads: 65 Uploads: 0	Total Annhilation I used to play TA. Now I sink ships. It's late march 1943. We set out from St. Nazaire heading for DE66. Halfway to the Azores We run into a small convoy, mostly small merchants and coastals but also a juicy liner and a C2. It's stormy and wild and night has fallen as we crash into the port flank of the convoy. It's protected by 2 corvettes and an armed trawler. They don't seem to know what they're doing. We don't get pinged and we're able to go in at ahead standard. The exec picks off the C2 with 2 eels and the liner with one. As they're going down we take out a merchant with the stern tube and another off our bow as it tries to snake past the burning hulk of the liner. I go to flank speed and turn south west in the middle of the convoy , running through it as the tubes are reloaded. The escorts are fussing at the back with two freighters that have ground to a halt. It's futile, they're dead in the water and it's only a matter of time before they join their comrades in Davy Jones locker. Meanwhile I'm free to roam at the front of the convoy.We take out the remaining four ships. We've sunk all ten merchants and we go deep and head nor'west at a creep, effortlessly outflanking the escorts to the east. I give the command surface and tidy up. There's only minor damage from some lucky pot shots we took when accidentally broaching the surface. I'll have to talk to the chief about ballasting the boat better- she can pop up like a cork after the tubes are emptied. We're down to one eel in external reserves, an acoustic homer and about 100 rounds of HE. I decide to head south to Gelting and reload before moving to our designated square. We cruise on through the dawn and then suddenly pick up the 3 escorts still running before us. We go to flank and I see how close I can stern chase them. At 3.5 clicks we drop to 7 meters and run with decks awash. Two thousand yards off the nearest corvette we blow the tanks and I scramble the deck gun crew. Before the corvette knows it she's taken 3 direct hits from astern and she staggers about to engage us. Her sister is about 3 thousand yards off and comes about sharpish, opening fire with her 4 incher and I drop down to dead slow and we duke it out for a few rounds. The corvette is belching black smoke from a couple of hits amidships but coming at us like an express train. She's taken the bait. We turn tail and run like hell. The stern tube hisses and the homer shoots towards her passing close at 1500 yards. The corvette sprints at us as she tries to position for an attack run but I'm already 140 meters down and racing to pass crush depth - I figure the boat can take it after the light hits she's taken. I order a dog leg and hear the gratifying rip and thunder of the corvette as she's shredded by the homer from the stern. We come up astern the second corvette who is listing stern down and lame in the water and finish her off with the deck gun. We get a peppering from her machine gun but all the fights gone out of her and she goes down spitting and burning. The armed trawler piles in from the south intent on revenge. We go under and keep quiet. She faffs about for a bit and heads south again. Out boat rises and the chase is on again. After an hour we pull within range. The gun crew know the drill by now, systematically taking her apart. I struggle to hold the boat down and bow on to the trawler. If she manages to come about we're in trouble from the long barrelled heavy calibre she has mounted on the bow. But it never happens, she explodes and goes down in a flash. As we head for Gelting I suddenly realise that for the first time in my career I have destroyed an entire small convoy with no survivors - 13 vessels for around 43,000 Gross tonnes. We never spotted a single life boat or raft in that ferocious sea and there is subdued silence and grief amongst the crew as we think their families and the enormity of what we have done in the heat of battle.. But by by the time we arrive at Gelting on the 3rd of April we are happy and flushed with our success. The brass have read our triumphant signal and it's beer and medals all round. Surely now with such overwhelming successes we cannot fail to bring England to her knees? Last edited by CptCrunch; 10-18-14 at 08:06 PM.