AB grimly stood by the Wrath, his pre-prepared message ready for cutting and pasting.

His red-rimmed eyes peered desperately into the smoke-filled gloom as his knuckles whitened on the grips of his Zeiss binoculars. 'This time', he thought bitterly. 'This time, I'm going to be first. I'm going to nail it. That Scrampton bastard isn't going to beat me again. Not now, not when we're so close to land. I'm going to spot it and I'm going to post it and we're going to make it.'

CRUMP! AB was shaken awake by the sound of Baron von Scrampton's deadly torpedo hitting home amidships. He'd nodded off at his post yet again, and as the icy waters closed upon him he could only hit F5 in raging despair.

Posted By: Old Git, Jun 16, 10:23:31