Count Luckner, the Sea DevilLuckner, Felix, Graf von
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Count Luckner, the Sea Devil
Luckner, Felix, Graf von
Germany. Kriegsmarine; Luckner, Felix, Graf von, 1881-1966; Seeadler (Ship); World War, 1914-1918 -- Naval operations
At ten o'clock we passed the Horns reef and continued along the
Danish coast. At eight bells we hoped to reach the Skagerrak, and
then turn her west to give the enemy the impression that we had come
from a Scandinavian port. Shortly before daybreak, the wind shifted
abruptly from southwest to due north. Against such a stiff breeze,
we could make little headway. On our right were the low rocky fjords
and reefs along the coast of Ringkjobing and Thisted. To the left
were British mine fields. We didn't dare run into a Danish harbour
for fear of being interned. So we must either turn back or take a
chance on slipping through the mine fields. It is always possible to
sail through a mine field--provided you sail under a lucky star with
a guardian angel at the helm.
"Hard aport! We'll risk it, boys." With a full spread of sail, we
turned straight west.
Now, a tacking ship heels over. The more sail you carry the more she
lays over, and the less water she draws. That was our chance. The
mines were nearly always planted several feet under water, just out
of sight. Perhaps we could slide right over them. Lifeboats were
lowered, and every man adjusted his lifebelt. Before the mast, the
sailors; aft, the captain. But we all kept to the foreship. We were
lower aft than fore, and if a mine went off it probably would be aft.
But our luck held and we got through in safety.
Our course lay around the northern end of Scotland, along the usual
shipping route from Norway to the Atlantic. To be sure, we could
have hugged the Norwegian coast, but the blockade was even tighter
there. That was the natural course for one of our raiding armoured
cruisers to take, so, if she were headed off by Beatty, she could
turn quickly into a neutral Norwegian port and accept internment
rather than capture. We didn't even keep to the middle of the North
Sea, but with the idea that our one path of safety lay right under
John Bull's nose, followed the coast of England and Scotland.
There were three lines of the blockade. The first lay across the
North Sea from the Scottish to the Danish coast. We must run this
one first.
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