It fell to my share, however, to take a German cruiser successfully into the far world-sea, where, since the exploits of the _Karlsruhe_, the _Dresden_, the _Emden_, the _Ayesha_, and the auxiliary cruisers _Prince Eitel Friedrich_ and _Kronprinz_ the German flag had not dared to show itself owing to the overwhelming superiority of the enemy. We Germans were sick of hearing England boast that her fleet had driven us from the highways of the ocean, and that her navy safeguarded the routes between Europe and the United States, Africa, and Australia. When I got my orders, I realized fully that if my plans were to succeed, we must not count on daring and good luck alone, but that cunning must make up for what we lacked in strength. Shortly before Christmas we made a few brief trial-trips. Then we busied ourselves with the final and not least important of our preparations--an attempt to give the _Moewe_ the aspect of an inoffensive merchant vessel. Beaming with pleasant anticipations, the crew set to work, and to such good purpose did they labor that within a few hours the _Moewe_, under her fresh coating of paint, was--outwardly at least--transformed into an ordinary merchantman. Not even the most suspicious English man-of-war would ever imagine for a moment what a dangerous cargo she carried. But all this labor of love was wasted. A heavy storm and a deluge of rain forced us to suspend our work, and the next morning the _Moewe_ was in a sorry plight. The fresh paint had run in streaks, and made her look like a marine zebra. Fortunately, the weather remained dry the night before we were to start. The painting was done again, and the work was accomplished, this time with notable success, for as a result of the damp first layer of paint the final coating did not look too aggressively new. We raised anchor and steamed out of port in a fog. Soon we exchanged farewell greetings with the German outpost boats, and, shortly after, reached the zone where at any moment we might run against an English destroyer or submarine. Everyone on board was strung up to the highest pitch. What would the next moment bring us? I recalled the remark of a friend who, on hearing of my appointment, asked: "After all, what do you expect to do? The very first day you will be captured!" From the moment we were in the open sea we were prepared for battle, and anyone who had attacked us, small or big, would soon have discovered that the _Moewe_ was not quite so peaceful and tame as she looked. Nevertheless, I must admit that too premature an encounter would have been fatal to our object. As luck would have it, the weather favored us; a thick fog encompassed us, and that first night was as dark as we could have wished. I told the crew briefly what was expected from them, and pleasure showed in the face of every man when he heard we were out against England, for to wipe out the hated English foe is the dearest wish of every German sailorman.