World War, 1914-1918 -- Naval operations -- Submarine; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, British
The auxiliary was flooding and nothing more could be done. With the
periscope about six inches, Raymond lay on the deck and peeped through
the lens.
‘All right, they’re a mile astern. Seen us, of course, and are coming
for us. Get her down quickly.’
Then the auxiliary took effect, and the boat went down quickly, but in
hand. Once more the Destroyers, all three of them this time, were heard
passing over the top, and at a hundred feet a muffled explosion astern
told where a depth-charge had exploded harmlessly. At 120 Raymond
steadied her, and kept her at that level.
‘And that’s that,’ he said, after the boat had got her trim and the
coxswains could manage her easily. ‘So much for that. I oughtn’t to
have attacked in a flat calm; they were bound to see me.’
‘How far off were they when they spotted us?’ asked Boyd.
‘About a thousand yards. The leader opened fire and came for us. That
was just before I fired. He’d have had us otherwise. I bet they’re
rushing all over the place now on the look out. Let’s have a look at
the chart.’
‘I think I’ll put the periscope up in an hour,’ he continued, ‘and
have another smack if there’s a chance, but we’d better put her on the
course for home all the same, 285 deg. it is. Then we can sit on the
bottom when we get into 12 fathoms if necessary. How’s the battery?’
‘12.10 and 12.06, sir,’ answered Seagrave.
‘Hum, not bad. We’ve got enough amps.[17] for another attack, but it’ll
mean legging it afterwards for shallow water and sitting on the bottom
till dark. Better wait for another hour, though; they’ll be very much
on the alert just now.’
Forward, Seagrave and the T.I. were making the necessary adjustments to
two of the spare torpedoes, and a little later on launched them into
the tubes. A few minor adjustments of trim had to be made by-and-by
(they were on full fields and only doing about two knots), and
presently Seagrave reported that they were ‘all ready forward again.’
The depth-gauge in the control room had been put right and was showing
a steady 120 feet, far down out of the way of depth-charges and other
unpleasantnesses, and the time dragged slowly on.
‘Shook me a bit when we came right up that time,’ remarked Raymond. ‘I
made sure we were done in and was just waiting for the bump. When I got
my eyes at the periscope they were about a mile astern, rushing round
in circles. It wasn’t very healthy up there for a bit.’
‘I thought we should get it all right,’ put in Seagrave, ‘coming up to
the surface like that. What was the matter?’
‘I had to blow a good drop of water to get her out of the mud. Then she
came up with a rush and the tank wouldn’t fill quickly enough.’
‘Those blessed lights going caused all the trouble. It’ll be all right
in a few minutes. The lead went where it comes through control-room
bulkhead. Must have made the boat jump when that old bomb went off.’
‘Crowded five minutes,’ remarked Boyd. ‘However, all over and no one
dead yet.’
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