You get what you asked for...
I finaly have a patrol with little or no fog, flat sea and sunshine (Kurt and hans, my two experten spotters have brought an extra case of sun lotion... just in case). I now start off Kiel, and my patrol is in the channel between Ireland and Whales... do I go round the island? naaah... lets "sneak in" the main channel.
On ze vay to our assigned patrol sector, right before entering ze channel, ve spot ein scheuune C3 cargo... this time mein froind, you are NOT RUNNING AVAY from me! One torp below the keel and a few shots of our 88milimeter cannonen.. and the C3 ist kaput.
Sheun dag:

As I order the navigator to resume our previous course, ve are alarmed by Hans screaming from above(He now pretty much looks like a lobster, I am affraid we crew might vant to eat him if ve have rough days). As soon as I am on the bridge, I spot two torpedo booten comming flank speed straight at us. Himmel! Ze flat beeer drinkers have spotted us! Hans, get the main gun on zem! Und I jump in our new dual 20mm antiaircraft cannons... ze rest is a blur of shells wizzing by, splashes in ze water und tsvei torpedo boats on fire! Shnaps for the crew, und double ration fur der captain!
Torpedo boats kaput!:

Needless to say, the channle was interesting once they had spotted us... all the way to protsmouth, we had to dive during the day as we were harassed non stop by Hurricanes and other unidentified planes taking turns (bombs and drop charges)... evading the destroyers (except 4 ve had to sink, sorry your majesty... TAKE IT!) ... I now finaly arrived on the coast of Ireland, our hull is very kaput, and we have only 8 torps left... and Hans has started drinking the sun lotion.
Planes kaput:
