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Operation Neuland is underway and thus far, it's been a large success in terms of the damage done to the war effort in the Caribbean. Antisubmarine forces all over were scrambling to tighten the very loose net that had been in place before this.
But the downside to U-161 of course is that the net will be tightened. Squadrons of maritime patrol bombers are being sent off to any Caribbean airfields which have even a hope of hosting them and those aircraft have deep fuel tanks which allow them to fly and hunt for hours.
U-161 is trying to open up a little space for herself by slipping northward out of the area for a while and are at the present moment (in the story) very close to the southern Cuban coast.
And Wilhelm Bucher is still being a royal pain in the ass.
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U-161
They'd been under for almost fifteen minutes, sitting still.
Hans-Joachim had called for the shallow dive and once under the surface, he'd called for the motors to be stopped and he let them coast out until they were almost stopped at thirty meters. Just as they were almost motionless, he'd called for a turn hard to port.
The whole boat was deathly still as all eyes were on the radioman while he sat listening to the hydrophones and adjusting the settings on his apparatus minutely.
Finally, he looked up at Ullmann and nodded, beginning to speak quietly.
"Ja, Herr Kaleun.
"A single contact, still there far astern and over the horizon - the same one. They have been following us."
Hans-Joachim nodded, "Keep listening, Kurt. We'll sit here a little longer. Tell me if anything changes."
Twenty-eight minutes later, the radioman waved his hand and Ullmann stepped over quietly, "Yes?"
"They've gone quiet, Herr Kaleun," the man said.
"They won't move again if we don't," Hans-Joachim said with a nod, "They're listening for us."
"What does that mean?" Bucher demanded in his annoyingly slow-witted fashion.
"It means," Hans-Joachim said with a little smile, "that some of our British friends are hunting us. Kurt has been hearing them in the distance for the last three days, since I have been making no attempt at all to disappear from them.
"It's just the one as far as we are aware at this point. Kurt can tell because they've got a slight shaft squeak - unless they build that into all of their subs - which can't be, obviously.
"There is the possibility that they are not alone out there and that their traveling companions are not so noisy; no way for us to tell from here. But there was that American patrol bomber which overflew us the other day. I am thinking that perhaps they are being given a little guidance, so they know roughly where to look.
"Out here, there are few other ships and sound travels a long way underwater. They can't hear us if we're on the electric motors obviously, but they can hear us when we're on the diesels from our props at the higher speed, just as we can hear them. You couldn't do this sort of thing as easily near Kiel or someplace with a lot of ships around. But the water's quieter here, no?
"They've been following us by our bearing. They stop every so often and go under just as we have and then they listen. Once they hear us, they surface and go to flank speed, trying to close the gap.
"They're far back of us and we could just surface and go to flank speed for a few hours. It's probably one of their Undine-class boats. They couldn't catch us if they tried."
"So ... we can outrun them?" Bucher asked.
Hans-Joachim nodded as he stepped to the plotting table, "A good submarine, though undersized for work this far out. There must be a supply ship around somewhere. An Undine doesn't have very deep tanks. They can make 11 and a half knots on the surface while we can do eighteen. We could wait for nightfall in half an hour and then dash away on the surface, but we won't."
"What then?" Bucher wanted to know.
Ullmann was already unrolling another map. "We'll let them come a little closer, that's all."
Bucher looked at the map as Ullmann unrolled it a little more, "What's there?"
Ullmann shrugged, "I'm looking for a bay that opens enough so that we can hear them come from a little way off. If I were them, I'd wonder after a few hours why I couldn't hear anything from us. One look at the map which they must have just like this one and they'll think that we've got to be hiding in one of these bays."
"What happens then?" Bucher asked, looking up from the map into Hans-Joachim's face.
The commander shrugged, "Then the game gets very dangerous, Wilhelm. For everyone."
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"Alright Helmut," Ullmann said, pointing as they stood on the conning tower bridge, "Over there. Get us in there stern-first. That gives us a better position if we have to get out in a hurry and it also lets us bring more tubes to bear if we do.
"Just be careful that our screws don't get fouled up in dead tree roots and branches or we're finished. Also, find out if there's room for us to sit down in there. I don't want us to be seen from the entrance, after all."
Weisenkopf nodded and began to issue his commands down the voice pipe.
"If he comes in here after us, he'll be coming from that direction," Ullmann said to Bucher, "It isn't much, but the angle gives us more of a commanding view."
He gave Bucher a smiling shrug, "We just have to hold our fish back until they have entered the bay fully. If they sink as they are still on the way in, we trap ourselves here."
It was done inside of ten minutes and U-161 slowly sank under the surface after the conning tower bridge crew had gone inside.
"Can you hear them, Kurt?" Hans-Joachim asked the radioman who sat straining a little harder at the headphones.
"Ja, Herr Kaleun," he said, "I can only just hear them because of the angle."
Hans-Jaochim nodded, "Well keep listening, my friend. I'm sure that they'll get louder after a while."
After that, they waited.
"How do you know that they'll come in here to look for us?" Bucher asked.
Ullmann shrugged, "I don't know that they will for certain, but think for a minute. They've been following us for days, Wilhelm. Do you think that they've tried so hard just to chase us down so that they can get your autograph?
