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Tuesday, January 13th 2009, 11:01pm

Royal Dockyard, Copenhagen.

Orlogskaptajn (Lt. Commander) Tomas Wismann stood on the bridge of the K.D.M. Einmyra,
as it lay alongside the Lynetten battery in the naval dockyard. The destroyers K.D.M Ull and K.D.M. Diana lay tied up on the opposite quay, the escorts for the coming mission.

Across the harbour, just short of the Kastellet, the S.S. Emma Maersk was loading the last of a consignment of material,
aircraft parts and weapons for the Irish Department of Agriculture and Fisheries,
as well as a crew of engineers to help in the establishment of a base in Foynes,
County Clare, on the Shannon estuary.
The K.D.M. Ask, a Tree class sloop, lay astern of the merchantman, due to escort her because of the nature of the cargo.
They were due to sail 2 days after the Einmyra, and it would have made more sense to have the merchantman accompany the cruiser,
but the new Ambassador was on a shorter timetable than the cargo.

He pulled his greatcoat's collar tighter around his neck and ears,
trying to stave off the biting February wind blowing in from the sea.
He walked around the bridge, moving into the lee of conning tower, for a little extra shelter.
In the distance, he could see a line of cars with motorcycle outriders approaching.
"And about time too!"he thought to himself, the Ambassador Designate was running late, and it was getting close to time to weigh anchor.
He made his way down to the gangplank to meet his new boss.

The cars came to a halt opposite the gangplank, and the honour party snapped into action.
The Ambassador exited the car, followed by the Greve Kronberg.
At the appearance of the most celebrated troubleshooter of the Diplomatic Corp,
the Honour guard , almost inperceptably, tightened up their formation even more.
"Smooth" thought Tomas, "Very smooth!", suppressing a chuckle.
Kronberg handed the Ambassador a black leather briefcase bearing the Royal crest, and shook his hand firmly.
The ambassador turned towards the gangplank, and after greeting the Captain, boarded the ship.
"Not long now" he said to himself, "God, I miss the sea!"

After the ambassador boarded, Tomas watched as the shore party stood by the lines,and on the word from the bridge, freed the ship from the shackles of the quayside.

Olaf had just concluded a quick tour of his quarters, and made his way back to the deck where he got on the ship.
"No", he thought to himself, "that's not the correct phrase". Racking his memory, he tried to remember the right words,
when he saw Lt.Commander Wismann, the man that was to be his naval attaché in Dublin,
leaning on the railing closer to the back of the ship.
"No, that's not right either!" he thought.
"Lt. Commander!" he called, moving to the naval attaché.
Tomas, woken from his daydreaming by the call, turned to see the Ambassador approaching him.
"Mr. Ambassador" replied Tomas.
Olaf smiled at the slight faux pas, "Not quite yet, Lt.Cammander. The Irish President has to accept my credentials first" he replied.
"Oh, Sorry Sir, I wasn't aware" answered Tomas.
"Well, If You don't say anything, I won't" replied Olaf, "on one condition"
"Yes Sir?" queried Tomas
"What do you call to act of getting on a ship?" asked the ambassador quite sheepishly
"Boarding, Sir"
"And that direction would be?" asked Olaf, pointing to the back of the ship, a shy smile on his face.
"Ah, I think I see Sir. That would be 'Aft', to the 'Stern', the action being to 'Move Astern'.
Am I following your line of questions correctly Sir?"
"You are most definately!" smiled Olaf.
"Well Sir, If you prevent me from causing a diplomatic incident,
I'll see to it that you don't get lost aboard!" laughed Tomas.

This post has been edited 1 times, last edit by "Commodore Green" (Jan 13th 2009, 11:02pm)


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 1:04am

The North Sea, the next morning.......

On the bridge of Einmyria, Captain Eriksen looked quizically at the Ambassador, and glanced again at the rough sketch that the ambassador had handed him.
"Forgive me, Herr Schmichael, but are you sure about this? It seems to me to be a bit risky!" he said, shaking his head slightly.
"I appreciate your point of view, Captain, but I met with the Irish Ambassador and his staff in Copenhagen a few days ago,
and the one thing that struck me about the Irish was what could be described as a "dark" sense of humour.
So I believe that this will be accepted in good humour!" he replied, a smile upon his face.
"Well, if you are so sure Sir, then I'm sure that we can accomodate your wishes", responded the Captain.

Turning to his 2IC, the Captain said "Give this to Chefsargent Frantzen, and tell him that we need it in place before we reach Dublin tomorrow afternoon"
"Yes Sir" Replied the other officer, taking the sketch from the Captain.
"And tell ....." the Ambassador started, then stalled as he failed to remember the rank of the craftsmen that would make up his 'joke'
"Chefsargent" whispered Wismann from behind the Ambassador
"And tell Chefsargent Frantzen, that if he has any questions, he may contact me directly, so as not to distract the Captain" completed the Ambassador.
"Yes Sir" answered the 2IC, after recieving a subtle nod form the Captain.

Shortly after, the Ambassador thanked the Captain for his time, excused himself and left the bridge, followed by his naval attaché.
As the bridge door closed behind them, the ambassador turned to Tomas, and quietly said "and thank you, Tomas!"
"Just holding up my end of our deal, Sir!" smiled Tomas.


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 2:06am

The Irish Sea, the following morning....

Frantzen looked up at what could only be described as the weirdest things he had ever been asked to make aboard ship in his career. He turned to gather up the rest of his men, when he saw the new Ambassador on the boat deck, smiling like the Cheshire Cat from that English children's story.
Walking over to the diplomatic, he queried, "Excuse me Sir, but do they look like you imagined?"
"Chefsargeant, they are perfect! You and your men are to be congratulated!" beamed the Ambassador.

The NCO saluted, and walked back to his men.
"Alright lads, he's happy. Let's get it all tidied away", he ordered.
As he left the deck, he cast one more glance at the construction attached to the funnel.
"Horns, why horns?" he asked himself.


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 2:07am

The next day..........


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 2:11am

...they put Viking horns on the funnel? HHAAAHAAAHAA!!! :D :D


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 1:50pm

Atlantic Ocean, Morning of February 26th

Captain Eriksen looked out of the bridge window to port,
his ship ploughing through the rough seas,
happy that he wasn't on the destroyers following his course.

In the distance, little Tory Island was just visible between the squalls.
"My God this is a desolate place. It must be hell on that island at this time of year" he said to Lt Paul Mc Namee,
the Irish Navy liasion officer that had joined his ship for the duration of their tour around Ireland.
"It is indeed Sir" replied Mc Namee, "The island regularly gets cut off from the mainland at this time of year,
sometimes for up to 3 to 4 weeks. The storms in this area can be quiet fierce".
"And how does this weather compare?" queried the Captain
"This is about average, I'd guess. They haven't called on the RNLI or ourselves for any emergencies, so they must be alright", mused Mc Namee.
"Well, I hope that it clears up for our visit to Galway, but I have my fear that we'll just get washed off the dockside by this rain" said the Captain.
"The boffins in the weather service are fairly accurate Sir, they are usually only out by 12 hours or so at most,
and if they say that tomorrow and the weekend are to be better, well...I'd be inclined to believe them"


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 2:07pm

Foynes, February 28th

Lt. Carlsen was dockside with a work party from the Ask,
helping to get the cargo unloaded from the S.S. Emma Maersk.
Workers from the local dock, and members of the Irish Department of Agriculture and Fisheries were also there,
a real case of 'Many hands make light work'.
About a kilometer away, the Ronne flying boats were bobbing in the sheltered waters of the commercial seaplane base,
from where the American and British passanger flights across the Atlantic departed.
The Irish Army was also present, to deal with the weapons being delivered for the seaplanes,
and were being very careful with their charges.

"How's the work progressing, Chefsargent?" the Lt. asked the petty officer.
"Progressing nicely Sir. With some luck, and if the weather holds, we should be finished by sunset tomorrow" replied the NCO.
"Excellent. Looks like we may get some shove leave in Limerick after all!" smiled the Lt.
The trip through the Channel, and round the South coast of Ireland had been quite rough,
and the Captain had suggested that their might be the possibility of leave,
assuming that their was no undue delays in completing their mission.
"Yes Sir!" replied the NCO, "The lads are looking forward to it!"


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 4:06pm

Galway, February 28th

The King's Head pub on Shop Street was black.
Danish sailor's, all done up in their Dress Whites, were crammed into every nook and cranny.
In broken English, drink orders were being shouted across the bar,
trying to rise over the sound of the local ceile band in one corner,
and the singing battle that had started between the Hurling and Gaelic Footbal teams, and the Danes.

Captain Eriksen walked into the bar, and was accosted by the wave of sound.
He stood still for a minute and gauged the situation.
One of the ship's senior NCO's, Schmidt, noticed the commanding officer, and bellowed from the top of his lungs.
"ATTEN-SHUN! Captain on deck!"
The sound level dropped to almost nothing, with the sportsmen trailing off last.
"As you were men." replied the Captain. "Schmidt, If any of these men don't have a good time, I'm holding you responsible! CLEAR?"
"CRYSTAL, SIR!!" replied the NCO, as the crowd of sailors cheered.

Stepping out of the doorway, Eriksen turned to the other officers with him, "It looks like the other ranks have laid claim to this pub. Where else would you suggest Lt. Mc Namee?"
"There is the Skeffington Arms or the Greathern Southern, both on Eyre Square" replied the Irishman.
"Well then, to paraphrase, 'Lead on, Mc Namee!' gesturing with his hand, and and slight bow.


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 8:51pm

KDM Ask, Foynes, Shannon Estuary......

0949 Hours, Galway Naval Wireless Transmission:
All ships alert STOP
All warships detain motorship DJEBEL AMIYAH alternate name KARABOUDJAN upon sight STOP
DJEBEL AMIYAH has resisted and fled Irish police investigation STOP
Crew has small arms and is considered dangerous STOP
DJEBEL AMIYAH believed responsible for ramming Danish submarine BELLONA March 1935 STOP
Civilian vessels stay clear of DJEBEL AMIYAH STOP
Vessel is 13,550 tons normal length 580 feet waterline 72 feet beam STOP
Vessel painted black with white superstructure and single funnel painted orange STOP
Last known position in Shannon estuary location 52°36'38.87"N STOP 9°10'40.33"W, speed eighteen repeat eighteen knots STOP
All warships detain motorship DJEBEL AMIYAH alternate name KARABOUDJAN upon sight STOP

Tønnesen read the message again, listening to the repeat as he did so to verify what he hoped he had heard.
Yes, there it was again believed responsible for ramming Danish submarine BELLONA, The Irish had done it , they had found the scum that had rammed the Bellona!

He tore the sheet off the pad, and ran out of the radio room,
headed for the bridge, the communication clutched in his hand.
He swung round a corner, and careened into Lt. Carlsen, sending the junior officer spinning into the bulkhead,
as he bounced off the opposite bulkhead hard, crumpling to the deck.
"Tønnesen, you idiot. Watch where your going!!" shouted the Lt as he straightened himself.
Looking at the sailor, he noticed that he had come off the worse of the 2 in the collision,
and was in a heap in the deck.
"Tønnesen, are you alright?" he asked, concerned about the sailor's condition
"Medic!" he called, kneeling beside the radio operator.
Tønnesen, dazed and barely conscious, held up the note, muttering "Bellona" faintly.
Men appeared in the corridor, and the Lt stepped back out of the way to let the medic in the check on the crumpled seaman.

As they carried him away, the officer remembered the note.
He read it, his eyes going wide!


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 9:33pm

And the chase begins, MWAHAHAHAHA!! :D


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 10:52pm

KDM Einmyria, Galway, 09:55

Captain Eriksen read the message about the incident in Limerick.
Turning to the bridge crew, he started to issue a string of orders........
"Have the engine room raise steam"
"Recall the crew, use the sirens"
"Raise the Ask at Foynes, get them in pursuit"
"Raise the Ull and Diana, and if they haven't already, have them prepare for a chase"
"And get those civilians off my ship!"

"Lt. Mc Namee, will you liase with your command, and get me the latest intel available" asked the Captain
"Already on it Sir!" called Mc Namee as he headed from the bridge, making his way to the quayside.

The Captain glanced at the weather forecast.
"And get the Huginn ready for deployment!"

The sound of running feet was heard form the quay side.
Looking out of the window, the Captain saw his crew sprinting back to the ship.
"Good lads!" he thought with pride.
"If they knew what the reason for the recall was, I think they may even have flown!" he smiled to himself.

"Sir, the engine room reports that they will have sufficient steam to move in 40 minutes,
but full power will not be available for 1 hour" reported his 2IC, Bidstrup.
"Ull and Diana will be ready to manouvre in 25 minutes. And this just received from KDM Ask, Sir"
He handed the note to the Captain, who read it, and then read it aloud to the bridge crew.

Have received communication from Irish Naval Service, Galway STOP
Am raising steam to pursue STOP
Target should pass our position in 5 minutes STOP
Will be underway in 15 minutes STOP
Wish us luck STOP
Lundgaard STOP

"Send to Ask, 'Good Luck and Good Hunting, and try to leave some for us!'. What do you think lads, will we let the Ask beat us to it?" the Captain said as he handed the note back to the 2IC.
The cheer from the bridge crew answered his question.

This post has been edited 2 times, last edit by "Commodore Green" (Jan 17th 2009, 11:21pm)


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 11:47pm

Heh, this is where the German steam and diesel ships would have an advantage: the steam plant may take the normal amount of time to get up to temperature and pressure, but the diesels are ready nearly instantly.


Saturday, January 17th 2009, 11:56pm


Originally posted by Hrolf Hakonson
Heh, this is where the German steam and diesel ships would have an advantage: the steam plant may take the normal amount of time to get up to temperature and pressure, but the diesels are ready nearly instantly.

Not with ones these size. It'd still take quite a few minutes to start up from cold. Probably 15minutes if not more. The poor grade of diesel oil and the fact that it's at low temp next to the water means that you can't burn it straight off. It has to be preheated and thinned before adding to the cylinders. Smaller engines would take less time, and higher speed ones tend to run on finer grade. Considering all the checks you'd have to make before leaving harbour the time difference isn't that great.


Sunday, January 18th 2009, 12:25am

KDM Ask, Foynes, 10:10

"Cast off all lines!" came the call from the bridge.
On the quay side, dock workers unhooked lines and tossed them over the side.
The ends of the lines barely hit the water, such was the speed at which the crew of the Ask hauled them in.

"Ahead 1 quarter, starboard 10 degrees. Let the current take her out from the quay."
"Ahead 1 quarter, starboard 10 degrees, Aye Sir!" came the reply.
The bow of the ship swung out from the dock, the turn increasing as the flow of the largest river in Ireland swept under the hull.
"Half ahead", ordered the Captain
"Half ahead, aye Sir!"
The sloop started to move away steadily from the dock.
"Helm, as soon as we hit the deep channel, take her up to flank speed"
"Aye Sir"
The Captain open one of the voice pipes on the bridge, and blew into it
"Engine Room" came the reply.
"Chief, I need you to squeeze every last revolution you can from the engines"
"We'll give you everything we can Captain!"
"I know you will, Chief" replied the Captain as he put the bung back in place"
"And now, the chase is afoot...."said the Captain, as his crew finished making the ship ready.


Sunday, January 18th 2009, 1:47am

KDM Einmyria, Galway, 10:20

Captain Eriksen watched helplessly as he watched the 2 Archer class destyoyers power out into Galway Bay,
following the L.E. Connaught, Ireland's latest destroyer.
The Irish vessel was still in her sea trials, but the Irish were throwing her into the chase.
"You can't fault their bravery, eh Bidstrup?" said the Captain, lowering his binoculars.
"I wouldn't want to go chasing off out there in an untested boat, Sir" replied the 2IC, shaking his head.
At that moment, Lt. Mc Namee returned to the bridge.
"Captain, Loophead lighthouse reports sighting the DJEBEL AMIYAH on a heading of 230 degrees." reported the Irish officer.
"Damn, we'll lose them if we can't get them turned around, Sir!" said Bidstrup.
"Yes, but I think Ask will be able to do that for us, but just in case......." the Captain hurridely wrote a note and handed it to Mc Namee, who looked at it quizically.
"But Sir, we don't have any...." stated Mc Namee
"I am aware of that, Lt, but the target is most assuredly not!" replied the Captain.
"How long do I have Sir?" asked Mc Namee, heading for the hatch.
"No more than 10 minutes Lt. Remember 'Time and Tide..." replied the Captain.
"Don't worry Sir, I would NOT miss this for the world!" shouted Mc Namee as he tore down the passageway.


Sunday, January 18th 2009, 2:20am

Bridge of MV Djebel Amiyah, 10:25

"Cap'n" yelled the radio operator, "The Irish are transmitting something, but I can't read it!"
"What do you mean, can't read it?" called Allen.
"It's in some sort of code, or....."
"Or what?"
"Sorry Cap'n, I just got it, it's in Irish" replied the radioman
"Well, can you make any sense of it"
"I'm not sure Cap'n, but 3 words stand out; Deirdre, Eithne, and Dingle" replied the radioman.
"Shit, turn North now!" screamed the Captain


Sunday, January 18th 2009, 2:30am

KDM Einmyria, 10:35

"Sir, update from the Lighthouse at Loop Head" called the radioman, as he passed the note to the bridge.
"YES!" creid the 2IC, "They fell for it Sir!"
"Sparks, raise the Ask, tell them the news, but encode it in such a way that we don't give away this advantage" ordered the Captain.
"Yes SIR!"

"Sir, engine room reports ready to move" called the helmsman.
"At last! Helm, get us out of here. Best speed until we have full power available. Navigator, take us out to the Aran Islands."
He turned to the other officers,
"It is my intent gentlemen, to let the destroyers and Ask locate the target,
and we will intercept once we have their position and heading"

This post has been edited 1 times, last edit by "Commodore Green" (Jan 18th 2009, 2:50am)


Sunday, January 18th 2009, 2:38am

Heh heh heh. What the enemy doesn't know... can hurt them! :D


Sunday, January 18th 2009, 3:17am

KDM Ask, 10:55

"Contact, off the starboard bow!" called the lookout
The captain rushed to the bridge edge with his glasses, searching in the indicated direction.
"It's her!" he called.
"Sparks, contact Einmyria. Message to read 'Have sighted target, intend to try to stop and board her.' Add our position and bearing, and those of the target" ordered the Captain

"All hands to battle stations!" he called.
The order rippled through the little ship; hatches closing, ammunition being readied, guns being loaded, as every soul aboard prepared to bring justice to that ship off the starboard bow.

"First blood to the little ships, eh Karl?" the Captain said to his 2IC


Sunday, January 18th 2009, 11:43am


Originally posted by Red Admiral


Originally posted by Hrolf Hakonson
Heh, this is where the German steam and diesel ships would have an advantage: the steam plant may take the normal amount of time to get up to temperature and pressure, but the diesels are ready nearly instantly.

Not with ones these size. It'd still take quite a few minutes to start up from cold. Probably 15minutes if not more. The poor grade of diesel oil and the fact that it's at low temp next to the water means that you can't burn it straight off. It has to be preheated and thinned before adding to the cylinders. Smaller engines would take less time, and higher speed ones tend to run on finer grade. Considering all the checks you'd have to make before leaving harbour the time difference isn't that great.

Depends on which grade of diesel you're using, by no means all diesel is thickened or problematic in temperatures around 32 F. After all, if it was, the T-34 wouldn't have been very useful in December 1941, not to mention all the trucks, trains, and buses rolling around here in Minnesota this week when the lows were -20 to -40 F depending on where you were in the state. It also depends on whether the ship was totally on shore power or not: if it wasn't (most likely case), one or more of the diesels would already be turning at low RPMs to provide ship power, and some amount of the fuel would already be warmed up and moving.