The 2 light cruisers, RM Varese and Vercelli slowly drifted at anchor before the light desert wind. The port of Mogadishu still wasn’t complete for the East Africa squadron. The bright rays of autumn sunshine crept over the horizon and the 2 ships began to come to life. The breeze whipped away the smoke as the boilers fired up. Onboard Varese Commander Pipione rubbed his eyes and walked onto his bridge, not that it could really be called a bridge, with room for only 8 persons. “How are we doing?” he asked of the Officer of the deck. “We’ve started up the boilers and temperature is rising. Should be able to raise anchor in a few minutes, sir” was the exhausted reply after a long nights duty. Sub-Lieutenant Fabiene stepped onto the bridge to take over for the next watch. “I’m ready to relieve you, Lieutenant”
“I stand relieved SL” he answered, then adding “I’m off to catch some sleep skipper.”
“Make sure you have some rest Lieutenant, we might need you later if the Indian Police are correct”
“Yes, sir” and then he shinnied down the ladder and made his way aft.
Turning to SL Fabiene, Commander Pipione said “ Raise anchor and take us out to sea Subbie”
Orders were quickly shouted and the anchor came onboard. SL Fabiene took up his position behind the Boson and called “Yeoman, make to Vercelli, ‘raise anchor and follow us out, 200yds astern’ ”
“Yes, sir”
“Boson, 1/3 ahead, course 000.”
“Yes, sir”
A rumble shuddered through the ship and slowly she began to pick up speed, kicking up a large wake astern. The clear-blue water bounced off her flanks and the bow raised a little as she came up to 15knts, her sister ship following behind.
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“Commander, signal from Vercelli” said the Yeoman.
“What does she say?” inquired Commander Pipione, this was turning out to be a bit of a wild goose chase. Still no sign of the gun-runners after nearly 2 hours of raising anchor.
“Contact, sir” replied the Yeoman “bearing 280 relative. Tramp steamer of approximately 500grt”
“ Signal Vercelli to turn to port and investigate further. We’ll stay at 1,000m out and cover from there.”
“Yes, sir”
Astern of Varese, Vercelli swung out of line and departed. Varese heeled over in the turn and came up to 30knts. Her bow crashed down on the seas as she accelerated. At least its something to break the monotony thought Commander Pipione. Why did we ever trust those policemen anyway? India’s always moaning about how bad they are.
Even from 1,000m the Commander Pipione could see what a decrepid old hulk the tramp was. There wasn’t much chance of excitement here. “Signal to Vercelli, if they really are gun-runners try and take prisoners” the sarcasm obvious in his voice.
Suddenly a splash came up next to Vercelli and small arms fire erupted from the ship. Commander Pipione grabbed the mike. “ Action stations, action stations. This is not a drill, this is not a drill.” The ship burst to life as crewmen rushed to their stations. “Bow and port 20mm gunners open fire” shouted the Commander as a bullet winged over his head. A stream of 20mm shells came from the bow weapon and arched their way towards the tramp steamer. Vivid flashes appeared on the sides without having much effect. “Main turrets closed up and ready for action” relayed the port talker.
“All turrets, open fire” ordered the Commander. 6 130mm shells burst out of the guns and sped towards their target. The shells from the after two turrets fell short but A-turret straddled with 1 splash. A fire burst out on the tramp’s bridge where she had been hit. The next salvo was more accurate with 6 straddles but no hits.
“They’ve got the range, now fire for effect”
A salvo erupted from the guns again. This time there was only one miss. 2 shells passed straight the hull and out through the opposite side. 2 other shells hit the bridge aft again, which was already a burning, mangled wreck. The last shell fell onto the piles of ammunition where it promptly exploded engulfing the tramp in a huge fireball that licked out towards the cruisers.
“Cease firing” ordered Commander Pipione gazing at the burning wreck. “Signal to Vercelli, ‘you did ask them to surrender first, didn’t you?’ ”