LANGSDORFF AND THE PIRATE SUBMARINE
At the fourth ring of the telephone, Langsdorff began to awaken… three rings later, he’d gladly have twisted the neck of the idiot that decided people should communicate more easily, blinking painfully by the strong light of his bedside lamp, stroked gently his wife’s cheek: “Lemme see, hunny… H’llo? Better this be good, you…” He hadn’t the chance of using ALL the vocabulary he had learned (and invented) along his career in the Visonian Navy.
“For starters, my Captain, being wrenched from a warm bed and a pleasant dream at two A.M. isn’t my cup of tea, either” that nasal twang and opener could only belong to…
“Lee? What’s going on, First Officer?” Ogreat, moaned Langsdorff for himself, official business? “I thought even wars began at a decent time of the day”
“COMSUBPACK issued the order to have the crews of Opononi, Barracud