- Joined
- Jul 24, 2013
As the Humilhação S55 SBR Scorpène drifted through the dark waters off the coast of Brazil, it's captain was in a most foul mood. The sailors aboard his ship were lazy, always complaining that their legs were tired, that peddling the ship was too hard. The sub continued to slowly rise as it's sand-ballast was continually eaten by the crew, and were they to encounter an enemy vessel they would be the proverbial duck floating barely twenty feet from the surface.
"This is what happens when you let darks man a vessel" the captain complained to the bust of Hitler he kept in his cabin. "They eat your sand and stop working or taking baths. This would never happen were der fuhrer unfrozen and revived."
His thoughts were jarred by the sounding of the alarm, tin cans and pots ringing throughout the interior, the sailors frantically waving flashlights they had taped red cellophane over.
"A pontoon! With fishermen!" the captain heard shouted through the halls.
"This is not good... they could sink us easily. Evasive maneuvers, men!"
"This is what happens when you let darks man a vessel" the captain complained to the bust of Hitler he kept in his cabin. "They eat your sand and stop working or taking baths. This would never happen were der fuhrer unfrozen and revived."
His thoughts were jarred by the sounding of the alarm, tin cans and pots ringing throughout the interior, the sailors frantically waving flashlights they had taped red cellophane over.
"A pontoon! With fishermen!" the captain heard shouted through the halls.
"This is not good... they could sink us easily. Evasive maneuvers, men!"
