Chapter 14: Hunting Time

The daylight had long faded from the crew of U-534 as they submerged beneath the weight of the ocean, leaving behind the security of the surface. The heavy steel shell of the submarine groaned under the pressure, but inside, all was still. Only the low hum of the engines and the rhythmic ticking of the dials disturbed the silence. Captain Muller had made the decision, one he felt in his bones. The surface was too dangerous—too exposed. They were now stalking prey in the shadows, and this was where a U-boat thrived. 

Dim red lights bathed the control room in a muted glow, casting a ghostly hue across the tense faces of the men. The switch from white light to red was a routine operation, a necessary adjustment to preserve night vision, but it always felt like a signal for something darker, as though the light itself warned of the dangers that lurked below.

Captain Muller stood near the navigator's table, his hands folded tightly across his chest. His eyes were unfocused, staring through the maps and into the uncertainty ahead. He was calculating distances, guessing at enemy movements, and trying to keep the gnawing doubt from creeping up his spine. He had avoided the destroyer's path—smart, yes, but it meant they had to catch up to their real target: the convoy ship. And time was slipping away faster than the sea currents.

"Kapitan," came the soft voice of Officer Richter, stepping forward. "Can we reach the convoy before we lose her completely?"

Muller's eyes snapped up to meet his, but for a moment, he didn't answer. His gaze was heavy, as though burdened with the weight of his crew's lives. Finally, he exhaled, shaking his head subtly.

"We'll see," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.

Richter nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line, understanding the unspoken uncertainty. Muller turned away, leaning harder into the table, the strain of command making the metal seem less solid beneath him. He had to trust his instincts, trust his crew, and trust in the machinery that surrounded them like a cold, indifferent beast.

In the far corner of the control room, Radioman Robert was hunched over the hydrophone, his brow furrowed in concentration. The headphones were clamped tightly over his ears, isolating him in a world of distorted echoes and whispering waves. He had been listening for hours, tuning into the faint vibrations of propellers slicing through the water. Waiting. Hoping. The rhythmic pulses of the ocean mocked him, offering nothing but the distant groans of shifting tides. Then, faintly, something changed.

Robert's eyes fluttered shut as he adjusted the wheel, narrowing in on the sound that had reached his ears. His pulse quickened.

"Kapitan," Robert's voice broke the stillness, his tone just above a whisper.

Muller's head jerked up, his tension instantly palpable. The crew members, crouched at their stations, glanced at each other, their faces tight with anticipation. They were hunting again. 

"I hear screws, bearing 045 degrees. Range... 2000 meters. Speed, 8 knots. Course, 270."

Muller didn't waste a second. He moved quickly, pushing past his men and heading for the periscope. The air in the control room tightened, the crew's collective breath held in suspense as the captain took command.

"Switch to red lights!" Muller's voice rang with authority "Maintain periscope depth!"

Chief Wilhelm was already moving, relaying orders down the chain. Kurt swiftly adjusted the U-boat to 18 meters, the slow mechanical whine of the sub rising slightly as it came into periscope range. Muller positioned himself, his eyes locked to the scope, sweeping it in a steady arc as he scanned the horizon for any sign of their prey.

The ocean churned restlessly above them, the waves foaming and crashing in every direction. Visibility was poor. Every swing of the periscope revealed only more empty sea, more roiling water. Muller clenched his jaw, frustration building. He could feel the weight of the moment, the pressure mounting.

"Verdammt!" he spat through gritted teeth, the curse slipping from his lips before he could stop it. "Chief, watch the depth meter! Get me higher visibility!"

"Jawohl, Herr Kapitan!" Chief Wilhelm responded swiftly, barking orders to adjust their position. The crew responded like a well-oiled machine, hands moving deftly, eyes glued to the dials and switches.

But then, a sharp intake of breath came from Robert at the hydrophone.

"Kapitan! I hear screws! Bearing 000 degrees!" His voice was laced with panic now, the rising fear impossible to ignore.

"Distance?" Muller demanded, still calm, his eyes not leaving the periscope.

"Estimated range... about 1000 meters! They're closing in fast!"

The room went still, the words hanging like lead in the air. A thousand meters. That wasn't far. Not far enough. 

Muller's heart raced as he spun the periscope again, faster this time. And then he saw it. His breath caught in his throat. There, cutting through the water like a shark, was the unmistakable silhouette of a British destroyer, charging straight for them. The white foam parted at its bow, surging toward them with terrifying speed. It was close. Too close.

For a moment, Muller's hand froze on the periscope handles, his brain trying to comprehend the sight. The destroyer was almost upon them. The sharp, sleek outline of the hull loomed larger with every second, its propellers churning the water to a violent froth.

"Scheisse!" Muller swore under his breath, pulling back from the periscope, his mind racing. The depth meter was too shallow for collision. They had no time left.

The crew could hear the tension in their captain's breathing, and it infected them like a virus. Fear rippled through the control room. 

"Kapitan! Orders!" Wilhelm shouted, eyes wide with urgency.

"Prepare for emergency dive!" Muller's voice thundered across the room.

The crew sprang into action. Levers were pulled, valves adjusted, the groaning of the U-boat echoing as it tilted downward into the depths. Every man held his breath as the submarine began its steep descent, the weight of the water pressing down harder with every meter.

And as U-534 plunged into the abyss, Muller could only hope that they would make it deep enough, fast enough, before the beast above dropped its deadly depth charges into their watery grave.