Off the coast of Karolingia
Captain Erhardt Armbruster couldn’t believe his mind. It had been ten minutes since the radar on the KKS Konstantin Böhm had detected the submarine. They’d tried contacting it with radio, and informed the vessel that it was in Karolingian waters, and would be fired upon if it did not leave, but got to response.
Five minutes after that, the vessel had been spotted above the water, flying the flag of the Arkian Empire no less! Erhardt ordered his men to ready the guns, but hold their fire. He sent the same message over the radio once more, and again, nothing happened.
He was about to order his men to fire a warning shot from the light cannon on the small frigate, when suddenly one of the sailors started screaming, and within seconds people were running around on decks.
“Captain!” One of the new recruits shouted, as he raced up the stairs to the upper deck. “Sir! Torpedoes!”
For just a split second, everything was silent, but the resounding crash of the first torpedo hitting it’s target ended that swiftly. Erhardt was thrown down the stairs, while a long fragment of the metal railing hit the sailor in the side of the head, knocking him unconscious.
The second torpedo struck the bow of the ship a few moment later, and the second devastating blast did even more damage than the first. Within minutes, the ship was sinking, and casualties were mounting, with the submarine nowhere to be seen.
As the water slowly claimed his ship, Erhardt was dragged back onto the deck, half of which was now burning. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was the face of the bosun, helping him to one of the lifeboats.