Aug 20, 1500 hours
. SMS Nürnberg, Ucluelet Harbour.
On Von Schönberg’s orders, the
Nürnberg sounded her siren in a series of short greeting whoops. A great hurrah rose up from the German sailors on
Nürnberg’s fleet and ashore, and an answering cheer was heard faintly across the water from
Leipzig. The newly arrived cruiser turned and entered the harbour at dead slow. Following close behind
Leipzig, Von Schönberg was astonished to see an ocean liner of no less than 10,000 tons. The liner did not even consider entering the small outer basin anchorage, and slowly drew past the harbour mouth up the channel outside. Clearly, there were stories to be told, and plans to be made.
Nürnberg had been coaling for hours and was essentially topped up, so she cast off to make space for
Leipzig. After rafting beside
Bengrove, and commencing to top up his own bunkers, Friggattenkapitan Haun took a boat over to
Nürnberg, to meet with his superior officer.
Nürnberg anchored at the very mouth of Ucluelet harbour, concealed from seaward except for her smoke, but ready to dash out to sea on very short notice.
Galiano passed her by and headed out to resume her role as patrol ship.
“Well, well!” said Von Schönberg, as Captain Haun climbed
Nürnberg’s ladder. “I see someone has been busy.” The men shook hands, having last met off the coast of Mexico well over a month ago, before there was even a hint of a war.
“I could say the same of you,” responded Haun jovially. “Not enough to just find a secluded inlet, eh? You have to invade Canada, again.”
“Yes, well, I was bought here by the same orders you were,” said Von Schönberg, “to meet with this trade commissioner, and I have some good news about that. But once we came here, we simply had to take measures to prevent our presence from being reported, for now.” He gave Haun a quick briefing on their situation. Then he fed Haun the opening for what he was obviously dying to talk about. “So what is it with that great big liner? I’m surprised such a prize is available for the catching these days.”
“Yes, she is fine, isn’t she,” answered Haun, beaming. “
RMS Niagara, from the Union Line of New Zealand. Apparently they consider their commerce to be so important that they continue, despite the shipping stop. Which is fortunate for us. We ran into her out of the blue this morning, well off shore, but in the shipping lane to Vancouver. She had the nerve to try an outrun us! If you can imagine. And it took us a while to chase her down. She got up to faster than seventeen knots. Over 13,000 GRT. We have been completely dry for our whole time here, not a prize to be had on the entire coast of America. They we bag 13,000 tons in one go!”
Von Schönberg had been nodding along with Haun’s story. “She would make an excellent armed cruiser,” he remarked.
“Yes, and the Brits won’t be able to use her for that now, or as a troopship. She is taking up 70 of my men, as the barest skeleton crew and gaurds. Unfortunately,” said Haun sadly, “she is oil fired, so we can only do so much with her.”
“As things turn out,” Von Schönberg interjected, smiling, “We picked up a full oil tanker in Prince Rupert harbour. We have four thousand tons of fuel oil on tap.”
“You seem to have had some success in these waters,” offered Haun appreciatively.
“That we have.” Von Schönberg replied, with false modesty. “Thirty three vessels, thirty five now if you count those whalers,” he said, gesturing at the tilting masts sticking out of the north end of the harbour. “A total of 85,000 tons sunk or captured. As well as destroying a copper smelter, two wood pulp mills, a 20,000 ton floating dry dock, a key railroad bridge, and capturing and interning a company of infantry.”
Haun raised his eyebrows and whistled. “Yes, I read about that last one in the San Francisco Chronicle. Did you know I was interviewed in the San Francisco Chronicle?”
“How about that?” said Von Schönberg. “Performing your role as a cultural ambassador in neutral America, no doubt.” He chuckled, then said with mock exaggerated enthusiasm, “And I, in turn, was interviewed in the Anyox and Alice Arm Herald.”
The two captains’ conversation was interrupted by a great laughter close at hand. Lieutenant Radl had been approaching the officers, and caught the last half of the conversation. “Oh my lord!” he exclaimed. “If that is the kind of pissing contest you two are going to get into I am terrified of our next adventure.”
“Captain Haun,” said Von Schönberg, “let me introduce Lieutenant Radl.”
Screw Steamer NIAGARA built by John Brown & Co Ltd. in 1913 for Union Steamship Co. of New Zealand Ltd., London, Passenger / Cargo 19/06/1940 ran on to a mine in 35.53S - 174.54E laid by the German auxiliary cruiser ORION off Bream Head, Whangarei on passage Auckland for Vancouver.
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