In the glittering morning sea, I saw a u-boat surface
covered in barnacles and seaweed.
On its bridge, the captain looking onto the shore with
his binoculars, scanning the land for enemy activity.
He saw me and I waved, this he took as a sign to
attack and fired off a torpedo.
On aqua marine, a white stripe, and the torpedo
ploughed into a sandbank but didn´t explode.
The captain shrugged, climbed down into his boat
closed the hatch and gave the order to dive.
The skipper and his crew had waited sixty years
for a vital radio signal: Go back to Base.