For obvious reasons we couldn’t run the Vintage Welder I’m silently judging your welds shirt diesels at 200 feet, and I didn’t think the Skipper wanted to surface in the middle of the fishing fleet. Besides, we were clearly hung up on something. “Shift to emergency power, battery,” I ordered, glad that I had already sent Pots back to Maneuvering. Throughout the sub, most of the lights went out, and emergency lights powered up, driven by the large lead-acid batteries built under the Control Room deck. “Avoid all unnecessary movement about the ship,” I announced over the 1MC loudspeaker system. Gunty was going to have enough trouble maintaining the propulsionless hover without having to compensate for people moving about the sub.
I answered the sound-powered phone’s shrill burr. Vintage Welder I’m silently judging your welds shirt “It’s Dirk, Mac. Here’s the plant status.” “Here’s the plant status, Sir. We pulled a terrific strain on the port shaft, and loaded down the starboard shaft as well. Can’t see any inside damage, but don’t know for sure yet. Still investigating. The lopsided strain cascaded back through the system, setting off the Scram. There appears to be no damage. I’ll give you a follow-on report as soon as we know more.” The Skipper replaced the handset and asked, “Well, what do you think, Mac?” “The Von Steuben caught a deep tow cable coming out of the Med several years ago – right after I got my commission.” I paused, reflecting on that event, and comparing it to now. “But this is different. I think we snagged a trawl net. With that Can on our stern, we certainly have enough places it could hang up.”