Late at night on September 8, at Liverpool, an important city in Western Britain. At a sealed-off military dock, a destroyer was moored there.
By the dock lights, soldiers were carrying crate after heavy crate aboard the destroyer. A middle-aged man in a suit was speaking with a Captain.
"Captain John, you must deliver this batch of goods safely to Canada. It concerns the future of the British Empire!" The middle-aged man wore a grave expression.
"Yes, sir. I will do everything in my power." Captain John nodded. He was the captain of the destroyer Lancaster. Among the British Royal Navy's many destroyers, this vessel was considered quite capable. Her displacement exceeded a thousand tons, and her top speed reached thirty-five knots.
"We have prepared supplies for you in Iceland. Once the warship arrives there, you can replenish fuel and fresh water, then sail straight to Canada without stopping. Reaching Canada safely will be the greatest victory. God will bless you!" the middle-aged man said.
"Sir, I've always had good luck. This time, I believe I'll reach Canada safely as well," Captain John said with a smile.
Before long, all the cargo had been loaded aboard the warship.
"Sir, it's about time. I have to leave," Captain John said.
The middle-aged man nodded.
Only then did Captain John head for the warship.
The destroyer Lancaster started up. The warship slowly backed out of the dock, turned around, and entered the Irish Sea. They needed to reach the Atlantic Ocean before dawn, then sail west at high speed all the way to Canada.
Of course, if they encountered German warships along the way, they would have to detour and flee. Though the destroyer Lancaster had decent performance, she was only a destroyer. Her 114-millimeter Naval Guns clearly could not contend with