"Captain, what should we do? The Germans' warship is here."
The moment the German Navy destroyer appeared, the sailors aboard the Statue of Liberty oil tanker were thrown into a panic.
Although the tanker was enormous, the destroyer was practically a tiny speck beside it. But when it came to combat power, the comparison had to be turned upside down. The tanker was big, but slow, poorly defended, and had virtually no offensive capability. The destroyer was small, but whether with Naval Guns or Torpedoes, it could easily tear the tanker to pieces. And before the destroyer's speed of over thirty knots, even if the tanker wanted to flee, it would have no chance.
"Captain, the Germans have radioed us, ordering us to stop immediately for inspection!" a sailor said.
"Bastards! Those damned Germans! This is the high seas, not their territorial waters, and we're an American tanker. Since when was it their turn to inspect us?" the captain roared.
"Captain, are we going to resist? What if the Germans use force? What will we do then?" a timid sailor asked.
The captain hesitated for a moment. "I never expected the Germans to have warships stationed here. It seems Britain is out of the question. Send the Germans a Telegram—tell them we took the wrong route and will turn back at once!"
"Yes, Captain." The sailor immediately went to send the Telegram. However, the reply from the German warship came swiftly, and its attitude remained exceedingly hard-line, demanding that the Statue of Liberty oil tanker stop at once for inspection.
"What do we do, Captain? The Germans are demanding that we stop immediately, or they'll open fire."
"Ignore them. We're turning back right away. They're just trying to scare us; they may not really dare to fire. After all, we're