Chapter Fifty-Four
Roger Casement felt sick, but held onto the vegetable soup he had for lunch as he made his way along the rolling hull of the submarine. This was the first thing he’d managed to keep down since climbing onboard the U-19.
The U-boat, large for a submarine, had been tossed around like a cork in the violent, choppy English Channel, and things only got worse when the vessel entered the open Atlantic. Her captain had been successful at sneaking past the swarms of destroyers and corvettes protecting England from such an attack by heading north, and then moving down the western coast of Scotland and on to county Kerry. Once the Irishmen were off the warship, it was then to move on and rendezvous with Spindler’s Aud.
Stepping onto the small rubber dinghy floating alongside the
