Destroyer HMS Keppler fought the water at high speed—struggling up each crest and down each trough to push forward. If by no other means, Robert knew their location by the speed with which the engines propelled them forward through a rough sea—they had entered the Western Approaches. Part sound nautical practice, part superstition, the order was full speed ahead to survive the treacherous west coast of Ireland and any lurking U-boats at the end of a perilous Atlantic crossing.
KepplerSpreading his legs, Robert braced against the violent pitching and rolling. Headset on, head bent, he barely blinked studying the Huff-Duff. English people give everything silly names, like children do.
English people give everything silly names, like children doThe engines slowed then sped again as the ship
