The whole ship seems to rise under the explosions. Our warplane jumps several times under the air pressure. The crew deserts the ship as fast as it can. The crew is in good humor. An icy wind blows outside.
Searchlights illuminate the English coast once again.
Their deadly fingers reach into the heavens, searching with wide and narrow beams. Underneath our the mine fields, the English ones to the left, the Dutch to the right. Lights shine from Holland. The canal is behind us. Not a Tommy in sight, no fighters or intruders are in the vicinity, Down below, however, a British destroyer is seeking to escape.