by the U-33 but had been unable to locate their direction and so

had assumed that they had come from the guns of the Toreador.

It was a happy party that sailed north toward sunny, southern

California, the old U-33 trailing in the wake of the Toreador

and flying with the latter the glorious Stars and Stripes

beneath which she had been born in the shipyard at Santa Monica.

Three newly married couples, their bonds now duly solemnized by

the master of the ship, joyed in the peace and security of the

untracked waters of the south Pacific and the unique honeymoon

which, had it not been for stern duty ahead, they could have

wished protracted till the end of time.

And so they came one day to dock at the shipyard which Bowen

Tyler now controlled, and here the U-33 still lies while those

who passed so many eventful days within and because of her, have

gone their various ways.

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