Things have not been going well for Ludwig and U-634. An English depth charge knocked out the water pumps, the radio is on the fritz, pumping out static in strange, rhythmic bursts, and there are strange scratches and taps on the sub the Skipper swears is the hull scraping against ice. Yet the bizarre patterns, almost like arcane writing he finds when they surface for air, hints at something deeper, and those noises only grow more insistent by the hour… -- Deathshead419
[AN: The actual history - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GermansubmarineU-634 ]
Ludwig had to admit - even if it was just to himself - that they might be in deep trouble. Separated from the pack. Depth-charged halfway to oblivion, having undertaken a lot of significant damage... and surrounded by ice. Worrying, too, were the odd scratches on the hull. As if something had been scrawling graffiti there with sharp knives.
They had said it was due to the hull scraping on the ice or on stones underwater. If those scratches were from ice or stones, they wouldn't look so squiggly or deliberately shaped. If it was from scraping along anything, it would look like straight lines. Not like some barbarian script from the impure countries.
Ludwig shivered as he examined it, almost hypnotised by the swirls and curves. Heart pounding at the alien nature of the sigils.
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