He stared at the enemy fleet which was now less than two miles away.

Next morning the wind had turned to the west and now he approached the enemy fleet.

"And an enemy fleet means one hell of a big fight."

That's the enemy fleet, and us all looking the wrong way.

"There's still an enemy fleet out there, and if we stay in this area they'll be sure to find us again."

As bad weather again set in, all contact with the enemy fleet was lost.

Bad weather again set in, and all contact with the enemy fleet was lost.

The enemy fleet was now nearly three hundred in strength.

And that line will always be pointing at the enemy fleet.

But even so, almost half of the enemy fleet was going to escape.