Through the dark Arctic night slipped a sleek, grey sea wolf, searching for the sheep of the sea. It was the 26,000-ton German battleship Scharnhorst, sniffing delicately with her intricate detector apparatus, pricking up her mechanical ears, hunting hungrily for a fat Allied convoy on the long haul to Murmansk with materiel for the Red Army.
Next morning the huntress was near her best stalking ground. That afternoon she made her strike and closed, somewhere above the Nordkapp (North Cape), on the uppermost tip of Norway. But she found a battle, not a...
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