H.M.S. Ulysses

By: Alistair MacLean

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Synopsis: The order flashed from the command ships SCATTER AND PROCEED INDEPENDENTLY Ahead of the convoy, lying in wait in the Arctic storm, was a German cruiser and battle squadron. The Allied ships wheeled and zig-zagged away from each other. All except the H.M.S. Ulysses. She did not change course. She was sheeted in ice and her bow leaped clear of the water as her great engines thrust her forward. The upper decks were a twisted, unbelievable shambles of broken steel. A Stuka had crashed into the fo'c'sle. Smoke plumed from great holes near the water line. Aft, a flag twenty feet in length streamed below the yardarm. It was red and blue and whiter than the Arctic snow. Streaming straight for the enemy, the H.M.S. Ulysses had broken out her battle ensign.