The Long Wait

The Long Delay On glittering morning sea I saw a u-boat surface covered in barnacles and seaweed. On its bridge the captain looking onto shore with his binocular, scanning the land for enemy activity. He saw me and I waved, this he took as sign to attack and fired off a torpedo. On aqua marine a white stripe, and the torpedo ploughed into a sandbank but didn´t explode. The captain shrugged climbed down into his boat closed the hatch and gave order to dive. The skipper and his crew, had waited sixty years for a vital radio signal: Go back to base.