You wake up at a dawn in the mist and the cold. For some of you, this is the coldest you have ever experienced, and it makes you wonder just how arduous it would be to journey south from here, to the frozen continent. Luckily, once you are done with this annoying mission, you'll be on your way back home. Sergeant Dowson-Frost welcomes you at the camp mess, offering you coffee and something to eat. After checking the equipment one last time, you embark on the HMS Spearhead and begin your journey southeast.
If you had though the airplane was cramped, you have to reconsider when faced with the reality of life on a submarine. Apart from having to move along corridors barely large enough for two people to squeeze one past the other, and having to sleep on tiny, uncomfortable bunks, it's the air that really gets to you. The stale air, the humidity, and the smell of sweat and humanity. Plus, it's cold inside, and you cuddle up close to one another, wearing the warmest clothes you have brought with you, shivering and grumbling. This time, the journey lasts "only" 16 hours, and you feel that's enough underwater action for the rest of your life. You wonder just how the crew manages to survive for months in this steel coffin, but soon your brain is taken by the mission you're facing, and pushes away these idle thoughts.
You emerge from the submarine when it's dark outside. The LCRS is inflated and lowered on the ocean's surface, and you quickly follow. Once you're all on board, Sergeant Dowson-Frost quickly takes position near the engine and gets it going, steering the small boat towards your destination - the island of Saxemberg.
daytime as you approach. It's almost midnight.
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