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Fog bound Encounter2


By Katzmarek





Author's note:



Although the L 68 existed, everything else is my imagination.
Although implausible as the incident might seem, stranger things
have happened and I have tried to make it as real as possible.
This story of course is mine alone and may not be re-posted for
profit with out my express permission.






Kimi loved the old oak tree. It was a warm day in the little Kent
village where he lived with his mum and dad and he loved playing
in the old tree.


He liked to gather the acorns and target the cows in the paddock
over the hedgerow. He'd hide among the branches with his homemade
slingshot until they ventured within range.


He looked across at the stone cottage, where he lived, this fine
summer evening because he thought he could hear his mother
calling.
"Kimi, come down, now," his mother called.


Little Kimi hid in the tree. He liked to play games with his
mother and watch from his hiding place as she scoured the
backyard for him.
"Kimi, it's late. Come down."
'She can't find me,' he told himself.


His mother's voice was getting urgent. Kimi hugged the tree
harder. Then he heard his father's voice too, they were both
searching for him. Kimi liked the game.
"Kimi, you've been up there long enough, come down."
'Oh no,' he thought, 'she's found me.'
"Kasemann!" said his father.


They were talking to each other below his perch, now.
"He can't hear us," his father said.
"You've got to get him, someone will have to go up," said his
mother.
"No, it is too dangerous," his father replied.
'Dangerous1' Kimi thought, 'it's not dangerous up here. He'd
never fallen.'


Kimi felt a sudden chill.
' It's getting cold all of a sudden. It must be time for dinner,'
he decided.
"Get him down, he's blacked out!" said his dad.
"Kimi! Kimi!" his mother's voice was panicky.


Someone was grabbing him by the feet, pulling him down. 
'Careful, I'm going to fall,' he thought, ' don't touch me.'
He tried to kick with his feet but nothing happened, his legs
didn't work.
Someone was holding him now, putting something around hiswaist.
They were talking to him but he didn't understand the
words.




The pain in his hands and feet woke him. The first thing he saw
was the light, swinging from the ceiling above his head. He was
swathed in blankets, they covered half his face, and he was
sweating from the heat.


There was an arm around him, whose? It was across his chest, and
someone's warm breath fanned his cheek. He tried to speak but the
blanket muffled his words.
"Kimi?" his mother said, "you're awake?"
"Mutti?"
Not his mother, another voice, higher pitched.
"What?" the voice said.


His brain was beginning to work now. It took in the view above
him, resolving the information.
"Where?" he croaked in a voice which didn't sound like his own.
"Kimi? Mr. Kasemann, are you awake? How do you feel?" the voice
said.
"Where am I?" he managed to say.
"In my cabin," the voice said, "I'm so glad you're awake."
Realisation began to dawn on him.
"Eliza!" he said, "what happened?"




Swinging above them, another little drama was taking place. On
the Kaiser's 'Luftschiffe' L68 Chief Radioman Schultz was
listening intently to his headphones.
"Leutnant?" he called, "I think we have a problem."


As Radiomen, Schultz and his deputy Forster held a privileged
position on the airship. Regarded as something of a dark art by
the regular Naval Officers, the infant technology of radio
communications was either regarded in awe or with suspicion,
depending on the mindset. Schultz as the most experienced man at
the craft was generally regarded as something of a wizard.


"What is it Chief," the duty watch officer replied.
"I think we have a vessel heading this way, a naval vessel and a
big one."
"Shit! I'll call the Captain," the Officer said.




Von Leichtenfels looked haggard as he descended the ladder into
the control car. His once immaculate uniform was now open at the
collar and was crumpling about him.
"What have you got Chief?" he asked.
"A Naval vessel sir, trying to talk to the Stavanger."
"How do you know it's the Navy?"
"Well sir... I know his hand... I recognise the operator, sir"



"Do you know if Kasemann has disabled their transmitter," the
Captain asked the Watch Officer.
"Yes sir, he has the transmitting valve."
"Good, we must speed up the work. Have you got hold of him yet?"

"No sir, The Stavanger's skipper said he was sick." The Officer
told him.
"Wake him up. It's an hour before daybreak. In two hours we are
going to lift off, no matter what."
"Sir."




Kimi tried to take his first steps. His legs throbbed with pain
as he tried to restore command to them. Eliza held him tight
around the waist, he leant against the slight woman forsupport.
"Take it easy," she told him, " it is too soon."
"I must get on my feet," he replied.


As they reached the door, they looked up to find it blocked by
the Stavanger's skipper.
"So, you're up finally," he said.
"Yes," said Eliza, "he's much better now, see?"
"Stop mothering him, Eliza. Listen! I suppose you think you're a
hero?"
"Um."
"Well let me tell you," the Skipper continued, " I have commanded
vessels for 20 years and I have never lost a crewman. You would
be a lump of ice on that mast, Kasemann, if it hadn't been for my
crew. They put themselves in danger to get you down. I told them
to stay on the deck, but no, they wouldn't leave you up there.
When I order you down to the deck, YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD ON
MY SHIP. YOU HEAR ME.
"Sir," Kimi replied stiffly.


After he'd gone, Kimi asked Eliza,
"What was all that about?"
"Don't you remember?" she replied, "you took your turn, cutting,
up the mainmast. You were up there too long. It was so cold,
there was ice on the deck and the mast. The airship kept shifting
slightly and the saw blade was jamming. You were trying to free
it and Mr. Sondquist told you to come down but you said you'd
free the saw first."
"Oh."
"He was yelling for you to come down but you ignored him. Then
you must have passed out from the cold. Lars Hedwigsdotter and
Erik Anders volunteered to climb up to get you. Mr. Sondquist
told them to stay on deck but they told him to jump overboard,
they weren't going to leave you up there. Mr. Sondquist was very
cross."
"I bet." Kimi replied.


"So?" he asked Eliza, " you shared your bunk... with me... all
night?"
Eliza blushed furiously,
"It wasn't like... I mean, you were suffering from hypothermia...
you had to have my... body heat... I'm sorry... you may have
died... Everyone had jobs to do... um."
 Eliza thought for a moment,
"Would you have preferred Lars?" 
Remembering the big bearded Norwegian crewman Kimi hastily
answered,
"No, no... you were just fine."
Eliza blushed furiously again.




"Kasemann, get up here!" Stavanger's skipper hollered, " your
ship is calling you." Kimi struggled up the companionway to be
handed the telephone.
"There's a panic on," the skipper said.
"Kasemann, where the hell have you been?" Unteroffizier Lehman
said on the 'phone.
"Sick, hypothermia, sir."
"The English are on us. How are you going with the mast."
"Not sure sir, I'll check."
"Don't worry about it. We are going to lift off in 45 minutes. We
are going to wrench it free by letting go our forward ballast.
The mast is mostly sawn through up here so it should snap free.
Tell those Norwegians and get back up here. We will send the car
down for you."
"Yes sir."


Kimi relayed the information to the Stavanger and asked if he
could borrow the dinghy. It was then he realised that it was
dawning fine and clear and the fog had disappeared. As he was
preparing the dinghy there came shouting from the control car,
above him,
"Kasemann, forget it... too late... smoke on the horizon... we're
going now... no time... throw the telephone over the side... good
luck."
"Hey!" Kimi yelled back, "wait for me."
"No time... sorry," came the reply.


Just then a cascade of water descended from the airship,
drenching everyone on the schooner. There were cries of,
"Fuck, what are they doing," and, "bloody Huns are trying to
drown us."


Straight away there came a loud groaning of straining metal. One
of the forward motors, 'Abel' banged and a large cloud of smoke
enveloped it. Kimi saw the props on all six motors were beginning
to rotate as the motormen cranked them over.


The crew on the schooner rushed for cover with cries of, 
"Lookout! The mast will come down. Watch those cables... the
spreader's falling... watch out!"


More motors were beginning to fire up and clouds of smoke drifted
along the underside of the Zeppelin. With a loud CRACK the mast
snapped just above the spreader and the schooner lurched in
response. The remaining mainmast wobbled crazily, threatening to
collapse.


Kimi watched the telephone cable fall from the control car, his
last link with his ship was gone. As he heaved the telephone over
the side he noticed his ship was already 1000 metres up and
climbing rapidly. The motors were winding up to a rhythmic
droning sound. As the airship moved away from the schooner and
began to turn to the south, Kimi sat down on the soaking deck and
put his head in his hands. His friends were gone.




"Your friends... gone," Kimi heard the big Norwegian crewman's
broken English.
"Lars," he replied, "thank you for pulling me down... from the
mast."
"You... block of ice!" he said grinning, "sorry... you lost...
ship... gone away... fly! You come with us... I fix it."
"Thanks Lars," Kimi told the big man.
"Ah... here come... wife," he said bellowing with laughter.


"Mr. Kasemann," Eliza called, "they left you behind?"
"Yes. They had to leave in a hurry. There is an English warship
approaching."
"That's not fair," she said, crouching next to him, " they could
have waited long enough to pick you up."
"They can't risk the ship for one man. I understand."
"What will you do?
"I don't know, Lars said they'd look after me. He said he'd talk
to the skipper."
"Yes, I'm sure Mr. Sondquist will look after you."




"No, Eliza," Mr. Sondquist told her, "he will have to be turned
over to the Royal Navy. That is the law."
"But you are a neutral vessel."
"And we can't harbour fugitives, Eliza. Besides, you are English,
Germany is at war with your country and you cannot hide him. That
would be treason."
"I know... but."
"But he is a charming boy and you like him," the skipper
interrupted, shaking his head.




The Stavanger's crew and passengers watched the boat pull out
from the British ship. Kimi stood beside Eliza dressed in his new
oilskin coat. On his feet he'd exchanged his felt airship shoes
for a pair of shiny boots, one size too large.
"Don't stand so straight," Eliza whispered to him, "you look like
you're on the parade ground."
"We don't have to whisper, they can't hear us."


Kimi idly recalled the watchman's course he'd done at the Naval
School at Friedrichshafen. He ran the recognition charts through
his head and decided the ship was HMS Sussex, a four-stack County
class cruiser. It stood broadside to them on the glass-like
ocean, dirty black smoke drifting lazily in the still air.


The boat bumped up against the fenders, put out by the
Stavanger's crew and a British Officer skillfully leapt aboard,
followed by two seamen. Mr. Sondquist stepped forward, and spoke
something in Norwegian.
"Lieutenant Warburton, sir. Er have you anyone who speaks
English?"
The crew gave a collective sigh of relief.


Kimi stepped forward alongside the Skipper,
"James Cheeseman sir. We've glad you've come," Kimi announced,
giving the English form of his name.


"Say, Cheeseman, a Hun Zeppelin bumped you eh? What a mess! You
won't be hoisting a mainsail for a while, eh?"
"No sir, we have lost the topmast, and the gaffe has gone. The
Hun made off with it."
Eliza put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.
"The beggar!" Warburton continued, "did you see any markings on
it?"
"No sir, sorry."
"Blast! It was a big blighter alright, one of their latest I'll
bet."


The Stavanger's Skipper looked to each of the speakers with a
convincing puzzled expression.
"Say! Can we offer you a tow? We'll take you to Aberdeen if you
like," the Lieutenant enquired.
Kimi looked at the skipper who gave a slight nod.
"Yes sir, we would be most grateful," Kimi told the Officer.
"Good then, we'll organise it shall we," he said climbing back
into the boat. "I'll leave Seamans Blake and Johns with you, they
will help you get ready, good day."




Later, Eliza and the Skipper were standing in the wheelhouse of
the Stavanger watching the foaming stern of the British Cruiser.
The rope connected them was snapping and stretching with the
movement of the ships.
"What did you say to the Officer?" asked Eliza, "I've heard you
greet people in Norwegian lots of times and..."
"I told him we have a German airshipman on board posing as a
member of the crew. I must do my duty, Eliza," said Mr.
Sondquist. Eliza chuckled. 
"Is it my fault he couldn't understand Norwegian?"




HMS Sussex dropped the tow at the mouth of the Dee River. Waiting
for them was a small tug that puffed alongside. A uniformed
officer jumped aboard.
'Smith, sir. Port of Aberdeen Authority," he introduced himself
to the Skipper. "We'll tow you in but I'm afraid we'll have to
leave you in the channel for the night. The port's very busy and
you'll have to wait for berthage. I presume, sir, you have an
agent?"
"In London," replied the Skipper, suddenly finding his English.
"Good sir. Well I'll leave it to you to find a slip and shipyard
that will repair your mast. You can make a claim under the War
Damage Compensation Scheme, you know. Even as a neutral. Just
state you were carrying British citizens."
"Thank you, sir."
"We'll get underway then, shall we? Tugmaster!" he called, "hook
them up." There was an answering shout from the tug.




Kimi sat in the bow of the little dinghy, watching the straining
back of big Lars as he steadily rowed against the river current.
The night was cold and he pulled his oilskin tight about him.
Between his legs was a seaman's duffel bag containing a change of
clothes and a few gifted belongings. At the bottom of the bag his
Luger 08 pistol lay, wrapped up in oilcloth.


"There's a small jetty over there, see!" Eliza said from the
stern. "I see some other boats tied up."
"Ok," Kimi said, " you drop me there and go back with Lars,
alright?"
"No!" Eliza replied indignantly, "I'll take you down to London
and..."
"No!" Kimi said, "It's too dangerous for you. You cannot be seen
to be assisting an enemy. They would put you in prison."
"But where will you go?"
"I have relatives, in Kent. Perhaps I can get passage to Holland
and back home."


The boat bumped alongside the little jetty. Eliza helped Kimi up
with his kit. They stood for a few minutes while Lars waited
anxiously below.
"Are you sure I can't...
"No Eliza," Kimi interrupted.
"What's 'Kimi' short for?" she asked.
"Joachim," he replied, " it was my father's name."
"Where is your father now?"
"Dead, and my mother. Papa was Chief Engineer on the 'Wiesbaden'.
He went down in the battle of Jutland, lost with all hands. Mama
died before the war of TB."
"You're all alone?"
"I have relatives, Omi, my Grandmother... she lives in Danzig, on
the Baltic."
"Will I...see you again... I mean... the war can't last
forever... I'll give you my address in London."
"No Eliza... if I'm picked up... they might find it and it'll get
you into trouble."
"Well, how will I find you?" Eliza asked, holding back tears.


Kimi took out a slip of paper and hastily wrote down an address.
Handing it to Eliza he said,
"My mother's sister lives in Kent... here. I will write to her
from Holland... Give her your address in London... You must go
now before Sondquist discovers you've gone... quick."
Eliza threw her arms around Kimi's neck and buried her face in
his shoulder. She lifted her face and kissed him on the mouth.
Kimi held her in an embrace, fiercely kissing her back, leaving
her light headed and unsteady on her feet.
"Hey!" Lars interrupted, "we go now... big trouble."
Kimi pushed her towards the boat,
"Go!"
"I love you," Eliza said, choking back tears.
"Love you too. I'll be back."
Then he sprinted off into the night.

More to come.

























 





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