The Prince of Wales B turret spoke, a flash and thundering roar followed by a billow of chocolate coloured smoke from both barrels as the most reliable turret on the ship kept engaging their fleeing enemy. The shells landed short, kicking plumes high into the air whilst the Tiger’s guns added their own voice to the battle. Still, despite her damage, her fires and mangled hull and dying crew, the Bismarck was opening the range, the Prince of Wales was slamming into the waves and was having to reduce her speed to 26 knots whilst the Tiger overtook the more modern ship, opening up her arcs to bring her rear turret to bare before a worryingly close straddle forced her to change course again to throw off the German gunners.
Norfolk and Suffolk were now finally arriving on the scene of the battle but Rear Admiral Wake-walker didn’t want to risk his ships, the German giant was damaged but she still had teeth and his thinly protected heavy cruisers would be vulnerable to the monster’s guns.
Still the two cruisers barked away with their guns, pelting the German with 8-inch rounds before the 15-inch guns of the Bismarck spoke, one shell landing so close to the Suffolk that it buckled the hull plates and started a leak and the Cruisers immediately sheered off, opening the range, throwing the helm around to throw off the Germans gunners. Still the eight hits they had scored between them had added to the Bismarcks wounds but they did not slow her, and her active guns meant that to get close to successfully torpedo the German ship in such heavy seas would have exposed them to far too much risk.
Miles astern an execution was taking place. The Prinz Eugen gamely returned fire against her larger opponent but with her speed down, two turrets disabled and listing from the Tigers anger the cruiser was doomed, and her resistance was abruptly halted by the impact of three 15-inch shells that smashed through her armoured decks, the metal barely slowing the shells before they detonated deep in the heavy cruisers bowels. The blast smashed boilers and men with equal ease and the Prinz Eugen finally shuddered to a halt, her great turbines asphyxiated, her side torn open, power failing as tons of water thundered into her interior.
There was no order to abandon ship, one wasn’t needed, the crew started pouring up onto the deck through torn and jagged passage ways, some finding their paths blocked by fire and smoke or jammed bulkhead hatches. For those unfortunates there would be no escape and even as the Prinz Eugen started a slow, stately roll her crew spilled over her sides whilst the Hood drew closer, her men already trying to patch up and lower her boats to save who they could.
Nearly 300 men were pulled from the cold waters of the Atlantic, the Prinz Eugen’s Captain was not among those, he chose to stay aboard his ship, his command and home as she capsized.
“Sir! Target is nearly out of range, we’ll get two more shots and then that’s it.”
“Make them count guns.”
The first salvo was close, but only showered the Bismarck with tons of water, the salvo that followed a moment later though scored a single hit. A 13.5 inch round slamming almost bullseye on the Swastika on the stern of the Bismarck the armoured deck held, all be it with one hell of a dent in it, whilst the teak deck was ripped up and blasted into splinters.
Whilst the Norfolk and Suffolk trailed the wounded German titan the Prince of Wales and Tiger slowed down, easing the pressure on their strained engines whilst damage control parties worked on repairing the wounds done to their vessels. The Prince of Wales had suffered an even half dozen hits, four from 8-inch rounds and two from 15-inch. One 5.25 turret was a charnel house, several AA guns were disabled and there was splinter damage across her superstructure. The Tiger had proven quite resistant to 8-inch gunfire but her crew had proven less resilient. Most of the starboard 4-inch mounts were disabled or destroyed and mangled shell, later found to be a 5.9-inch round was also found in the hangar. It had punched through the thin steel, slammed into a Walrus’ engine and then promptly refused to work.
The Hood’s damage was more severe, whilst the flooding was under control her engine damage was quite bad and she had to drop to 15 knots. Several of her 4.5-inch mounts were wrecked and the hangar was a gutted ruin and there was heavy casualties in the aft AA section from the exploding RP launchers.
With the Prinz Eugen gone the Bismarck seemed to live a charmed life as she withdrew, followed every step of the way by the two British cruisers whilst the rest of the Home Fleet moved to engage. Whilst the King George V and Renown were unable to place themselves to block the German’s path the Victorious did launch two airstrikes, but in heavy seas only two torpedo hits were scored, one of which blasted itself into oblivion on the belt, doing nothing but springing a few leaks. The other hit was more serious, a hit forwards that was mostly absorbed by the TDS but still it allowed for the ingress of several hundred tons of water, chopping two knots off the Bismarcks speed and contaminating her forwards fuel tanks with water. A third strike was called off when the British forces were attacked by the Luftwaffe who sheparded the Bismarck into Norwegian waters before the ship staggered into Trondheim, her welcome noted by the RAF who then bombed the ship two days later, scoring a single hit with a 500lb bomb that landed square on the Bismarck’s mast, wrecking her delicate fire control systems in the process.
Once she was home it was found that repairs would take nine months and were interrupted by a stream of British bombing raids that scored no extra damage but did delay things considerably. And it wasn’t until 1943 that the Bismarck joined her sistership in Norway. She was meant to have gone with the Scharnhorst but the battlecruiser was caught by the RAF who attacked her off the Norwegian coast with flights of Beauforts and Beaufighters. Despite fighter cover the RAF crews scored dozens of rocket hits on the Scharnhorst that would have been troubling enough, but they also landed four torpedo hits that left the battlecruiser wallowing without power. Her two surviving escorts managed to take off many of her crew as did ships coming from Norway but the Scharnhorst would not see harbour and sank two hours later.
This left the Allies trying to figure out how to destroy the powerful German naval squadron in Norway, and it would not be the last time the Tiger bared her fangs in a surface battle.
Sorry if the endings a bit of a cop out, but I didn't wanna write a wank. And when I say ending...just this part.