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D 466 Portzmoguer, Gallic Navy, Shimmering Sea

Mortain looked embarrassed. "Mon capitaine, I am sorry, but I can't be more exact than to say that the dive planes are probably both big and fairly thick in cross section. At least, without my books I can't be more exact than that. We might pick them up on active pinging, depending on how they're oriented when we ping. Or . . . well . . . we might not."

"We have no "mon capitaine" in the Gallic Navy," Casabianca corrected. "We have 'my ass' and 'my God,' but no 'my captain.' "

Mortain looked sheepish. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

The captain rubbed a sweating forehead for a moment, then said, "Get me the admiral and the other frigate captains on the horn." Turning to Mortain, he pointed a finger and added, "And you go figure a pattern for four frigates to best blanket an area with active sonar, knowing what we know about the enemy."