"You must succeed and you will succeed," Captain Cacqueray said
simply.
Some few minutes later the two trawlers were out in the Adriatic,
headed for San Giovanni. Here we must quote Ensign Auge's words. He
commanded the _Marie-Rose_, and we must be satisfied with citing from
the eloquent brevity of the ship's log:
From the peaceful docks of Brindisi, we passed through the
winding channel of the outer port and then out of the
harbor, gliding between the buoys. Then the mine fields were
to be traversed, although the night was black and foggy. As
we approached the Albanian coast the wind freshened, and in
a veritable tempest, with hail and icy rain we entered the
Gulf of Drin, whose water is very turbid. More watchful than
ever, since submarines had been sighted in the neighborhood,
we finally arrived at Medua. Almost blocked off by the sand
bars, the little harbor was further encumbered by a dozen
wrecks, boats which the Austrians had sunk. The question was
where to pass through this mess, on the top of the water,
with masts and spars pointing every way. After having
rounded the line of mines and the _Brindisi_, an Italian
vessel that had struck a mine some days before, we made the
port.
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