The Germans did not do us any harm; the only vexatious thing was that we had to give them a part of our fish for what they wished to give us.

Then they ordered me to come aboard the deck of a submarine in order to meet the commander.

He was a young fellow who could talk Castilian as I have heard it spoken over there in the Americas when I was a youngster sailing on a brigantine." The man stopped, rather reserved, as though doubtful whether to continue his story.
"And what did the German say ?" asked Ferragut, in order to encourage him to continue.
"Upon learning that I was a Valencian, he asked me if I was acquainted with you.

He asked me about your steamer, wanting to know if it generally sailed along the Spanish coast.

I replied that I knew you by name, no more, and then he ..." The captain encouraged him with a smile on seeing that he was beginning to hesitate again.
"He spoke badly about me.