A volley of shots from the German bank rakes the deck and the officer gets an extra nostril in his forehead. Mr Maxim replies and harvests the interest.Dead ahead (no seriously) a Dhow off the port bow. The enemy has put into the river to make lousy poetry or to stop the relief force mid stream.
While the officer, with the last of his strength, points to where he would like to be buried (O.C's being able to issue orders without brains) the i/c gun shouts "with a belt of fifty rounds, at the target in front, in your own time, carry on!"
Dhow crew hurls insults, being sans rifles, during its 3 knot assault.
Back at the mission the brouhaha intensifies. Soon ammunition will be a problem.