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HMS Audacious crew take to lifeboats to be taken aboard RMS Olympic

By George P. Clark

The sinking of HMS Audacious has been described as the
greatest secret of the war. Manned by 1,000 picked officers and men, she was
Great Britain’s crack battleship and the pride of the British Navy. At
exercises and gunnery, and for smartness and cleanliness, she could not be
beaten, and for a ship to attain such a status as this in pre-war days was,
indeed, a tremendous achievement, for competition in the Fleet was keen, and
enthusiasm ran very high. It is, therefore, no wonder that when disaster befell
this great ship and brought about her total loss, the Admiralty took most
extraordinary precautions to keep the news from the Germans.

We, the officers and crew, were all sworn to silence, and
the British Press, by reason of an appeal from the Board of Admiralty to
suppress the news, had no alternative but to remain silent. But rumour soon
spread round the country until the story that ‘a whole battle squadron had been
sunk’ was being freely circulated. The true story did eventually reach Germany
through the medium of American newspapers, for during part of the time the ship
was struggling for her life, she was photographed by American passengers on
board the White Star liner Olympic, that was standing by.

We belonged to the 4th Battle Squadron comprising the
battleships King George V, Ajax, Centurion and Audacious, and which was under
the command of Admiral Warrender, whose flag, at the time of the disaster, was
flying in the Centurion. We had shared those cold, misty mornings in the autumn
of 1914 with the remainder of the Grand Fleet, steaming up and down the North
Sea waiting and watching for the German High Sea Fleet. But when the big action
was eventually fought between the two great fleets the Audacious was not there.
She, or her shattered hull, was safe in that part of the graveyard of Mr Davy
Jones which lies about 19 miles N ¼° E of Tory Island, off the north coast of

A short time before this disaster happened, the German High
Command had decided to mine the entrance to the mouth of the Clyde in order to
intercept, and, possible sink, a convoy of thirty-three troopships with
Canadian troops on board which was expected about that time. The German armed liner
Berlin, with Captain Pfundheller in command, was selected for this dangerous
and deadly work. The Berlin was, accordingly, loaded up with mines, and Captain
Pfundheller’s instructions were to lay them athwart the Glasgow approach
between Garroch Head and Fairland Head; or, in the event of this being
impossible, the principal change on, or south of, the line Garroch Head-Cumbrae

As early morning fogs are frequent on this part of the
Scottish coast in the autumn, the German captain was advised to arrive at his
destination at about 7.00am under the cover of such fog or mist as might be
present. And so, under conditions of the greatest secrecy, the Berlin sailed
from the Weser on 21 September 1914, with her cargo of death and
destruction-dealing mines. On his arrival at night in the vicinity of the Firth
of Clyde, after having been six days at sea, Captain Pfundheller, his ship
cleared for immediate action, was quite unable to fix his exact position by
cross-bearings as, of course, the flashing lights which help navigators in this
difficult part of the British Isles were not working. In these adverse
circumstances he found himself compelled to abandon his original intention and
decided instead to drop his mines in a position 19 miles N ¼° E. of Tory
Island. It was one of these mines which sank the Audacious.

It is interesting to note at this point that had the mines
been laid in the position originally intended they could not have damaged the
large convoy of Canadian troops as all these ships were, fortunately, diverted
to Plymouth where they arrived safely!

The 4th Battle Squadron put to sea in the morning watch of
27 October 1914, and, at about 8.45am, the Admiral made a signal ordering the
Squadron to alter course 4 points to starboard. We, the Audacious, were the
third ship in the line and were, I believe, a little out of station when we
came up to the actual turning point. We did not answer our helm as quickly as
might have been expected, and as we were swinging round to the new course in
the wake of the two ships ahead of us, there was a sudden dull explosion on the
port side aft, and obviously considerably below the waterline. The ship
immediately heeled over to port and the engine-room quickly flooded. Clouds of
steam and smoke burst from the after funnel and up the main hatches, and it was
feared that the men in the stokeholds and engineroom had suffered bad
casualties. They were, however, unharmed and, despite the inrush of water,
stuck to it until ordered to go on deck.

In spite of having been badly holed by a very effective
German mine, I cannot recall that the ship showed great distress as an
immediate result. By this I mean that there was really no great amount of
trembling in her such as one might reasonably have expected from so great an explosion
– a fact which points clearly to her very solid construction. The list to port
soon began to get worse, although, as is usual in any man-o’-war on occasions
like this, the watertight doors had been closed wherever it had been possible
to get at them.

After the sinking by a German submarine of the British
cruisers Hogue, Cressy and Aboukir in September, 1914, the Admiralty issued
instructions that where a ship was disabled by mine or torpedo whilst in the
company of other ships, she must be left to her fate. We were left to our fate!

About midday, the White Star liner Olympic hove in sight to
the westward. When she was as near to us as her captain, Commodore Haddock,
thought safe, she lowered some of her lifeboats. These with some boats from
destroyers, pulled towards us and managed, by daring seamanship, to get
alongside and take off all but about 200 officers and men. These officers and
men volunteered to remain on board and stand by the ship. She was doomed, so
that there was no object in risking more lives than was necessary, for no one
knew when she might capsize or blow up. Attempts were made to take us in tow,
but they failed. We were so waterlogged and at the mercy of the sea that towing
was impossible.

During the first dog watch, the Captain decided to reduce
our number to about twenty. It was getting dark and the hungry-looking seas
were leaping over the ship, impatiently waiting to claim us. It all looked
pretty hopeless! There was, besides the possibility that the ship might go down
suddenly, the greater risk that the torpedoes and ammunition might break adrift
below and blow us up. Some impression of the state of the sea might be possible
when I say that at times one could see the bow and stem of a destroyer right
out of the water, while her midships was supported on the crest of a huge wave.
Our quarter deck was under water, the main decks forward were awash, and we
had, by this time, a most dangerous list, so about 6.00pm the Captain piped
‘Abandon Ship!’

Only the Captain, Commander, Navigating Officer and myself
now remained on board. It was pitch dark, icy cold and, of course, wet. The sea
was getting more angry and restless. The awful moaning of the swirling water
below decks is unforgettable. At one time I saw what appeared to be boiling oil
oozing up through the seams of the upper decks. We were labouring heavily, and
all but finished.

The Captain, Cecil V. Dampier, and Navigating Officer were
still on the bridge. The Commander, Lancelot N. Turton, and I were standing
together on the break of the foc’s’le. His eyes were wet with tears. He was
about to lose the ship in which dwelt his whole sailor’s heart and soul. I
believe that up to this time he had hoped to save her. His great courage and
endurance, his kindly manner and methods, had been well to the fore all
through. He was a gallant commander, and he knew no fear.

At about 8 o’clock he told me to go round wherever I could,
hailing anyone who might be left on board – perhaps disabled or hurt. I found
no one. The Commander now told me I could go. I left him – still standing alone
on the foc’s’le – to endeavour to find a way of getting clear of the ship.
Swimming was, of course, impossible. I looked all round for something to use as
a raft. There was nothing! Everything movable had been swept overboard. I began
to feel a little dazed when, on the port beam, and almost alongside, I saw a
destroyer’s whaler. I hailed her and her coxswain answered me. Brave lads, that
crew! They might easily have been dashed to pieces against our gunwale.

I waited my opportunity, and jumped – or rather threw myself
into her, and then I must have lost consciousness, for I remember nothing more
until I came to with a basin of rum to my lips in the foc’s’le of the destroyer

We lay off the Audacious, now completely abandoned, until
about 9.00pm, when she blew up and sank. To see the huge pieces of whitehot
metal falling back from the dark sky after the explosion was a sight I shall
not easily forget.

The only serious casualty which resulted from our being mined
was caused by some of the falling debris killing a petty officer on board the
cruiser Liverpool as she was standing off. Not a single man was drowned.

Superstitious people may be interested to know that I was
born with a caul. I am not, myself, superstitious; although I did carry this
caul, hung round my neck by a silver chain, all the years I was at sea! Two
things remain impressed on my memory. Though I had been soaked to the skin and
partially dried again several times, I suffered no ill effects. I cannot
remember having felt any kind of fear for a single moment during the whole long
day. I sometimes tremble now to think of going through such another.

Forschungsmitarbeiter Mitch Williamson is a technical writer with an interest in military and naval affairs. He has published articles in Cross & Cockade International and Wartime magazines. He was research associate for the Bio-history Cross in the Sky, a book about Charles ‘Moth’ Eaton’s career, in collaboration with the flier’s son, Dr Charles S. Eaton. He also assisted in picture research for John Burton’s Fortnight of Infamy. Mitch is now publishing on the WWW various specialist websites combined with custom website design work. He enjoys working and supporting his local C3 Church. “Curate and Compile“
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