Action in the North Atlantic Page #3

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- Stand by that raft.

- Can't raise the engine room.

Parker, follow me to aft

and report back to me.

Aye, aye, sir.

Break out all hands, Steve!

How is it below?

The engine room's flooded.

We're making water fast!

You stay here

and see that everybody gets out.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hit her square

in the engine room, Captain.

She's flooding fast.

We're going to abandon ship!

Stand by to lower away!

Peaches!

Peaches.

Peaches, baby, where are you?

Where are you,

you darn fool cat? Peaches?

Peaches, baby. Come here, Peaches.

Come on, sweetheart.

Daddy's gonna take care of you.

- Let me have him, kid.

- Thanks, mister.

Hey, Mack. Give me that fall.

Hey, you can't take that with you.

Think you're going to Atlantic City?

- Hey, where are your pants, Johnnie?

- I forgot them.

Number one raft!

- Lend a hand over here.

- ...sail!

Some of the engine room gang

are trapped aft, sir.

- Tell Sparks to sign off and get in the boat.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Get in the boat. Get away!

What about those men trapped aft?

I couldn't get to them.

There's nothing we could do.

Don't tell me what I can do, mister.

Steve, there's nothing in the book

that says you gotta burn with your ship.

- Waiting for you, sir.

- Yeah, I'm ready.

Sparks. We're shoving off. Come on. Hurry.

I'm signing off now.

Tex!

You all right?

Look out!

Come on, get out of here!

- Ready, Skipper?

- You first, Mr. Rossi.

- Let go the falls!

- Let go the falls!

Send off!

- Out oars!

- Out oars, men!

Come on, Tex, let's get in that boat!

Tex, we're cut off. Let's go forward.

Come on!

We're cut off. We gotta go back.

Step on that stroke.

Let's get out of this oil.

There's two men.

- Circle about and pick them up.

- Give way, port. Backwater, starboard.

Wait, you gotta take that off.

You can't swim with that in the water.

If you make it, remember me, John.

- They're swimming through the fire.

- Pull on those oars!

- They'll never make it.

- They haven't got a chance.

Tex!

Tex!

There he is! Pick him up.

Pulaski! Come on.

Get in here.

That's it.

Who was it?

Tex.

There's the stinking pigboat!

Yeah, they smell so bad,

they've gotta come up for air!

Lay on those oars!

Give way portside, backwater starboard.

Where is your captain?

Where do you think he is?

He's with his ship.

- Why, they're taking pictures of us!

- We're in the movies, boys.

Why, they're taking pictures

to show Hitler.

It should have sound.

I could tell him something.

Take your pictures, you murdering pirates!

Let's give them this. Thumbs up!

They're bearing down! Give way together.

He's gonna ram us!

- Look out for the diving vanes!

- Jump clear!

Clear of those propellers!

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