Lifeboat Page #4

- Then what are you doing in a uniform?

- 'm doing the only thing I can.

Trying to put them together again

when they get hurt.

As far as the German's concerned, l...

I agree with Stanley.

So do I. I'll talk to the man. Maybe

I can get some information from him.

- Material for your book?

- ncidentally.

- George?

- What do you say, Joe?

- Do I get to vote too?

- Why... Why certainly!

Guess I'd rather

stay out of this.

How about you, sister?

My baby's dead.

Does anyone know the service

for burial at sea?

Well, I, uh... I suppose

any prayer would do.

Let me see, now.

The Lord is my shepherd.

Uh, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down

in green pastures. He, uh... He, uh...

He leadeth me beside

the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths

of righteousness, for His name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me. Thy rod

and thy staff, they comfort me.

Surely goodness and mercy

shall follow me all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in

the house of the Lord...

forever.

Amen.

Well, I don't know how much

of this stuff is any use to us.

Isn't much we can do with

these food compartments.

Well, at any rate, things

are getting shipshape.

None of the buoyancy tanks

seem to have been smashed.

The water breaker's been taped up, and in

the morning we'll rig up a sail and get going.

And in the meantime, I think

we'd all better try and get some sleep.

Uh, Kovac, don't forget

to wake me for my watch.

We'd better send up

another flare soon.

How do you feel, darling?

Better, thank you.

Much better.

- Have I been asleep long?

- Not very.

- What's this?

- Mrs. Porter lent you her coat to help keep you warm.

It's a beautiful coat.

- s it real mink?

- hope so.

It's lovely.

I've always admired mink.

It's the most ladylike fur

there is, I always said.

So warm and comfortable.

Thank you so much

for letting me wear it.

Where's Johnny?

Where's my baby?

What have you done with him?

What did you do

with my baby?

Your baby's dead.

Don't you remember?

You killed him, didn't you?

Poor little thing.

The sea, so big and terrible.

Johnny, it's Mum.

Where are you?

Where are you, Johnny?

Johnny.

Let me go.

Let me go to him.

Get a rope, somebody.

We've got to tie her down.

Here you are.

Let me go to him.

Let me go.

- Good morning, sir.

- Hmm? Oh!

Good morning, Sparks. Asleep on watch. It's

a fine thing. I oughta be court-martialed.

- wonder how much we've drifted.

- Not very far with that sea-anchor out.

Oh, the sea-anchor, of course. You know,

I had no idea what those things looked like.

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