Shock Waves

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Shortly before the

start of World War II,

the German High Command

began a secret investigation

into the powers of the supernatural.

Ancient legend told of a race of warriors

who used neither weapons nor shields

and whose superhuman power

came from within the earth itself.

As Germany prepared for war, the SS

secretly enlisted a group of scientists

to create an invincible soldier.

It is known that the bodies

of soldiers killed in battle

were returned to a secret

laboratory near Coblenz,

where they were used in a

variety of scientific experiments.

It was rumored that

toward the end of the war

Allied forces met German squads

that fought without weapons,

killing only with their bare hands.

No one knows who they were

or what became of them,

but one thing is certain,

of all the SS units,

there was only one that the Allies

never captured a single member of.

I don't know how long that dinghy

floated around with me lying in it.

All I can remember is the sound of

the water slapping against the side.

Then I heard the engine

sound getting closer.

That was when I realized

I was still alive.

Get yourself down in there

and help me get her out.

Hey, hey, don't do that.

He's trying to help you!

I couldn't understand

what they wanted.

It didn't occur to me

I was being rescued.

It's okay, it's okay,

we don't mean no hurt to you.

Jonathan, fetch some water here.

What you doing way out here

in that there boat, little lady?

Here, some cool liquid for you,

make you feel right.

You gonna tell us now

what you doing out here?

I wish I could've told him.

But it's only now that I

remember any of it at all.

It was the second day on

one of those small dive boats

that takes you around the islands.

The engine had broken

down for the second time.

Keep her at half speed.

No sense putting any

strain on that crankshaft.

Here's your course.

Three, three, zero. Northwest?

Three, three, zero, North-northwest.

Listen, my friend,

what we must have on this

boat is accurate navigation.

A sailor's best friend.

It's the way he makes his way around

without losing his boat and his crew.

It isn't how good-looking he is,

it's his ability to navigate.

Sorry.

Don't apologize, navigate.

Jesus, look at the sun.

See if you can raise

someone on the radio.

Cut the engine.

- Do you hear that?

- Be quiet!

Let's get the hell out of here.

Norman, it's pitch black out there,

what do you expect to see?

I don't like this one bit.

I hope these people know

what they're doing.

They must know what they are doing,

they're sailors, aren't they?

So was the crew of the Titanic.

Look Norman, if you're so worried,

why don't you go upstairs and

help the captain steer the boat?

I'm sure he'd be very grateful.

I think I'll do just that.

- Hey, how about a drink?

- No thank you.

I'm going to speak to the

captain about this situation.

Oh, relax.

Besides, you won't get anything

out of him, I already tried.

Well, don't you think

it's a bit unusual?

You people ready for some dinner?

Can anyone tell us what's

going on out there?

I'm only the galley hand,

I don't know no more than you do.

- Hey, Dobbs, how about a drink?

- Don't mind if I do.

Yes, but you're an experienced seaman,

you... you must've encountered...

No, I...

take it neat, just the way it is.

You mean to say you've never

seen anything like this?

Can't says I ever have.

Well, aren't you curious about it?

Sea spits up what it can't keep down.

We've been holding

steady for half an hour.

Steer one six five and keep

her below eight knots.

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