The Land That Time Forgot

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I do not expect anyone to believe...

...the story I'm about to relate. ...

...It even seems incredible to me...

...that all that I have

passed through......

......all those weird

and terrifying experiences,

should have been encompassed

within as short a span...

...as three brief months.

It must have been a little after...

...3:
00 in the afternoon

that it began. ...

...The afternoon of June 3, 1916.

S.S. Montrose, 20,000 tons.

Range--1, 000 meter.

Range--1,000 meter.

Depth--nine meter.

Depth--nine meter.

Bow tubes one and two.

Hold.

Hold.

Fire one. Number one tube fired.

Fire two.

Number two tube fired.

Add another 20,000 tons to our total.

Orders to surface, herr kapitaen?

No, Dietz.

Survivors may live to fight another day.

They're in enough trouble already.

Besides... These were civilians.

Down periscope.

The ship...

We were torpedoed.

Looks like we're the only survivors.

Will they find us?

Ahoy. Ahoy there.

Ahoy.

Ahoy. Where are you?.

Over here. Ahoy.

Over here.

There on the port bow, Mr. Bradley.

Rest oars.

Up you come, me darlin'.

Welcome aboard, miss Clayton, Mr. Tyler.

Sinclair, if you look in my bag,

there's some Brandy.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Tyler.

Did any of the other boats get away?

I'm afraid not.

We were sure lucky to find you.

Olson, take the tiller.

Not quite so lucky I'm afraid.

We've only got about a

half gallon of water...

...and no food.

Young whiteley managed

to get through with an sos,

but had no chance to tell them where

As far as they're concerned, we...

...we could be anywhere.

Herr kapitaen, borg requests permission...

...to surface and recharge batteries.

Very well, Dietz. Prepare to surface.

Jawohl, kapitaen.

Up periscope. Up periscope.

Thick fog.

Perfect cover for us.

Down periscope. Down periscope.

Both engines full ahead.

Both engines full ahead.

Mr. Bradley.

Shh.

There's something out there.

It can't be a fishing boat,

we're too far from land.

Shh. Quiet.

It's a u-boat.

It must be the one that sunk us.

We'd better take cover until it submerges.

No, wait. If we get aboard,

we can surprise them...

...as they come through the hatch.

We wouldn't stand a chance.

It's the only chance we have.

I know these boats like

the back of my hand.

Now, we've got about two minutes...

...before that hatch opens.

Right.

Let's try it. Pull away.

Quiet, captain.

Kommen sie hier.

Shh.

Achtung.

Aah.

Now, don't move.

Smith, go help Olson. Benson.

Aah.

Come on.

Aah.

Good work, Bradley.

Well, commander, now that you have us,

what do you propose to do with us?

Are you all right? I'm fine, thank you.

I'll tell you what we're

gonna do with you, captain--...

...put you in the nearest British port.

And you expect me to take you there?

Captain Von schoenvorts.

Schoenvorts.

I'm afraid you have no choice.

And how will you know if I'm coursing...

...for england or Germany?

We're all seamen, captain.

We know how to read a compass.

Oh, and Von schoenvorts...

I don't suppose you've heard...

...of the tylers of Santa Monica?

Well, I'm bowen Tyler,

and my father was building

these submarines...

...before you even thought of them.

Stop him, Jones.

Hold it.

Radio.

Now there's no chance

of contacting allied shipping.

May I suggest, Mr. Tyler, that--

I'll suggest.

I suggest, captain,

captain Von schoenvorts...

...that you tell your men

that we're in control,

and if you don't...

You'll find you and your crew...

...where you found us-- in the water.

Achtung, Von schoenvorts......

...This boat is now

under command...

...of our enemy-- Mr. Tyler. ...

...You will obey his orders...

For the time being.

Lock him up, Bradley.

Bradley, is that a British warship?

It is indeed. We're in luck.

We think we've spotted

a British warship. Stand by.

Keep signaling.

A few more of those,

and they'll have our range.

It's no good. They don't read us.

Or they don't believe us. Let's get below.

Prepare to dive.

Dive. Dive. Dive.

Bow down angle-- seven degrees.

Level off at 20.

Level off at 20.

Thirty-five slowing.

Five degrees leveling.

Slow both engines. Kleine fahrt.

Slow both engines.

Boat gaining depth-- 50 meters.

Bow down angle-- 15 degrees.

Blow two and three.

No. You'll give away our position.

Both engines half ahead.

Both engines half ahead.

Increasing depth-- 55 meter.

Let her sink to the bottom.

You don't know how deep it is here.

She'll only stand 65 meter.

Boat still gaining in depth--60 meter.

Bow down angle-- ten degrees.

Sixty-three meter.

Sixty-five meter.

Level at the bow.

Sixty-seven meter.

Sixty-nine meter.

Stop both engines.

Stop both engines.

You can blow two and three now, Mr. Dietz.

Blow two and three. Blow two and three.

Both engines slow ahead.

Both engines slow ahead.

Very good, Mr. Tyler.

There was only one

thing we could do--...

...head the u-boat on

a Western course...

...and try to reach a

neutral American port...

...before our fuel ran out.

Bradley...

We've been going due

west for six days now...

...yet in all this time...

...we haven't seen one single ship.

And having crossed the Atlantic,

we should have sighted...

...the north American coast by now.

This sure as hell isn't

north Atlantic weather,

not this time of the year.

Dietz.

Either the sun is rising in the South...

Or our compass has been tampered with.

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