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Only by grabbing the base of the aftmast light does he keep from being swept away. He struggles to his feet and sloshes through knee-deep water to the base of the conning tower. Indy climbs the ladder to the bridge of the conning tower and looks down. The water is rising toward him fast. Indy climbs the ladder to the top of the turret and braces himself between the two uprights there - the 7 foot radio mast and the 20 foot periscope. Still the ocean comes up to meet him. Soon the top of the turret is under water and radio mast is disappearing. Indy shifts his grip to the periscope, working his way up it and hanging on for dear life as the ocean whips at his body. The periscope is quickly going under. Indy hangs on to the top three feet, all that remains above. The forward movement of the sub continues, but, to Indy’s slowly dawning delight, the dive stops. No more of the periscope goes under. Indy smiles; it’s a pretty good smile, too, given the circumstances. Indy pulls out his bullwhip and begins tying himself to the periscope.
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EXT. THE PERISCOPE - AFTERNOON
The sun warms that part of his body Indy has contrived to keep out of the water. The rest floats out behind. Indy isn’t comfortable, but all in all, it’s not as terrible as he might have feared.
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EXT. THE PERISCOPE - DUSK
It’s as terrible as Indy might have feared. He looks wasted. Waterlogged and exhausted. The wet leather of the whip is contracting and he must struggle constantly to keep it from cutting into his skin.
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EXT. THE OCEAN - NIGHT
Several shark fins cut the surface, appearing and disappearing in the bright moonlight. They are shadowing --
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EXT. THE PERISCOPE - NIGHT
Indy looks through barely open eyes at the sharks running alongside. There is nothing to be done. His eyes close.
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