...so we formed ourselves
into tight groups.

Kinda like old squares in a battle
like you see on a calendar...

...like the Battle of Waterloo.
The idea was,
the shark comes to the nearest man...

...and he starts poundir
hollerir and screamir.

Sometimes the shark would go away...
...but sometimes he wouldn't go away.
Sometimes that shark,
he looks right into you...

...right into your eyes.
Y ou know, a thing about a shark, he's got...
...lifeless eyes.
Black eyes, like a doll's eyes.
When he comes at you,
he doesn't seem to be livir...

...until he bites you.
Those little black eyes
roll over white and then...

...then you hear
that terrible high-pitched screamir.

The ocean turns red...
...in spite of the poundir and the hollerir,
they all come in.

They rip you to pieces.
Y ou know, by the end of that first dawn...
...we lost 100 men.
I don't know how many sharks.
Maybe 1,000.

I don't know how many men,
they averaged six an hour.

On Thursday mornir,
I bumped into a friend of mine...

...Herbie Robinson, from Cleveland.
Baseball player, bosurs mate.
I thought he was asleep.
Reached over to wake him up.
He bobbed up and down
in the water just like a kind of top.

He'd been bitten in half, below the waist.
Noon the fifth day,
a Lockheed Ventura saw us.

He swung in low and he saw us.
He was a young pilot.

Y ounger than Mr. Hooper. He saw us...
...and he came in low,
and three hours later...