One day passed. Then a second. Harrison lost track of time. His skin began to peel from the salt water; his tongue swelled from thirst. He prayed and thought of his wife.
On the third day, he heard a sound. The hum of a boat engine. And then—the dull thud of metal on metal. Someone was hammering on the hull of the ship!
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It was a team of South African divers. But they weren’t looking for survivors. It had been 60 hours—2.5 days. By the laws of physics and biology, all 12 crew members should be dead. The divers were there only to recover the bodies for the families.
Harrison realized: if he didn’t make a signal now, they would leave, and he would stay there forever.
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