Abandoned

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(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(HULL CREAKING)

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

What's that?

[PHIL] John! What's happening?

(LOUD RUMBLING)

Oh, my god!

What the hell?

(ALL YELLING)

NARRATOR (V.O.):
The rogue wave came

out of nowhere, with no warning...

a 40-foot wall of solid water

hit us like a freight train...

and was gone before we knew it.

Suddenly we were upside-down...

with water flooding

through the companion way.

(YELLING)

Jim!

Are you okay?

- Okay? F***ing kidding, we're upside-down, mate!

- We're bloody sinking!

We won't sink. The boat will start rising

when it equalizes with outside, okay?

We're gonna die! We're gonna die! Jesus!

- No! Hold on! Hold on!

- (HULL CREAKING)

Sh*t... guys, grab anything you can!

The aft cabin is the

highest point! Come on!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Look, that's about as

good as we're gonna get it.

Rick! Rick! What are you doing?

Emergency beacon.

All right, come on.

I can't go in there.

Come on, Phil.

[JOHN] Get in!

What now? What the f*** do we do now?

Here... eat.

We're gonna die.

- We're rooted.

- Shut the f*** up.

She's gonna break up... sooner or later.

Storm or container ship, we're going down.

Just keep calm, okay?

That's the main thing.

We'll be all right.

So we just turn this

thing the right-side-up?

- Can't... impossible.

- Why not?

Once a multi-hull

capsizes, it stays that way.

F***ed on the drawing

board... bloody death traps!

How about we rig something up,

make a mast, sail upside-down?

She's 75 percent underwater,

all right... unnavigable.

Hey, we got food, we got water.

I got tanks full of

it, thousands of liters.

We just have to wait.

We'll be okay. I want you guys to relax.

JOHN (V.O.):
The only way forward

was to adapt, learn to survive.

We needed to accept the

situation and go with it.

But all they could

think about was rescue.

(SAW CUTTING)

Mutilation.

Yeah, of a corpse.

Wouldn't need to do it, if

you'd built an escape hatch.

Now someone's gonna hear us, right?

How long before someone picks

up the signal, do you reckon?

Hard to say.

Not too many boats out

here... have to be a plane.

Well, how close do they have

to be to pick up a signal?

Depends on the conditions.

JOHN (V.O.):
I'd missed my

scheduled departure date.

My original crew had dropped

out at the last minute...

and I needed to find

replacements at short notice.

Jim, check it out.

JOHN (V.O.):
I wanted to sail

before the weather changed.

- John Glennie.

- Jim, pleased to meet ya'.

Yeah, good to meet you.

So what's the weather like

in Tonga this time of year?

Oh, it's the tropics, mate.

You know? Sun, warm, beaches...

more beautiful women than

you can shake your stick at.

I like the sound of that.

Yeah, the Friendly Islands!

Could do with a cook. You

got any sailing experience?

Absolutely none.

Some... a bit.

Oh, well. Yeah, it doesn't matter.

I just need extra bodies to keep watch.

How long would it take?

Mm... two weeks tops.

Trade winds are pretty

strong this time of year.

You guys should come on down, check it out.

Sure.

Could be just what you need, mate.

Eh? Get away for a bit,

time to think, clear the air.

- What about you?

- Maybe.

Seriously?

Sure, why not?

Doctor phoned this morning.

Going to see her tomorrow, but

it looks like I'm in the clear.

Latest scan says it's retreating.

Fantastic, man. Fantastic.

Rose Noelle, leaving two

days time. What do you reckon?

[MARTHA] Go on. Write them down.

C'mon, Martha. Don't do this.

I mean it. Write them down.

What?

The people I'll have to get

in contact with when you drown.

Oh, for Christ's sake, have some faith.

You've never been to sea in your whole, damn,

stupid, landlocked life. You can barely swim.

We decided to take a break to see

if this is what we really want.

Not that kind of break.

That guy's gonna have you

cooking dawn till dusk.

That is, when you're not throwing

up. You get seasick in a kayak.

Look, I'm sorry I can't be on call

for you, but I really need to do this.

Not your last will and testament.

Just a name and phone number in the States.

Don't forget that. You'll need it.

I'll wait in the car.

[RICK] Knows how to pick her moments,

doesn't she? Bloody hour of departure.

I s'pose, oh, you know Martha, she's probably

just thinking of the worst that could...

Neither of us are

exactly keen on this idea.

But it's good you're going. It's important.

No regrets, all that.

Uh... we'll say goodbye here.

Oh, you don't want to come down?

No, I'm not big on public farewells.

And it looks like Martha is

in one of her moods, so...

(SNIFFING)

Be careful.

Don't fall overboard.

I won't.

See you in a couple of weeks.

Bye-bye.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Bye! See ya'! Love you!

Oh, this is gonna be so good for him!

- See ya, Dad!

- Bye, Dad!

- See ya.

- Bye. Bye, baby! Bye.

Be nice to your mum! Be good!

Oh, hey, don't be like that!

Us girls, we'll look after each other.

Where's your mate?

[KAREN] Is she all right?

Oh, come on, cheer up. They'll be fine.

Just think of all the fun you'll have when

you get him back, he'll be hot to trot!

No, it's... it's not

that... we're breaking up.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hey, Jim, give Phil a

hand with the fenders.

JOHN (V.O.):
I'd waited a

long time for this adventure.

Unfortunately, I wasn't sharing

the first leg of the voyage...

with the men I wanted,

but at least I had a crew.

Once we made landfall in

Tonga, I would replace them.

This voyage was going to take me back to my

old cruising haunts of the South Pacific.

New beginnings, a fresh

start, love and adventure.

I had invested everything

I had in Rose Noelle.

She was my pride and

joy, my home, my haven.

What do you reckon, Jim?

Jim looks a bit green around the gills.

Yeah, he'll be alright.

She's all yours, mate.

- Oh, yeah, okay.

- ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): The extended marine forecast...

for all of New Zealand

until the 6th of June.

An intense tropical cyclone is situated

off the east coast of the North Island...

with south-westerly gales gusting to

50 knots and seas rising to 6 meters.

For all of the east coast...

severe weather warning...

For all of the west coast

from Terawhiti to Cape Egmont.

JOHN (V.O.):
This

was music to my ears.

There'd be no beating into the wind.

We'd sail on a broad reach all the way to

Tonga, and make faster time than I'd hoped.

What's he doing?

Don't know. Look's as those

he's putting up more sails.

[JOHN] A plane would have to be

close. Within a 100 nautical miles.

Come on, John, honestly.

How long before they find us?

What's she gonna remember of me... of us?

[RICK] John?

Five days.

It's okay, mate. Five days

and we'll be out of here...

according to the oracle.

JOHN (V.O.):
I estimated our position to

be about 140 miles off the east coast.

The EPIRB signal was well outside

the reach of domestic aircraft.

We'd need to pin our hopes

on an international flight.

Jesus, I can't breathe!

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