Jaw’s Captain Sam Quint and the USS Indianapolis Torpedo strike Story, a true stroy, presented by Soberdelic James Addiction Recovery Live Stream N.401
I’m going to try to memorize and “impersonate” this icon story scene from JAWS, told by fellow enlisted Navy vet character “Captain Quint.”
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Quint’s words-
“Was comin’ back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. Just delivered the bomb, The Hiroshima Bomb. Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. Eleven-Hundred Men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn’t see the first shark for about half an hour, A Tiger, Thirteen-footer. you know how you know that when you’re in the water, Chief? You can tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail. Well we didn’t know. ‘Cause our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us as overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come crusin’. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. Y’know it’s kinda like ol’ squares in the battle, like you see in a calendar, like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was, shark comes to the nearest man and he’d start poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the shark go away. Sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes the shark, he looks right into you, right into your eyes. Y’know a thing about a shark, he’s got.. lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’ until he bites you and those black eyes roll over white? Ah, then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’, the ocean turns red, and in-spite of all the poundin’ and hollerin’, they all come in and they rip you to pieces. Y’know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. Not sure how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I don’t know how many men — they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin’, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland, Baseball player. Thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water .. upended. Well, He’d been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockhead Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. Young Pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a life-jacket again. So, 1,100 Men went in the water, 316 Men came out — the sharks took the rest. June 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.”
—Quint telling the story of The Sinking of The USS Indianapolis.
Quint was a grizzled, seasoned shark hunter, who once resided on the Island of Amity, MA in the shanty seaside port of Menemsha. Running a bootleg distillery, and a whale oil business, as well as a weekend charter service, Quint captained the “Orca” and became part of local lore after his last trip out to sea in a bid to capture a giant rogue killer shark. Hired to catch the shark, Quint was joined by the Chief of Amity Police Department, Brody, and visiting ichthyologist, Hooper serving as crew.
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