I found out what happened to the caterpillar.
The buffer circuit has been torn out.
It was a matter of time before an overload shut down the caterpillar.
What are you saying?
Whoever did this knew how to cripple the caterpillar effectively.
Captain, we have a saboteur aboard.
It can't be any of the officers.
They had lots of time before we put to sea.
It must be a member of the crew.
Go to Putin's cabin. Check his files for information on the crew.
We may have to put them off early.
The average Ruskie don't take a dump without a plan.
Now, wait a minute.
We don't have to get the crew off. He would have had to do that.
We just have to figure out what he's going to do.
How will HE get them off the sub?
They have to want to get off.
How do you get a crew to WANT to get off a submarine?
How do you get a crew to want to get off a nuclear sub...
- I know how he'll get the crew off. - Not now, Jack.
Yankee One Star Base. Say again status, over.
- 'Yankee One declaring emergency. ' - Yankee One declaring emergency.
- 'Yankee One requesting vectors. ' - Vector 2-7-0. Speed is buster.
- 'Losing hydraulic pressure. ' - Say again, Yankee One.
Bear Foxtrot got too close to the Group.
One of the F-14's crowded him off course and they bumped.
He's got stabilator damage and is losing hydraulic fluid.
They're trying to get him back aboard.
- Busy morning. - Mmm.
Last night, Russian attack subs were stationed off every East Coast port.
And we're up here. Here.
The New Jersey group is moving up the coast,
while the Russians, aside from 100 more Bear Foxtrots,
have a row of attack subs, followed by surface groups.
- A lot of fire power. - For a rescue team, yes.
They're using their sonars as if they're looking for something,
- but nobody's listening. - What do you mean?
At 30 knots, they could run over my daughter's stereo and not hear it.
They're not trying to find Ramius, they're driving him.
Driving him where?
Hounds to the hunters.
Your sub captain is going to make it to America.
He will die within sight of it.
His wingman kept requesting permission to fire.
We might soon be in the biggest naval battle since the Jutland.
Jesus!
The water's too cold to eject him.
Air Boss will try to bring him aboard.
- What's this sub off by herself? - It's Bart Mancuso's boat.
He's going to the bottom of Red Route One.
He's had contact with what his computer calls a magma displacement.
Magma displacement? Is that like a seismic anomaly?
I suppose so, why?
Is there a way I can get on board the Dallas?
- Why? - I think he's found Red October.
He hasn't found anything. He's just waiting.
This silent propulsion system could be mistaken for...
The only way to get you on the Dallas is with a chopper.
The only way is to strip it down and turn it into a flying gas can.
Admiral, Yankee One is on final. Rescue personnel are in place.
'Pick up your left wing. Power! '
'Power! Wave off! Wave off! '
'Eject! Eject! Eject! '
'Fire! Fire on the flight deck! '
This business will get out of control.
We'll be lucky to live through it.
'Fire on the flight deck! All hands lend assistance! '
There's enough fuel to get there, but Dallas may not be there.
We've been trying to reach her.
If you have to ditch...
If you ditch, think only of the survival gear.
At this water's temperature, you'll have about four minutes.
I'll try to remember that.
Next time, Jack, write a goddamn memo.
Diving Officer, make your depth 6-5-0.
Make my depth 6-5-0.
VARIOUS COMMANDS
- Captain's sacked out? - Yeah.
- What about him? - He won't leave.
Con. Sonar. Hold no contacts on bearing 2-9-5.
You know... I seen me a mermaid once.
I even seen me a shark eat a octopus.
But I ain't never seen no phantom Russian submarine.
We're emerging from the Route. I've ordered a clearing of the baffles,
and we'll soon be making the first turn.
The caterpillar is operational and appears to be running normally.
The crew know about the saboteur, and they are afraid.
That can be useful when the time comes.
You know, we could make the Labrador Coast in 16 hours.
Half of them would freeze before they were rescued.
No, it's Massachusetts or Maine in 48 hours.
Two days...
Would they let me live in Montana?
I would think they'll let you live wherever you want.
Good, then I will live in Montana.
I will marry a round American woman and raise rabbits,
and she will cook them for me.
And I will have a pick-up truck...
or... possibly even... a recreational vehicle...
and drive from state to state.
- Do they let you do that? - Yes.
- No papers? - No papers. State to state.
All right. Commence your turn.
Well, then... in winter, I will live in... Arizona.
- I think I will need two wives. - At least.
- Possible aspect change on target. - Sonar. Con. Aye.
Concur possible, target zig based on bearing rate.
- Con! Sonar! Crazy Ivan! - All stop! Quick quiet.
- All stop, aye. - Engine's stopped.
What's going on?
Russian captains sometimes turn suddenly to see if anyone's behind.
We call it Crazy Ivan.
The only thing you can do is go dead and make like a hole in the water.
- What's the catch? - This boat doesn't stop on a dime.
If we're too close, we'll drift into him.
What about you? What do you look forward to?
I...
I have no such appetites.
Let's see if he can hear us.
There must be something.
- Uh... - What is it?
SIGHS
I miss... the peace of fishing...
like when I was a boy.
40 years I've been at sea.
A war... at sea.
RAMIUS: A war with no battles. No monuments.
Only casualties.
I widowed her the day I married her.
My wife died while I was at sea.
Post guards in the engineering spaces.
If he can get to the caterpillar, he can get to somewhere more vital.
- 'Where is he? ' - Con. Sonar.
Target is coming out of our starboard baffles.
My read is that he is returning to base course.
Concur. He's returning to course 2-1-0. Right around us.
We'll give him another 30 seconds, then secure from silent running.
Captain...
Here's what we got on the ELF.
- Thanks. - Aye, sir.
What is it?
You're not going to believe this.
'We're approaching our return. Dallas didn't get the message.
- We have to turn back. - Give it a couple more minutes.
- Fuel status says we turn around. - Wait. You've got a reserve.
I've got a ten-minute reserve, but I can only use that in time of war.
If you don't get me on that submarine, that's what you'll have!
We stay here ten more minutes!
Yo! I've got a submarine at three o'clock, about two miles.
- Hook him up. - I'll be lowering you down now.
I'll take the horse collar.
Let's hope this thing runs on fumes.
- Very well. Surface the ship. - Aye, sir.
Whoever he is, he's in for a ride.
OK, Commander, sit down.
- Ever do this before? - Once, on a calm day off Hawaii.
With no reference point, it'll be hard keeping it steady.
Don't get grounded. Keep that rod with you.
In air like this, there's enough static to light up Chicago.
I've got a diver, in case this guy goes in the drink.
Someone must have a burr up his ass to go for a stunt like this.
'If I've got to bring you back up, I'll shake the wire.
'Then I'll give you the thumbs up.
'Remember to cross your arms. Got it? Out you go.
'Passenger's out the door. '
'Passenger halfway down, drifting forward. Stop forward. '
All right, Tommy, get the hook on his cable.
On his cable! Now, watch it! Don't touch him. OK, here he comes.
Oh!
It'd be easier without the bloody crosswind. Where is he?
Don't touch him!
PILOT: Jack! Jack! Jack!
This won't work. Reel him back in.
What the hell's going on back there?
Dallas, have you got a swimmer?
Emergency stop! Man overboard! Send out the diver!
PILOT: Very well, Dallas. We are history.
Get the doc down here! I'll be in the escape trunk.
Down ladder! Make a hole!
COUGHING
How do you do, Captain? It's a pleasure to be aboard.
I have to talk to the President.
Of course. May I enquire as to the subject?
It seems that the reports that one of our submarines was missing
were not completely accurate.
The submarine in question... is commanded by Captain Marko Ramius.
Apparently, he's suffered a kind of mental breakdown.
Just before he sailed, he posted a letter to Admiral Yuri Padorin,
in which he announced his intention to...
to fire his missiles on the United States.
Why didn't you tell me before?
I'm sometimes compromised by the fact
that Moscow doesn't tell me everything.
One of your submarine captains is insane? What do you want from us?
- You offered assistance. - For a rescue mission.
Now you want us to hunt him down and kill him.
I have been instructed to ask your president for precisely that.
Find him? We already did. We had to break off to pick you up.
- Excuse me. Coffee? - Thank you.
- Cigarette? - Don't smoke.
Assuming we can find him... what am I supposed to do about it?
OVER RADIO: We're receiving flash traffic on the emergency circuit.
Very well, bring it down.
Well, Mr. Ryan?
- Chief, excuse us for a second. - Leonard, come on out.
The sub we're after is called Red October.
The commander is named Ramius.
It's possible that he and his crew are attempting to defect.
Defect?
Excuse me.
- It's called Red October? - Yes.
- Skipper's Ramius? - Right.
It seems the circumstances have changed somewhat, Mr. Ryan.
Get him some dry clothes. I'll be in the con.
"National Command Authority informed Soviet submarine Red October,
"under command of Marko Ramius,
"is a renegade and threatens missile launch.
"You may use any necessary force
"to prevent it from approaching the coast of the United States. "
OVERLAPPING VOICES
SEAMAN: Left ten degrees, rudder secure course of 2-6-5.
Make turns for 14 knots.
Chief of the watch, rig for red.
OVERLAPPING VOICES
- What's going on? - Battle stations are ready.
- We have to talk. - Not now.
Tommy, make your depth 1,200 feet, 20 degrees down angle.
Diving Officer, make your depth 1,200 feet, 20 degrees down.
1,200 feet, 20 degrees down, aye.
Full dive on fair water plains. Full dive on stern plain.
- 20 degree down. - 20 degree down, aye.
Passing 450 feet, going to 1,200.
500.
600.
700.
- Did you get a good fix? - Yes, Captain.
At ordered depth, sir, 1,200 feet.
- You got him yet, Jonesy? - 'Very faint, sir. Hold on. '
Yes, sir! Contact Typhoon Seven on bearing 2-5-0.
- Is he alerted to our presence? - 'No, sir. Operating as before. '
Come left 2-6-5. Bring us up behind quietly, Tommy.
Aye-aye, Captain.
Please listen to me! Just two minutes.
- Plot, time to intersect his track? - Four minutes, Captain.
Very well, Mr. Ryan. Two minutes.
That message makes perfect sense.
The Russians know Ramius intends to defect.
They've tried to sink him, but have been unable to, so...
- SEAMAN: I have a firing solution. - Good.
The Russians will stop at nothing to prevent Ramius from defecting.
They invented this story because they need our help to sink him.
Weapons control, full safeties.
I don't want that fish coming back at us.
Captain, I know this man!
- Has he made any Crazy Ivans? - Why?
- Next one is to starboard. - Why?
He always goes to starboard in the bottom half of the hour.
Flood tubes, warm up the weapons.
There has to be a way to establish contact. He wants to defect!
Call Chief Watson to the con with his sidearm.
SNAPS FINGERS
JONES: 'Signal to noise ratio's dropping.
'Possible aspect change in target. '
SEAMAN: Concur, possible target zig based on bearing rate.
JONES: 'Con, sonar. Crazy Ivan! '
RYAN: Captain... Captain, he's turning.
- Which way is he turning? - 'To the starboard, sir. '
Give the man a chance.
All back full.
- Say again. - I said, all back full!
- We're cavitating! He can hear us! - Con, aye.
- All stop! - Stop, aye.
All right, Ryan, we just unzipped our fly. Mr. Thompson!
Open the outer doors. Firing point procedures.
If that bastard even twitches, I'm going to blow him to Mars.
- All stop rudder amid ship. - All stop rudder amid ship, aye.
Can you identify the contact?
American attack submarine, bearing 0-1-5...
Sharp metallic transients. He may be trying to open torpedo tube doors.
Outer doors are opened. We're ready to shoot.
Very well. My orders are specific, Mr. Ryan.
Captain, he is preparing to fire.
Flood tubes three and four and plot a solution.
Aye, Captain. Flood tubes three and four, plot solution.
Shall I open the torpedo tube doors, sir?
- Captain, shall I open outer doors? - No.
Lock the firing solution into the computer. Do not open the doors.
Aye, Captain.
Lock solution into computer.
JONES: 'Target's flooded his tubes. '
Has he opened his outer doors?
'Negative. He's just sitting there. Hold on. '
'Hull popping, target's coming shallow. '
What's that mean?
It means he's a very cool customer.
He knows we're ready to shoot. He's not going to provoke us.
He's going to see what's on the surface. What's his course?
- Course is 2-7-0. - Bring us alongside him.
- Aye, Captain. - Sonar, con. Report all contacts.
JONES: 'Con, sonar. My only contact is Typhoon Seven, bearing 1-9-5.'
Very well. Fire Control, range to target?
Range is 300 yards.
Make your depth 65 feet.
Aye, Captain. Diving Officer, make your depth 65 feet.
He wants to go up and take a peek. We'll play along.
OVERLAPPING VOICES
- Weapons status? - Armed.
Tubes three and four are flooded. Outer doors are closed.
OVERLAPPING VOICES
Mark this bearing.
You wanted to talk to him, Mr. Ryan. There he is.
What do you want to say?
- Will he be the only one looking? - Probably.
We'll have a chance, then.
"US told you intend missile launch. " Break.
"Do not approach US coast, or you'll be attacked. " Break.
"If intention is other... will you discuss option?" Break.
Can he acknowledge with a single ping?
Yeah, he can. Question is, will he?
Verify our range to target. One ping only.
Aye, Captain.
PING SOUNDS
I'll be damned. Now what?
All right.
"If defection... "
MUMBLES
"... plot course toward... "
A chart! I need a chart. No. No.
OK, where the hell are we?
Someplace deep. Someplace deep. OK.
OK. Send him this.
- You out of your mind? - Just send it.
Tell me one thing. How did you know he was going to go starboard?
I didn't. I had a 50/50 chance and I needed a break. Sorry.
That's all right. My morse is so rusty,
I may be sending him dimensions on Playmate of the Month.
Reverify our range to target.
- One ping only. - Captain, I just...
Give me a ping, Vassily. One ping only, please.
Aye, Captain.
PING
What the hell is this about?
If the Russians want us to sink her... we might have to do that.
We must give this American a wide berth.
Let us turn south.
BORODIN: Mr. Kamarov...
Plot a new course, due south.
Aye, sir. New course 1-8-0.
ALARM
Shut down the reactor!
- Seal the ventilation system! - Ventilation controls have failed!
Everybody out! Clear the compartment!
Out! Out!
'... radiation alarm in the... '
ALARM
- Ventilation system! Shut it down! - They don't respond!
- The controls don't respond! - Seal it manually! Move!
Come on! Shut it off!
Melekhin, say again.
ALARM AND OVERLAPPING VOICES
ALARM OFF
'We suffered a leak, so shut down the reactor.
'The ventilation circuits are disabled.
- 'The coolant is contaminated. ' - I knew there was damage.
Radiation alarms activating in all compartments.
Engineering is heavily contaminated.
Get us to periscope depth. We'll ventilate.
Periscope depth! Prepare to ventilate!
We've got to get them out.
- The battery condition? - Four hours, six if we're cautious.
- Engage battery systems. - We have a radiation leak.
The ship is contaminated. Changing the air won't do. Get the men off.
Sir, we have been sabotaged!
- Who said anything about sabotage? - Captain!
Sir... I'm afraid the doctor is right.
Very well. Surface. We'll evacuate the men to the deck.
Aye, Captain. Surface the ship!
- All personnel to escape hatches. - Break out the rafts.
We'll use them as shelters until the fleet arrives. Navigator!
OVERLAPPING VOICES IN RUSSIAN
Make sure the count is accurate. We must get the entire crew out.
Yes, sir.
Master-At-Arms reports rafts secure and evacuation proceeding.
Very good.
We'll rotate through the con.
No officer will spend more than 20 minutes below deck.
- Satisfactory? - Completely.
BORODIN: Surface contact! 2-7-0. Six miles and closing fast.
- It's a warship! - What? Here? Can you identify it?
It's a frigate. US, probably Perry class. She's signaling.
"Red October, Red October... Halt and stay where you are.
"Do not attempt to submerge or you'll be fired upon. "
Captain, I think he means to board us.
You go with the crew.
The officers and I will submerge beneath you and scuttle the ship.
You'll receive the Order of Lenin for this.
We're going to cast off.
The Captain's going to scuttle the ship.
- He's going down, sir! - Put a shot across his bow.
FIRING
Sea Hawk One, this is Bravo Command.
She's ready.
Sea Hawk One, release on my command. Drop now, now, now.
Range to target, 900 yards. 800 yards.
700 yards... 600 yards.
500 yards.
400 yards.
300 yards.
Torpedo is detonated.
Now, you understand, Commander, that torpedo did not self-destruct.
You heard it hit the hull, and I... was never here.
- Give Dallas the go. - Get the DSRV moving.
Dallas...
Two million things can still go wrong with this stunt.
Central Intelligence Agency! There's a contradiction in terms.
How's the coffee, Ryan?
Dallas, this is the Mystic, request clearance for launch.
'Mystic, you're clear to launch. '
Hatch is secured.
Life support, normal. Prelaunch checks complete. Ready to launch.
- Flood the skirt. - Flood the skirt, aye.
Skirt's filled. Soft seal, ready to lift off.
OK, let's do it.
We're off.
'Thrusting port. '
SLOW BLEEPING
- 600 yards, and closing. - Steer right, course 0-7-5.
400.
200 yards.
100 yards.
FAST BLEEPING
Hit the lights.
Jesus, that's a big sucker.
LOUD THUD
OK, we're in position.
- You can open the hatch. - Hold it a second.
Jonesy...
Mr. Ryan...
He's defecting.
- And he can't change his mind? - He won't change his mind.
Would you bet your life on that?
Sir, could you hand me that hammer?
Americans...
SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN
IN RUSSIAN: He's turning green.
SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN
CHUCKLING
What's so funny?
The Captain seems to think you're a cowboy.
IN RUSSIAN: You speak Russian.
IN RUSSIAN: A little.
IN RUSSIAN: It's wise to study the ways of one's adversary.
IN RUSSIAN: Don't you think?
IN ENGLISH: It is.
I doubt you'd remember, but we met at the consulate in Leningrad,
along with your wife. I'm very sorry.
What gives you the right to fire on my ship?
Your signal said nothing of a torpedo.
Ryan...
It was to maintain the illusion for your crew.
- My crew are being rescued, yes? - As we speak.
- You sent the signal? - That's correct.
Then how did you know our reactor accident was false?
That was a guess, but it seemed logical.
Very well.
I present you... the ballistic missile submarine, Red October.
My officers and I request asylum...
in the United States of America.
It's a pleasure. Bart Mancuso, USS Dallas.
TORPEDO APPROACHING
Torpedo! The Americans are shooting at us again!
The pitch is too high. It's Russian.
Another torpedo?
New contact! Sierra 4-1. Alpha class Soviet submarine.
Sonar, why don't I have a detonation?
The weapon enabled on the far side. It passed before it armed.
Wrong range. Fire again, and reload both tubes.
Get me power. Get that thing off my boat!
It's off!
I think somebody just shot a torpedo at us.
- Get the hell out of here! - Where...
ALARM
IN RUSSIAN: The Captain is fighting them!
Borodin! Fire Control!
- Uh... Ryan, sit here. - I'm not a naval officer.
- I'm with the CIA. - CIA?
I'm not an agent. I write books for the CIA.
Whatever. Sit down. Do what I tell you.
DSRV away. Russian Alpha 8,000 yards to starboard.
- I think it's Konovalov. - Increase the flank.
Increase the flank. How?
That knob, turn right. Full.
All ahead flank. Right full rudder.
- He's shooting again. - Go to battle stations.
Torpedo in the water.
- Bearing 3-1-5. - Make range 7,000 yards.
- Steer right, 3-1-5. - That's heading into the torpedo.
Steady bearing, 3-1-5.
- Estimate range, 6,000 yards. - Still 3-1-5.
Steer right until this reads 3-1-5.
No, that's wrong! Ryan, don't turn that goddamn wheel!
3-1-5.
- You're heading into that torpedo. - Yes.
- What? - Right into the torpedo's path.
What?
It's turned into the torpedo's path.
Mother of God!
Torpedo steady 3-1-5. Range 5,000 yards.
- Melekhin, more speed. - Negative. We're running 110%.
Give me 115%.
Estimate range, 3,000 yards. Closing awfully fast.
What's he trying to do? Kill himself?
- Can we shoot back? - They didn't shoot at us.
I can't attack without authorization.
Torpedo bearing steady at 3-1-5. Best range, 900 yards.
Torpedo impact... 20 seconds.
- What books? - Pardon me?
What books did you write?
I wrote a biography of Admiral Halsey called The Fighting Sailor,
about naval combat tactics.
I know this book. Your conclusions were all wrong, Ryan.
- Ten seconds. - Halsey acted stupidly.
BORODIN: Nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three,
two... torpedo impact...
...now!
- I'll be damned. - What happened?
Combat tactics, Mr. Ryan.
By turning into the torpedo,
the Captain closed the distance before it could arm itself.
- That's it? - Not quite.
Tupolev is now removing the safety features on his weapons.
He won't make the same mistake twice.
- Have you plotted a solution yet? - It's a little rough, but I...
GUNSHOTS
- Gunfire? - That's what it sounded like.
- "Won't change his mind"? - It must be one of the crew!
Whoever he is, he's having second thoughts.
(Vassily... )
I would like to have seen Montana.
BLEEPING
He's doubled forward into the missile bay!
Silo hatch warning. Port side, number 20.
- He can't launch a missile? - No, but he can blow one up.
- Take the con. - Fire Control's blasted to hell.
- Then get behind him and stay. - Captain, wait!
You may need this, sir.
Thank you.
Don't just stand there, go with him!
You speak English? Get your butt over here.
Torpedo broke up on impact.
- Set the safety ranges for zero! - I cannot go any faster!
RAMIUS: We must get him before he gets to the ignition circuits.
What happens if he gets to the ignition circuitry?
He can incinerate the ship.
- That door the only way out? - Yes.
Don't let him get past you.
Hey, Ryan... be careful what you shoot at, hmm?
Most things in here don't react too well to bullets.
Right.
Be careful what I shoot at?
Safety ranges are set to zero.
Give me the bearing for Red October.
- She's taken position behind us. - Right full rudder!
I'll shake him loose.
- He's going deep! - 30 degree down angle!
The countermeasures were over there?
TINKLING
The Alpha is too quick. It's a matter of time.
"Ryan, some things in here don't react well to bullets. "
Yeah, like me. I don't react well to bullets.
Aagh!
- Where's he now, Jonesy? - Close, sir.
- 900 meters. Directly ahead. - Got him. Mark bearings and fire.
- We're too close! - Don't argue with me!
- Torpedoes are in the tubes... - Do it now!
Another torpedo. It went active as it was launched.
- It is homing. - Left full rudder.
I think he's got us.
BLEEPING
Way to go, Dallas!
Torpedo in acquisition. Range 500 yards and closing! You've done it!
I hope this works. All right, Chief, put us on the roof.
Countermeasure station on my mark. Five, four...
One! Release countermeasures! Emergency blow! Full rise!
600 feet, 550, 500 feet...
Come one, Big D. Fly!
IN RUSSIAN: Captain scared them out of the water!
The torpedo's still active, searching for another target.
RYAN: A goddamn cook!
SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN
SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN
- How close it that Alpha? - 1,000 yards.
Reverse your turn.
JONES: We're turning straight at him. Torpedo's still on our tail.
The hard part about playing chicken is knowing when to flinch.
JONES: Closing 400 yards. 350, 300... Captain!
Right full rudder, 30 degree down angle.
Aye, sir. This one will be close!
- Torpedo dead ahead! - Arrogant ass! You've killed us.
We know Red October's position, but...
Since the wreckage is spread out over such a wide area,
it could be some time before anything's recovered.
Your people are interviewing the crew,
and making arrangements for their return.
This has been a terrible tragedy, Mr. Ambassador.
I can only stress that if you'd come to us earlier,
it might have been avoided.
- I appreciate your candor. - And I yours, Andrei.
Perhaps in the future the technology will be available
for an investigation of the wreckage.
Perhaps.
There is another matter, one that I'm reluctant to...
Please.
One of our submarines, an Alpha,
was last reported in the area of the Grand Banks.
We have not heard from her for some time.
Andrei... You have lost another submarine?
All this way to hide a submarine in a river?
We're 100 miles from the nearest naval base -
the last place satellites will look.
I grew up around here.
My grandfather taught me to fish off that island.
There's one question you haven't asked me.
Why?
I figured you'd tell me when you were ready.
Some people believe we should attack the United States first,
settle everything in one moment.
Red October was built for that purpose.
When the dust settles, there's going to be hell to pay in Moscow.
Perhaps some good will come from it.
A little revolution, now and then, is a healthy thing, don't you think?
- Do you still like to fish, Ryan? - Mm-hm.
There's a river, not unlike this one, near Vilnius,
where my grandfather taught me to fish.
"And the sea will grant each man new hope...
"as sleep brings dreams. "
Well...
Christopher Columbus.
Welcome to the New World, sir.
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