Just before 11 p.m., Captain Charles McVay III headed to his cabin to get some sleep. McVay was proud to be the leader of the Indianapolis, a jewel of the American Navy. About the length of two football fields, the ship was lightning fast. Throughout the war, the Indianapolis had carried supplies, weapons, planes, and troops across the Pacific Ocean. It had survived many battles. In fact, the Indianapolis had just completed a mission and was now sailing away from the fighting.
And as far as Captain McVay knew, the ship’s route was safe.
“Things are very quiet,” one officer had told him before they set sail. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
This, it would turn out, was not correct.
As the crew went about their work, got some rest, or wrote letters home, a Japanese submarine spotted the Indianapolis—and fired. Two torpedoes shot through the water. They pierced the side of the Indianapolis. Fires broke out. Water gushed into the ship.
The force of the blasts knocked McVay out of bed. For the next eight minutes, he and the crew focused on examining the damage and sending a distress message. When it became clear the ship was doomed, McVay gave the order.
“Abandon ship.”
It took just 12 minutes for the ship to sink. Of the 1,200 men on board, nearly 900 made it into the water alive—including the captain.
For the next five days, the survivors drifted in the ocean. Twelve-foot waves tossed them around like rag dolls. Hunger clawed at their stomachs. Their throats were dry with thirst. Some began guzzling seawater in desperation, only to throw it up. Meanwhile, packs of hungry sharks circled the men, adding to their terror.
When help finally arrived, only 316 survivors remained.