angle on: englehorn at the wheel .  he barks at the helmsman.
hayes is tense. englehorn remains focussed, his eyes fixed ahead.
angle on: hayes rushes to the wheelhouse door.
englehorn peers uneasily out at the fog .
englehorn stares at the looming wall, unable to believe his eyes .  he starts spinning the wheel hard to starboard!
englehorn searches desperately through the thick fog.
angle on: englehorn staggers into the wheelhouse, slamming the telegraph lever forward.