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.