Prof. Greg Jackson

That's not good.

Even worse, six out of nine boilers are out of condition.

A few minutes later, a second torpedo comes screaming into the port side of the ship, this time near frame 75.

Both of the strikes overlap, creating a massive 60 by 30 foot crater all across this side of the ship.

Water gushes in, making it clear that the two-day turnaround fixed shift is no match for Japanese torpedoes.

As this large cavity continues to let water in, the generator floods.

The emergency generators can't kick in with the intense water damage, and the power goes out, darkening the ship.

Luckily, it's still afternoon, so sunlight provides some visibility.

The ship pitches to a 26-degree angle, making it hard for crew members to walk around and assess the damage.

Then, just 12 minutes after the initial hit, at 2.55, Captain Elliot Buckmaster gives the dreaded order to abandon ship.

But Jack and his fellow crew members don't panic.

They've trained for this.

Sailors emerge from below deck.

They slash through the suspended canvas bags on the hangar deck, holding the K-POC-filled life vests, spilling out the safety devices for both healthy and wounded sailors.

Knowing, perhaps, that the shoes will do them no good in the ocean, men from the Yorktown take off their footwear and line them up properly on the deck.

That's right.

They do this even as the ship pitches all the more.

What can I say?

Navy discipline to the utmost.

Ever worried about the men, the captain urges his remaining crew members to gather on the rising starboard side of the ship.