Wurrfler's Aft Main Deck Rail

Indy grabs the aft rail first, slick with seawater as the Wurrfler dives. Flooding deck surges around his legs; he hauls his soaked body aboard, hat lost to waves, metal bites into hands amid the sub's tilt. This rear edge serves as desperate foothold, channeling raw survival against Nazi U-boat's plunge—salt spray stings, water roars, every grip tests resolve before he climbs to turret.