Cairo Docks

Mist clings to the Cairo Docks under a heavy night sky, turning the waterfront into a shadowed maze of crates and gangplanks. The Bantu Wind looms docked nearby, its engines humming faintly amid the sharp tang of salt air, diesel fumes, and cigarette smoke from Sallah's last drag. Indy, Marion, and Sallah huddle in a tight embrace at the gangplank, tension thickening as Captain Katanga watches from the rail, his pipe smoke curling into the gloom. Crew members move with urgent caution, the distant threat of Nazi pursuers tightening every shadow and breath in this fragile sanctuary.