Gangplank of the Bantu Wind

A narrow walkway lit by a single small light juts from the weathered tramp steamer Bantu Wind into Cairo's night-shrouded docks. Indy, Marion, and Sallah huddle in a tight embrace here, salt air mingling with diesel fumes and Sallah's cigarette smoke. Captain Katanga observes from the rail, pipe smoke curling upward, as crew tension and distant engine hum underscore the fragile divide between fleeting safety and Nazi pursuit.