they missed their refueling stop which was canton island, at very small point of land. they put down in the middle of the central pacific, not too far from where amelia ehrhardt was lost. the only food they had was the pilot was savvy enough to put four oranges in his flight suit. they landed and these eight guys ended up on three rafts. no food, no water. they had not been able to figure out the radio to tell anybody where they are. they were 2000 miles in any direction from land. no food, no water. off of the guys had taken their pants and shoes and socks because they thought they might be swimming. that turned out to be a bad idea. when sun came out, they got sunburn. skin broke out into open source. the salt water came over on them. on their backater sides. it was pretty awful stuff. huge sharks were always swimming around. the sharks like to rub their backs underneath the very thin opening. hey wereest ones -- t jammed together. the shards would slap their tails. this office but they could not catch them. they toyed openly with doing things like cutting off the pin