04/14/2026
This guy was assisted by that alien hiding in the photo I tell ya!
On November 23, 1942, the SS Benlomond was moving alone through the South Atlantic, 750 miles off the coast of Brazil, carrying cargo from Cape Town toward Surinam.
The ship was armed but slow. The German submarine U-172 found it without difficulty, fired two torpedoes, and sank it in under two minutes. Of the fifty-five men aboard, one survived.
P**n Lim was twenty-four years old, born on Hainan Island in southern China, and working as the ship’s second mess steward.
As the Benlomond went down, he grabbed a life jacket and jumped. He swam for roughly two hours before finding an eight-foot square wooden raft floating in the debris field.
He climbed on and took stock of what he had: tins of hardtack biscuits, ten cans of pemmican, chocolate, evaporated milk, ten gallons of water, signal flares, a tarpaulin, rope, and a flashlight. He calculated the supplies would last approximately fifty days.
He made them last longer, then kept going after they were gone. He pulled a spring from the flashlight and bent it into a fishhook. Small fish became bait for larger ones.
He pried nails from the raft’s wood to make heavier hooks for bigger prey. He gutted his catches with a knife fashioned from a biscuit tin and hung the flesh out to dry in strips.
When a storm destroyed his stored food and freshwater supply, he began catching seabirds, wringing their necks and drinking the blood immediately to rehydrate.
Rainwater was collected in canvas stripped from the tarpaulin.
Because he was not a strong swimmer, he tied a rope from the raft around his wrist before entering the water to wash or retrieve anything.
Sharks circled him throughout. When one came too close, he beat it back with the empty water jug. Several ships and at least one American patrol aircraft spotted him during those months.
None stopped. He was Asian, and some crews likely took him for a drifting Japanese sailor or feared a German decoy trap. He stopped counting days on a knotted rope and began counting full moons instead.
On April 5, 1943, three Brazilian fishermen saw a gaunt figure on a raft near the coast and pulled him aboard. He had been at sea for 133 days. He walked off the raft unassisted.