A few seconds later everyone in the bar was thrown to the floor. Their bodies were a tangle of scrabbling arms and legs, and they were screaming. But their screams went unheard beneath the gargantuan shrieking of tortured metal being forced across a jagged subsurface bed which at first slowed, then gripped, and finally clawed the Savannah Queen to viselike immobility. Through the rents in her belly the sea rushed in.

1967.