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It's January 12, 1828, deep beneath the ground in southeast London. Isambard Kingdom Brunel puffs on a cigar and watches his two laborers standing on a raised platform maneuver a long plank of wood into position. They're 60ft down, working on the first ever tunnel beneath the River Thames. One of the youngest engineers on the project, 21 year old Brunel, is eager to prove himself. His father, Mark Isambard Brunel, is the project's chief designer. But the younger Brunel doesn't want anyone to think he got his job because of that connection. So he works 20 hour shifts, getting only a few hours of sleep every night. Now, in the flickering gaslight, Bruno Brunel watches the workers hammer the plank into the roof of the tunnel. It's dangerous work. Wooden boards like this form a protective shield that is the only barrier between them and the River Thames above. But the men are tired. They've been working all night, and from the tunnel floor, Brunel can see that something isn't right. The new board is askew and silt is trickling through the gap. But before Brunel can warn them, a torrent of gray water bursts through the roof, knocking the men off the platform. Helping them to their feet, Brunel orders everyone out of the tunnel immediately. He knows the breach is irreparable. The only thing that matters now is getting away. They turn and wade through the water which is now gushing around their feet and growing deeper every second. As fast as they can, they head back toward the stairs. Then the flood douses the gas lights and the tunnel is plunged into darkness. Fear, grief grips Brunel. Groping through the waist deep water, he grabs at the scaffolding that lines the tunnel and pulls himself along. But the scaffolding is now being lifted by the churning water. Suddenly the structure flips, crashing down on top of Brunel and pinning him beneath the water. He thrashes as hard as he can, trying to free himself. Twisting and wrenching with increasing desperation, he finally manages to pull free and resurfaces. Gasping for breath, he glimpses a distant light. His only chance is to swim for it. So Brunel kicks through the water, ignoring the pain and exhaustion. And just as his strength begins to fade, Brunel's hand lands on a rope. He holds on for dear life as a sudden surge of water propels him on toward the light.
