Not nearly as exciting and only distantly related, but yours triggered a long-forgotten memory.
1952, WWII Fleet Boat in the Caribbean, where BIG oil tankers plowing through were two-a-penny. I was also in the forward torpedo room and could clearly heard the "Clear the bridge! Clear the bridge!" through the open bulkhead doors. Waited for the oogah oogah of the klaxon.
Instead, hear the high-pitched siren of the collision alarm. Pucker factor shoots to 4.0 as I could see a big tanker cutting us in two. Instantly there was the "thump thump thump" as bulkhead doors and flappers slammed shut. Manned the phone and heard all compartments report they were on line. A tight few minutes, then All Clear.
It turned out our new ensign was handling his first dive and seconds after the collision alarm went off, he stuck his head down in the hatch with a huge Daffy Duck grin and said "hit the wrong button".
The skipper was not amused, but admitted that he never saw the crew move so fast in all his life.
Cool story. The misadventures made things exciting.
1952?! My goodness! How old at the time?
Were you outta Key West?