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The seaplane rocked gently on the open water, its engines humming low as it drifted under power. Noah stared out at the horizon, sweat cold on his neck. Two long boats had appeared—dark silhouettes cutting fast across the waves. “Heck,” he muttered, “they’re not supposed to be here.”
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The sea plane rocked gently on the open
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water, its engines humming low as it
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drifted under power. Noah stared out at
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the horizon, sweat cold on his neck. Two
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long boats had appeared, dark
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silhouettes cutting fast across the
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waves. His gut twisted. They weren't
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supposed to be there. Jaime leaned
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forward, eyes narrowing. The boats came
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on without signal, without flag, without
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voice. No radio call answered their
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hails, only speed and silence. Noah's
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pulse quickened. Whatever was coming, it
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wasn't help. Spray burst around the
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approaching hulls. Figures stood
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upright, faces obscured, arms raised,
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their shouts lost in the distance. The
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sea plane's controls felt rigid beneath
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Noah's grip. The air heavy with the
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knowledge that this was no rescue.
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Survival alone remained.
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But before we start, smash the like
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button, subscribe, and ring the bell so
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you never miss our upcoming videos. The
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morning sun painted the Indian Ocean in
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silvers and golds. its rippling surface
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catching every glint of light. Captain
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Noah Reyes adjusted his headset and
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glanced at the reflection of the sea
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plane's wings in the water below. To his
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right, co-pilot Jaime Malik tapped the
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altimeter, grinning at the milestone,
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flight number 100. By the end of the
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day, after touchdown in Djibouti, he
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would qualify for International
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Captaincy, a promotion long in the
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making. He and Noah had flown together
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for over a year, carrying scientists,
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medics, and fragile equipment up and
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down the African coastline. Today's
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manifest was light. Three sealed crates
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strapped in the hold, tagged with
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international markings, and stamped
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confidential. The paperwork hinted at
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satellite components, rare, valuable,
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and irreplaceable. The morning had
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unfolded smoothly with clear skies and
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calm water below. It felt like a routine
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crossing, the kind that lulled even
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seasoned pilots into ease. Then a red
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light blinked on the panel. Both men
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caught it at the same instant. The
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rudder actuator was frozen. Manual
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override flickered, then failed. Noah
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pressed on the pedals. Nothing. The
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rudder was gone. No resistance, just
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dead weight beneath his feet. A chill
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steadiness settled over him, though the
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tension in the cabin rose sharp and
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heavy. Beside him, Jaime scanned the
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instruments, calculating the odds.
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Without rudder control, they couldn't
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risk a runway. Even a light crosswind
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could spin the aircraft into disaster.
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The decision came quickly. They would
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have to go down here on the open sea.
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Jaime seized the mic and transmitted the
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Mayday. His voice tight but steady as
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assistance was requested, though both
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men knew help would not arrive before
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they were forced to act. Noah adjusted
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the flaps, setting the descent. The
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approach demanded precision. Anything
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less would send them cartwheeling across
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the surface, tearing the sea plane
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apart. The ocean spread below,
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deceptively calm, its glassy sheen
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hiding the violence beneath. Jaime
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gripped the seat, jaw clenched, bracing
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for impact. Noah kept his focus razor
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sharp, pushing through a gust of warm
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wind. The pontoon struck hard. For a
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moment, they bounced once, twice, and
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then the floats dug into the water. A
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huge spray of salt water exploded
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upward, washing across the cockpit
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windows. The whole aircraft shuddered
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like it had been punched in the stomach.
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Silence followed the impact. The sea
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plane bobbed in place, pitching with
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each wave. Noah's hand stayed locked on
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the yolk, knuckles pale, while Jaime
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steadied his breathing and checked the
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radio. The Coast Guard had answered,
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"Help was coming." But the nearest
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cutter was still 3 hours out. The plane
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drifted east on idle power. Neither man
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noticed the faint flicker on the
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horizon, two black specks cutting
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through the shimmer of the sea. Inside,
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Jaime adjusted the GPS, estimating how
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far the currents might push them. The
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cabin was quiet, but for the creek of
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metal and the low hiss of the radios.
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Outside, swells slapped at the floats,
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nudging the aircraft off course. The
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hull groaned with each hit. The sea
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plane wasn't built to drift. 3 hours
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would be too long. If the strain grew
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worse, water would find its way in.
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Jaime studied the rudder again, weighing
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the only chance they had. Force it free
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and try to stabilize the drift before
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the sea broke them apart. Jaime
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suggested steering east toward shipping
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lanes, then moved aft to inspect the
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rudder. Crawling into the narrow service
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access, he found the problem. Not a
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break, but a jam. A scrap of insulation
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had come loose and lodged in the
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linkage, locking it in place. Removal
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would require shutting down the engines
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and opening the exterior hatch. He
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returned to the cockpit. dust streaking
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his coveralls and the two men weighed
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their options in silence. The navigation
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display flickered. The waves pressed
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harder. The radio remained quiet. Then
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Noah froze, leaning forward, eyes
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narrowing through the windshield far to
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starboard. Dark shapes cut across the
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gering water. 3:00 Jaime turned toward
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the directions Noah mentioned and
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shielded his eyes from the sun, then
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froze. On the distant horizon, two boats
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appeared. long narrow silhouettes
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gliding low and fast over the waves. The
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Coast Guard was still more than 70 mi
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out. These vessels had arrived far too
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quickly. Through the binoculars, their
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shapes resolved into long, narrow holes
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with figures standing upright. No
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insignia, no response, not Coast Guard.
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The weight of realization settled heavy
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in the cabin. The emergency had shifted
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from mechanical failure to something far
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more dangerous. Noah eased the throttles
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forward, coaxing the sea plane into
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motion. It lurched, lumbering across the
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swells like a wounded whale. Spray burst
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against the floats as the aircraft
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gathered a little speed. Behind them,
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the cargo rattled in its harness. Three
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sealed crates marked confidential. Their
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value unspoken yet undeniable. Ahead,
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the ocean stretched vast and empty.
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Behind, the hunters closed in. Noah
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didn't answer. He didn't have to. The
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sea plane plowed forward with all the
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grace of a fridge in a bathtub. The
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engine sputtered and growled against the
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strain, barely keeping the nose pointed
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east as waves slapped hard into the
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floats. Spray slammed against the
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windows. Inside the cockpit, tension
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coiled like a wire, ready to snap. Noah
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gripped the throttles, forcing the sea
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plane forward at a crawl, 8 knots at
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best. The boats behind were faster,
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easily doubling their speed, engines
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growling louder with each passing
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second. On the radar and on the horizon,
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the threat grew. two vessels bearing
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straight down without hesitation,
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exploiting the crippled plane's
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inability to maneuver. Sweat beaded on
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Jaimes forehead as he glanced
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between the chase and the crates in the
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hold. Each jolt made the cargo shift
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against its harness, a reminder of what
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might be drawing the pursuers closer. If
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the hunters believed something valuable
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was on board, that belief alone was
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enough to doom them. Jaimes pulse
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hammered as he slammed a hand against
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the console, frustration breaking
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through the silence of the cockpit. The
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Coast Guard was still an hour away, if
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they arrived at all. Noah stared ahead,
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jaw locked, forcing the plane east
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through the waves as the shadow of
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pursuit closed in. The sea plane struck
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a swell and the cabin pitched violently.
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Warning lights flickered on the panel,
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casting red shadows across the cockpit.
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Outside, the pursuers had resolved into
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faces. Men standing upright, pointing,
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shouting through the binoculars. The
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determination in their stance was
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unmistakable. If they boarded, it would
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be over in seconds. Inside, every
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movement became urgent. Hatches were
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slammed shut and locked where possible.
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Doors were blocked and reinforced with
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straps and cargo. Every heavy item they
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could find, a crate, a strap, a metal
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case, was wedged or tied to delay entry.
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Improvised barricades against the
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encroaching threat. Outside, the boats
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rode the swells like predators, bouncing
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high and fast across the waves. Spray
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hissed off their bows, glittering in the
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sunlight, closing distance relentlessly.
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The sea plane lurched forward slowly,
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engines straining. The only defense
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against being overtaken. Time and
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distance were their fragile shields.
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Everything else relied on quick thinking
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and a bit of luck. Jaime reached the
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rear hatch first. It had a manual
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locking bar, but the mechanism wasn't
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built for brood force. He kicked a crate
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into place and yanked down a length of
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cargo net, tying it around both handles
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and cinching it tight. Then he dragged
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the toolbox across and stacked it on
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top, gritting his teeth as the plane
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shuddered beneath him. In the cockpit,
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Noah ran a quick systems check. Not that
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it mattered much. The plane wasn't going
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anywhere, but he needed to know what
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systems he still had. Battery power held
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steady. The radio still carried a
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signal. Noah locks the cockpit door,
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planting a fire extinguisher just inside
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the entrance. A flimsy weapon, but
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better than nothing. In the cabin, Jaime
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wrestled crates into barricades, wedging
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one hard against the starboard door.
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Back in the cockpit, Noah's chest heaved
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as he forced the engines to hold their
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shallow push east. Their rumble was
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drowned beneath the deeper, steadier
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growl of the boats behind. A glance
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through the side window showed one
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closing fast, barely a few hundred
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meters out, Jaime buckled himself in
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again, eyes fixed on the growing shadows
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off the beam. The first boat veered
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left, mirroring the drift. The second
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slowed, angling toward the blocked side
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door. Boarding was no longer a
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possibility. It was about to happen. The
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sea plane shuddered against the waves as
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inside. Every breath turned shallow,
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braced for the collision of men and
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steel. The sound of the boats was loud
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now, no longer distant. The waves
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crashed harder, and voices shouted just
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beyond the thin walls of the sea plane.
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The whole plane shook as the water
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around it boiled with movement.
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Jaimes pulse hammered as he fixed
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on the block side door. The crate wedged
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against it rattled with each swell,
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straps biting tighter into the floor
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mounts. A sharp knock jolted the cabin.
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Jaime pressed himself against the crate
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and peered through the narrow window. A
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shadow shifted just beyond the glass. A
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blurred figure, a hand spreading wide
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and slamming flat against it. The
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gesture carried no words, only pressure
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and intent. Then the real assault began.
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Inside, the air grew thick with the
9:54
sound of stressed steel and the ragged
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rhythm of shallow breaths. The barricade
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still held, but only barely. A heavy
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impact shook the fuselage harder this
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time, rattling the cabin walls. The
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noise stopped abruptly, replaced by
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silence, then the groan of bending
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metal, followed by a sharp crack. The
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lock burst with a metallic snap. The
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cockpit door swung open, and three men
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surged inside, clothes dripping, faces
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obscured by scarves and hoods. One wore
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a smile that never touched his eyes.
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Orders came sharp and fast in a language
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the pilots didn't understand. Ropes were
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looped around their wrists, drawn tight
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until the skin burned. Outside the
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cockpit, two more pirates were already
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working on the cargo.
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Noah strained against the rope, fingers
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twitching. He looked toward the overhead
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panel, trying to think of something,
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anything. But with his hands bound and
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two pirates standing inches away, there
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was nothing he could do. Jaime shifted
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back instinctively and tripped. His foot
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caught under the co-pilot chair and he
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tumbled backward straight onto the
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center console. Noah's elbow struck the
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throttle and his back hit a red switch
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labeled ox emergency. A siren howled
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through the sea plane like a fog horn,
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stunning everyone. The intruders turned
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to the cargo, barking orders, then
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dragged Noah and Jaime onto the rear
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float and into a waiting boat. The plane
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rocked in their wake as the pirates
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scrambled to unload the crates. Bound
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and soaked, the pilot sat helplessly as
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the thieves fumbled in the rising waves
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until horns split the horizon. A white
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cutter, blue stripe sharp against the
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sea, bore down at full speed. Search
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light swept across the chaos. Commands
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thundered in multiple languages. Within
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moments, the pirates were surrounded. A
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smaller Coast Guard vessel flanked them.
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Officers swarming with practiced
11:42
precision. Ropes were cut. The pilots
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were pulled free, steadied, and wrapped
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in blankets. The cargo was salvaged, the
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pirates cuffed. The sea plane drifted in
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the swells, battered but afloat. Under
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the stars, exhaustion settled in. Flight
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100 was over. Far from routine, but
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survived.
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