On An Island

A Different Group

The passengers also rested. And eat existing supplies to just prop up the stomach. They had difficulty getting closer to the central point of Cresen's whereabouts.

"No idea how many whirlpools we have to pass through. And this whirlpool was stronger than the one before. Looks like we'll have to find another way. Plus, the loss of contact with the other team."

Each group leader on board the aircraft began to think of a way to figure out the state of the other aircraft. Since losing contact, it was difficult for them to determine their next move.

"May all passengers be well. Let's take a break. Then we'll do the next detonation."

"But, Sir! If we don't do it simultaneously, fear that our efforts will be in vain."

"You're right, but silence is also free. We're just gonna waste fuel."

Everyone shut up and ended the discussion. While resting their bodies. Without realizing the other entourage had arrived at the first protective layer.

"Master, this plane can't continue on. There's a whirlwind in front of us!" ask a Pilot.

The most respected man on the plane squinted his eyes. Look at what the pilot said. Then make a movement by hand, so that they continue the journey.

"But sir, the wind vortex ahead is huge and dangerous."

"What kind of thing can't you handle?!"

"Sorry sir, I will try."

The journey continued without changing direction. But they did not make it through the wind. Even some planes that tried to break through the vortex, clashed against each other.

"Wine! Watch out!" shouting people.

The planes that collided with each other caused a huge explosion in the air. The wreckage of the plane that exploded became a new problem for other aircraft.

Soon the plane that survived chose to turn the bow. And there are those who quickly push a few buttons. Make the plane change function. From air vehicles to sea vehicles.

They landed safely breathing in relief. Before realizing that the whirlpool awaits them below. The plane that had become a submarine was thrown into the outer whirlpool. Passengers were hit hard enough and the plane was still circling for a long time, until it could be controlled again.

"Hey, guys! Tell us what to do to get through the vortex!" Yelling The most respected man on the plane who survived asked three special passengers.

The three looked at each other. They did not expect that there was such a thing to deal with. Seeing them still silent, the one who asked grew even more annoyed and told someone to torture them.

"Wait on! I'll talk! I think it's because of a special tool made to deter uninvited guests!" his coral.

"So you're not sure?!"

"Related! I'm sure!" the answer is then with certainty.

The person asked held his breath for a few seconds to hide his nervousness. And refrained from blinking even a little while staring at the questioner.

"All right! Now say! How through!"

"explosion! Yeah, we should blow it up. But it can only be done in the opposite direction simultaneously!" said the man tied to the rope on his hands and feet on the pole.

He intentionally made up that story. The goal is that the remaining aircraft can be scattered. So if lucky, when they managed to save themselves, no one would suspect that the plane was taken away.

The head of the squad checks the monitor and sends the code on the other plane. To make sure that the passengers on the plane are still alive. And luckily those in the vehicle were still alive, and were able to communicate well.

"There are seven planes, sir."

"good. Do as the man says!" said the man in the highest position.

He was the mastermind of the Cresen kidnapping. And believing in the lies of his three mercenaries, they arrived at the sea, where Grandpa Cresen was also. However, Grandpa Cresen's group and the group of Men did not know that they were in the same place.

"Master, Malvado! The aircraft are in their respective positions. And we're ready to launch the explosives!" said the chairman gave aba-aba.

All passengers prepare for the explosion.

One! Two! Three!

The planned explosion also occurred. The plane from Grandpa Cresen's group felt a shock and they finally woke up. The opening of the first shield makes the signal can be sent from one plane to another.

"Sir, the other plane survived and was able to pass through the whirlpool!" said the head of the plane that Grandpa Cresen boarded.

He does not know that some of the signals received are not from his group. But because they use the same type of aircraft, so there is no suspicion.

But as a habit, then still the signal that appears must be checked. Through a short message. It's a special code. But due to something they do not know, the sign of the existence of another plane disappeared. And the message was not sent.

At that time, a woman who had a nightmare was on the beach. Reading spells. Fixing protective coating. This time it was not just a spell. He also sacrificed his blood in the ritual.

He was still standing on the shore until the sun began to shine from the east. Seeing no sign of strange fish in his dream of jumping from the sea to the land, he went back to his hut.

"Darling! What's up! Why does the sea walk from the sea?" ask Panthera Tigris.

"It's nothing. So no need to worry. I'm going to bed first. But it would be nice to start making a fence on the beach."

The shaman leaves just like that leaving Pantheta Tigris still confused. He ran towards the beach. But nothing unusual was seen there. He continued his investigation by surrounding the beach. And found a strange object that he had never seen in his entire life.

"What is this thing?" mumbling wonder.

While walking towards the village he watched the thing closely. But then he threw it away and thought it was nothing.

Return to the village and see his wife who is accompanying Cresen eat. Then tell him what Cenayang said to him. Oryza Sativa frowned. Then stroked Cresen's hair before leaving the boy to his nanny.

"If so. Tell the men to make a fence on the beach. Bring large woods and strong roots as a rope other than rattan."

"All right, I'll do it."

After her husband left Oryza Sativa took his bow and arrows. Calling the King Guardian bird his mount. And circled the island to do the inspection.

"Why are their faces so anxious?" cresen's mind on the sidelines eating it.

He looked towards the sea. And hope there are signs of his grandfather's arrival.

Seriate...