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One hundred million miles away from home they are floating underground roaming the depths of the sea in their dark canopy. 

They are floating in the belly of the whale and are trapped beyond the walls of a grave for three days; they are tangled up beneath the wreckage exchanging daylight for midnight and morning for afternoon, hoping that a miracle will arrive soon.  

Boldness took them underground without an anchor and a crown, neither a hammer or a nail to bust them out of the belly of the whale. Not a cord or a drill to connect to something, they sat naked and bare shaking in the belly of the whale. 

 Everyone appeared skeptical and said that it was a suicide mission and as curiosity mounts, the belly of the whales began to shout sending a message to the external world. 

They were warned about this mission because it lacked communicative directions, there was no command center or mayday sound there was no one above the sea to send a message to thee. There was no departure or waving gallery, just the wide-open sea penetrating thee, you have got to learn how to swim and ride with the wind. 

As far as my eyes could behold my eyes circle the contours of the sea watching the boats tugging along and the sunlight doing a silver dance as various vessels float on the wide blue sea. The sunlight glistens on top of the sea capturing a magnificent imagery it is moments like these that you will never forget you will remember it for all eternity. 

Nature stares me in the face as the cry for help roars in the belly of the whale, the water starts to bubble and the search mission begins.

 The mission planes circle the sky mapping out a path where the plane lies and hope began to ride high in the sky. Big ships start tolling in and everyone starts swimming around the surface looking for a clue. 

Time is running out and the rescue ship that can pull them out will probably not arrive before the oxygen dries out. You can send the divers down to see what is swirling around; you can detect what’s down there and that will be enough to get you somewhere 

I am still trying to figure this thing out,  was it part of a research plan to see if mankind can shout from the depths of the sea when an obstacle is blocking thee? It took some time to figure things out but the genie will tell you what it is all about. 

 The ocean keeps swelling and the whale keeps shifting and life keeps hanging on. Big fish are swimming around looking for a harp and a crown but the killer sharks are waiting at the gate looking for supper to place on the titanic plate. 

There is still silverware underneath the wreckage and some old whisky to share but who can get close to it when the vessel is floating in the ditch. 

 Life is still moving about the little submarine and the French crane is slowly moving in, I hope that it will arrive on time to save the mission that is divine. They are millions of miles away from the shore but their spirit will lead them home and destiny will smile at you.
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