OCEANUS ADVENTURE #25

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 9 continued

Before Alicia could ask another question, the admiral’s radio suddenly squawked, “Neptune… Neptune, this is Pegasus. How do you read, over?”

He lifted it close to his mouth.

“Neptune, here. Pegasus, do you have a sighting?”

“Roger that, Neptune. Heavy patch about 8 miles north-west from your position…”

Sensing that Alicia was going to bother him with more questions, Tess headed her off.

“The admiral is talking to our eyes in the sky,” she explained pointing up in the sky. Alicia and the cameraman searched the sky but clearly could not spot an aircraft.

“I don’t see the helicopter anywhere.”

“It’s a remote controlled drone about the size of an albatross. It’s not so easy to spot.”

“Really? Who’s flying it?”

“Well, we have three pilots. But by the sound of the voice, that would be Major Roque.

Major Jer Roque was having a late coffee. He was up much earlier hoping to join the admiral on Ito’s boat but when he saw the camera crew and that exasperating woman, Alicia Buenaventura boarding, he begged off. Instead, he took over the piloting of a drone.

Oceanus have three of them. Two of them are fixed wings and doubled propped. Both have the wingspans of seven feet. The third is a military-grade octocopter. Each drone was remotely operated in three secluded control rooms within the bow superstructure.

With coffee in hand, he went up to the third deck where the control rooms were located. He walked up to the hatch designated “Pegasus”, one of the fixed winged drones. Jer pursed his lip. He didn’t really like this drone. It still had glitches. He went in and jovially told the usual pilot to go get himself a hefty breakfast. When he climbed into one of the control chairs, the drone was already up in the air, 10 miles out, flying in an expanding circle. Before him were four screens, the largest of which was dead center. Two flanked the center monitor while the fourth was perched just above it.

He spotted Ito’s boat and the two others on the left monitor. By the sizes of the boats on the monitor, he estimated he was three miles away. The autopilot was maintaining an increasing orbit of the boats. This provided the pilot to utilize the drone’s incredible functional camera lenses which Jer was meticulously scanning. Then looking at his center screen, he spotted a distant discoloration. Using the mouse, he dragged a targetting square around the discolorization then clicked enlarge. A seperate window appeared with a zoomed-in view. He adjusted the focus and smiled.

Jer then turned the autopilot off, took hold of the joystick and banked the drone toward the target. Eight minutes later, the drone decreased in altitude and was circling the area.

“Gotcha!” he said to himself.

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #24

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 9 continued

Tess could not help being a little pleased inside as she worked her way up to the bow. Reaching the prow, her face was sprayed with cold salt water as the bow easily sliced through twenty-foot swells. She was reminded on absolutely how much she loved to sail. Then her radio squacked into life.

“Chrystal blue… Chrystal blue, come in, Chrystal blue! How do you read? Over.”

She recognized Robby’s voice. “Rapper, this is Chrystal blue, you’re coming in loud and clear.”

“Hey blue, is that you on the prow doing that ‘Titanic’ scene again?” he snickered.

She glanced back at Oceanus and asked, “Where are you Rob… I mean Rapper, over?”

“Look for my blue strobe.”

Amidst all the other lights of the tall superstructure, a sharp blue light was blinking away about halfway up the tall structure. Tess knew that Robby was radioing her from the observation platform where there were several telescopes mounted on the railing.

“Hi mommy!” shouted a kid’s voice in the radio.

“Guess who’s looking at you right now?”, said Robby.

“What is Larissa doing up so early?”

“She woke up looking for you and didn’t want to go back to bed. How are things out there? …especially with you know who?”

“She’s back there puking away,” she said laughing. He was laughing too.

“I hope she can do her job.”

“Well, that’s why I’m here.” Tess then spots Alicia struggling to make her way up forward. “Oh, she’s coming forward.”

“Okay, enjoy yourself out there. We’ll see you tonight, Rapper out.”

“Chrystal blue, out.” Tess waved her arm back and forth imagining her daughter on her tip toes peeking through the telescope waving back.

“… this boat was actually built by our Badjau captain,” said the admiral to Alicia. Behind her was a cameraman shooting away and a soundman was crouched down holding a boom & microphone. “He actually googled the design of a Malibu Outrigger after seeing some of my old Hawaiian vacation photos and built it in just 2 months.”

“Did the US government fund his building project?”

“Oh, we wanted to, but Ito Ito had it in his mind to build it on his own. So, he took the wood framings of two of his own 30 footer bancas and reframed it into this baby. He had intended that his boat should slice through 30 foot waves like a knife. So, he needed a material that was sleek. Jona… that is, Director Quimby offered him ‘Plasteen’.”

“Plasteen? What is Plasteen?” asked Alicia.

The admiral got down on his knees and slapped the side of the hull. “Plastic skin… produced only in Oceanus.”

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #23

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 9

Tess had been knocking on Alicia’s door for the past 10 minutes. She was not surprised. This was why she got up much earlier than scheduled in anticipation. After another 5 minutes of consisting knocking, she finally can hear movement inside. The door then swung open to reveal Alicia, half-asleep, disheveled and scathingly clad.

“Rise and shine!”

Alicia yawned. “Shine!? It’s still dark outside,” she whined. “Why don’t you wake me in an hour?” She started to walk back into the bedroom.

“Oh, no you don’t, ” Tess jumped to block her way and shoved a thermos mug in her hands. “Here’s some coffee. You get dressed. Your team is already having breakfast down below. And you better dress a little warmly, it’ll be a little chilly out there.”

Half an hour later, with the early morning sun just peeking on the horizon, three Badjau outrigger boats exited Oceanus’ stern gate. As soon as the boats cleared the gateway, electric motors shut down and then colorful sails billowed out. Two of the outriggers were small; about 20 feet in length and were manned by three men. The design of which were that of ‘Paraw bancas’ commonly used in most of Philippine waters except that these boats were built not with wood but with a sleek glossy material. The bigger boat looked much different from it’s two escorts. Where the two smaller ones had single masts with triangular sails and double outrigs, this 55 footer had two masts with squared sails and a single outrig on its port side. And Ito Ito was it’s captain.

“Ito… she is a real beaute!” Tess heard the admiral saying. He was standing or… more or less… swaying at the stern just behind Ito Ito who had the till.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Alicia said as she leaned over the side.

Tess could not help being a little pleased inside as she worked her way up to the bow. Reaching the prow, her face was sprayed with cold salt water as the bow easily sliced through twenty-foot swells. She was reminded on absolutely how much she loved to sail. Then her radio squacked into life.

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #22

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 8 continued

They all sat on a long table, many of whom had fake smiles. Their first service was an appetizer of sauteed mushrooms in oil and garlic after which came the salad. They had no complaints because it was not prepared by Laura Kostas. Just as they were finishing off their salads, Laura and the kitchen staff brought in the main meal.

Now, because Jona was the director, he had the honor to take the first bite. As Laura stood behind him, he looked at the numerous faces waiting; some had sympathetic looks, a few had mischevious smiles. He looked down at his plate of braised chicken breasts thinly sliced on a bed of rice pilaf and a siding of vegetables. It looked good and it does smell wonderful. Bracing himself, he gingerly took a bite. To his surprise, the chicken was quite moist, tender and had just the right tinge of lemon; not too tart. His delight must have shown so much, that he heard a cacophony of silverware digging into their own plates. At the end of the main meal, Laura topped it off with a lemon tart dessert of which everyone gave her high praise.

“I told ya all that my babe can cook as good as any Frenchie chef,” boasted her husband. “Come on Bear. Pay up. $20 please.” He laughed out loud.

“Laura, you did a good job,” Robby said. “Are you sure you want to want to work in the main kitchen? Wouldn’t you prefer to cook here at the residence kitchen?”

“I’d love to cook here, but I think I would prefer to work near Diego,” Laura said. “Besides, I like the challenge of cooking for a hundred people.”

“Well, Jona gave the A-OK. Can you go to the burser’s office and fill out a form?”

“Sure thing.”

“How dinner, sir Admiral?” Merlie asked as the admiral came on board his houseboat.

He still found it amusing how every Bajau Laut adds on a ‘sir’ before his old navy rank. He gave up trying to correct them.

“Surprisingly good, Merlie. Laura really cooked up a fine meal. Merlie, what are you doing here so late?”

“I fix shirt you ripped this morning, sir Admiral,” Merlie said handing him his shirt as well as other clothing that needed repair. “Sir Admiral, Ito Ito want know you join him with boats tomorrow?”

“Oh, yes yes… Tell Ito, I will also be bringing Ms. Buenaventura and a camera crew with us.”

Merlie made a sour face then left the boathouse mumbling about how Ito was not going to like it. The admiral could not help but chuckle as he got a beer and sat on a deck recliner. A few minutes later, there was a knock and Kina stuck her head through the open door.

“Permission to come aboard, Admiral?” she asked.

“Ah Kina, come on in. Help yourself to a beer.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“So, Kina. How’s your investigation?”

“Well, admiral, I pulled out almost 55 fingerprints in the machine room but I fear this will all lead no where. Just way too many people went in and out of that room since the sabotage. As to where the tow rope was burnt by acid, I retrieved a discarded cannister among the tall reeds about ten feet from the H-bit. I suspect that the saboteur hoped to cast it into the sea and missed. I managed to pull out a partial print. I sent it to NCIS HQ Pearl Harbor. I hope they can identify it. Either way, it’ll be a week or so.”

“I spoke to the chief engineer,” the admiral said. “There were seven other breakdowns this past week.”

“I would think that machinery do breakdown from time to time, sir.”

“Yes, but he said that the cause of how these particular breakdowns were unusual. More things for you to look into.”

“Definately, I will. However, sir, I must consider possible motives behind these sabotages to guide this investigation. So far, all the acts point to hindering the proper operations of this facility. Since the launching, every mishap had been focused on sabotaging the propulsion system. Now, that Oceanus is drifting with the ocean’s current and the three engine rooms are tightly secured, I’m thinking that the next target of opportunity will be on the production capability.”

“Kina, I believe you have it right. What’s your next step?”

“I have asked Chief O’hare to help me install a number of hidden cameras around the two processing plants.”

“Just you two? Why don’t you consult with Mr. Ramiscal? He is second in charge, after all.”

“Well, sir, I’m still checking into his background.”

“I see. Well, I’m too old to climb rafters to help you guys out. Oh, how about Jer Roque?”

To be continued…

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #21

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 8

“Tie off the bow hawser, you #%@$ arse,” shouted Diego Kostas from his pilot house to a crewman.

Laura watched her husband expertly dock the Belinda unto its enclosed berth on the leftside of the stern superstructure. She watched him come in from an observation platform one deck above. The Belinda crew of four were jumping here and there securing the tug. Diego emerged from the wheelhouse and he barked out the order to close the berth’s gate.

Laura appreciated the enginuity of these enclosures. There were six of them; half on this side, the other in the portside. Only two were occupied right now; by the Belinda and Mathilda. But she had heard through the grapevine that one of those pens will soon be occupied by a naval boat.

“Hello Babe… we missed you out there,” Diego said climbing the stairs to the platform.

She kissed him. “Oh, I don’t think you missed my cooking, honey.”

“Are you kidding? I will take your food over the slop served for the past week by all four blockheads of our lot.”

“Honey, you always gave me way too much credit. So, are we landlocked on Oceanus for awhile?”

“Well, I won’t be taking Belinda out for sometime.”

“Why?”

“According to Jona, it’ll be about a week before the processing plants can put out eighty tons of recycled plastic. Then, we get to haul it, maybe Guam. Who knows? Anyway, what’s to eat tonight, Babe?”

“I’m cooking for the officers this evening. I got a whole basket of lemons from Bryce. So, I’m preparing Chicken Piccata with rice pilaf and for dessert lemon tarts.”

“Sounds good, Babe.”

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“Well, admiral, GPS puts us about five hundred miles east of Luzon. We should be riding the Kuroshio Current in another week from now when we get closer to Guam,” said Jona. The admiral, Hallbright and him were crossing the lagoon on a skiff.

Hallbright googled the Kuroshio Current on his phone. The Kuroshio, also known as the Black or Japan Current or the Black Stream, is a north-flowing ocean current on the west side of the North Pacific Ocean.

“What had Ito Ito found out there?” asked the admiral.

“He didn’t have to go too far out. His boats pulled in about 400 pounds of trash. Oh, get this, he also pulled in a seventy foot sequoia driftwood. By the look of it, it may have been drifting for years. It probably started out of Oregon, drifting on the California current, then it pushed west on the Equatorial current. Lord knows how many times that trunk circled the Pacific. Ito Ito wanted to build a canoe and furnitures from it, but Robby got a Japanese buyer for stuff like that already.”

“Poor Ito. Was he disappointed?”

“Nope. They’re paying him a substantial salvage fee. He’s already counting the money in his head.”

As the skiff neared the pier, Mae was waiting for them. As they were disembarking, Mae approached them looking a little concerned.

“Hey guys, Laura cooked the dinner tonight!” she said.

All three men paused and then turned around to get back on the boat.

“Hold on! Get back up here,” she scolded. “You guys be nice. Laura worked hard on a difficult recipe.”

“Isn’t there some kind of maritime law against this kind of cruel treatment to our taste buds?” asked Jona.

“At that matter, I’m a visiting dignatory. I should be exempt from any kind of culinary experimentation. Don’t you think?” asked the admiral almost beggingly.

“Knock it off, guys,” she said scoldingly.

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #20

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 7 continued

They crossed the lagoon on a skiff to the starboard ring; to a floating protrusion constructed by the Bajao. The mall, in actuality, were makeshift stalls set up every night by the enterprising Bajao. There were a variety of shops selling from home made crafts to food stuffs.

Kina was munching on a barbecued cuttle fish on a stick as she weaved her way through people enjoying their shopping and haggling. So far, the sea gypsies she met does not seem to have any motives to sabotage this project. She liked them.

“This is my school!” said Bree.

It was a domed structure just like the residences except that it was open. Bree led her in. Where there should have been kids’ desks, a number of long tables were laid out ladened with products. One in particular had several baskets of fresh fruits by Bree’s brother, Bryce. A camera crew was videotaping him as spoke into a microphone.

“Yes, this is the third crop of fruits that I harvested on my aquaponic system,” Bryce said proudly. He picked up a basket of lemons to show it at the camera. “Do you see these lemons? This basket is about 60 pounds. It is about half of what I harvested from a single tree and we have seven trees. With my aquaponic watering system, the growing time from flowering to harvest is about 3-4 months. We’re going to have fresh fruit practically all year round.”

“Cut!” said the cameraman. “Okay, Alicia would want to get some shots of the greenhouse, tomorrow.”

“Sure thing,” Bryce said.

“I’ll take the whole basket,” Bree jokingly said.

“Sorry, sis. Cooky already reserved these for her lemon cakes.”

“Bryce, you know Laura hates it when you call her Cooky.”

“Why do you call her Cooky?” asked Kina.

“Oh yeah, this is Kina, my new roommate.”

“Hello…” said Bryce shaking her hand. “Are you Filipino?”

“Hawaiian.”

“Oh, cool. Aloha…”

“Aloha, back.”

“Bryce calls Laura ‘Cooky’ because she’s not exactly a good cook, but she does try,” Bree said.

“Who is this Laura, exactly?”

“Oh, she’s the wife of the skipper of the Belinda,” Bryce said. “Now ask me what her job is?” He asked mischieviously.

“Okay, what?”

“She’s the cook!”

An hour later, back at her quarters, Kina was studying the dossiers of Diego and Laura Kostas.

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #19

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 7 continued

Five hours later, the chopper was landing on Oceanus.

When the rear hatch opened she was greeted by Director Quimby and Admiral Harris. She including Chief O’hare were led inside the bow superstructure to a conference room.

“Chief, it is good to see you.”

“Thank you for asking for me, admiral,” said O’hare. They shook hands. “Jona, this is Chief O’hare, Navy Seal. He’ll be your head of security.”

“Wow! Navy Seal, cool,” said Jona looking pleased. “Welcome to Oceanus.”

“Thank you, Director.”

“Please, call me Jona. We are quite informal here and…”

“Don’t bother, Jona,” chuckled the admiral. “The Chief here is pure navy. I can’t even get him to call me Senator.”

“Sorry, sir. Once an admiral, always an admiral, sir.”

“Okay, special agent Kilikina ʻAookayeee…” Jona was struggling with her Hawaiian name.

“I think Kina might be a lot easier, don’t you think, Jona?”

Two hours later, after the conference, Kina was guided to the residence island. When she entered her assigned quarters, she found her roommate lounging on a couch with a headset on her head absorbed in her tablet. Her dossier says she is Bree Grover from New Mexico, agriculture specialist & teacher.

Kina wasn’t sure which bedroom was hers, so she came a little bit closer and tapped her on her shoulder. Bree looked up and smiled.

“Oh, hi! I was wondering when you would show up. I’m Bree.”

“Kina. Which room is mine?”

“Well, Kina, you’re through that first door to the right. Your stuff was already delivered.”

“How about direct Satelite connection?”

“We have wi-fi here for direct linkage. Just type in your access code. You were given an access code right?”

Kina nodded.

“So, tell me Kina, what’s your job?”

The admiral cautioned her not to reveal that she’s here as an investigator.

“I’m with security.”

“Really!? Would you teach me to shoot?”

“Sure. For now, though, I better unpack.”

Kina went into her room. She opened her big luggage and pulled out her laptop which she put on her desk. When she turned it on, she had to center her face to the built in webcam which scanned her face. Then a NCIS graphic came on display and a request for a password which she typed it in. When she got in, she opened the folder of Oceanus’ personnel files. On the chopper, she read through about twenty or so dossiers. She just have to review about a hundred to go, not including the twenty or so Bajao families who had no paperwork. She’ll have to get a better sense on the Bajao. She got up and went out into the living room.

“Hey Bree, can you introduce me to some of the Bajao?”

“I’m going to the mall, this evening. You can accompany me and meet a lot of them there.”

“The mall?”

“Well, it’s not like the malls you’re used to. We just call it that. Come on, let’s go.”

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #18

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 7

Her suite was located on deck 5 overlooking the lagoon. There was a slight breeze which felt good after being in Alicia’s smoky room. But then her nostrils were assaulted by another puff of exhaled smoke. Tess eyed Alicia taking another long drag while leaning against the railing with her back to a beautiful view of the lagoon. She so wanted to say something nasty, but from the Bible passages she read this morning, she knew that He upstairs would not be too happy.

“So, you married Robby,” Alicia said with a smile. “You, my best friend, hooking up with my college sweetheart. How could you do this to me?”

“Alicia… you walked away from him for another guy. And I have not seen or even heard from you since you left for the states. Then we heard stories of you going from one guy to aahhh…”

“I was just kidding, Tess,” she laughed out. “I was estatic when I saw you both together at the reception. Let by-gones be by-gone. Besides, I have my eyes on the IYSA awards for this Youtube National Geographic gig.”

“IYSA?”

“Oh yeah, they are the International Youtube Series Awards. There’s a half a million bucks price money that comes with it. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Oh yes. Director Quimby asked me to be your liaison. So, I’m here at your beckon call.”

Alicia smiled with delight. “Mmmm… okay. Tell me what Robby does here?”

Tess was feeling a little tightness in her gutt. Then the chopper flew right over and was making a slow landing at the bow’s heliport.

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Kilikina ʻAukai had been with NCIS for 6 years now. She was recruited straight from the Hawaiian Police Academy and was posted on board two aircraft carriers the last of which was currently berth in Subic Bay. She would have flew off to her next assignment when she received new orders to be reassigned to a special project somewhere in the Pacific. From the ship, she was ordered to take a cab to the Naval Air Station Cubi Point and look for a retired Filipino Air Force Major who will fly her over.

She was surprised to find him standing by a CH-46 Sea Knight helicopter. But instead of the U.S. Navy insignia on the side, a watery blue circle encompassing the Pacific Ocean was in its place. The major casually introduced himself as Jer Roque then introduced her to a U.S. Navy Chief named Chief O’hare. Before she could ask the Chief on what his job was suppose to be, Maj. Roque passed her a sealed packet and told them to board.

Once they were airbourne, Maj. Roque’s, voice came over the PA system saying that they were first stopping at Manila to pick up supplies. They spent the night at an airport hotel of which federal agent ʻAukai went over the report of Senator Harris’ assessment of sabotage. At daylight, they took off again. Five hours later, the chopper was landing on Oceanus.

To be continued…

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #17

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 7

Tess Ramiscal stood before the door for a good 5 minutes. She had been staring at a hand written sign that says ‘Buenaventura Productions, Editing in progress, DO NOT DISTURB!’. She took a big breath then knocked.

The door opened but instead of Alicia, it was a young woman. Tess recalled that she was one of Alicia’s production assistances.

“Is Alicia here?” Tess asked.

“She’s recording in the other room. She can’t be disturbed.”

“Who’s at the door, Linda?” It was Alicia’s voice shouting from the other room.

“Alicia? It’s me, Tess. Can I come in?”

“Tess? Sure, sure! Come on in!”

The suite was a mess. Tess went over to the other door and tapped on it.

“Come in.”

When she opened the door, the room was dark and smoky. She was wondering why the smoke detector was not blaring away and the officer of the day not up here by now. Then she noticed that it was clearly tampered with.

The room was suppose to be the second bedroom of a two bedroom suite. But Alicia had converted it into an editing suite. A work table had replaced the bed and was placed in the middle of the room. On it were a sophisticated desktop computer and two laptops. On the wall were two flat screens TVs. One was showing an aerial of Oceanus. The other was a paused screen of Alicia in an outfit that reminded Tess of a Hollywood starlet.

“Hold on Tess,” said Alicia as she took a puff of her cigarette. “I just have to review this edit one more time.”

She clicked the play and then the graphics of the Pacific Ocean behind Alicia came to life. The heading, Pacific Garbage Patch, slowly materialized next to her.

“According to Wikipedia, the Great Pacific garbage patch, also described as the Pacific trash vortex, is a whirl of marine debris particles in the Pacific Ocean. The collection of plastic and floating trash originated from the Pacific Rim, including countries in Asia, North America, and South America.”

The graphic behind Alicia zoomed in showing the area of the ocean with Hawaii in the middle. On the left and right of Hawaii, were two twirling arrows, one going clockwise the other counter-clockwise.

“The patch is actually two enormous masses of ever-growing garbage. What has been referred to as the ‘Eastern Garbage Patch’ lies between Hawaii and California, while the ‘Western Garbage Patch’ extends eastward from Japan to the Hawaiian Islands. An ocean current about 6,000 miles long, referred to as the Subtropical Convergence Zone, connects these two patches, which extend over an indeterminate area of the widely varying range, depending on the degree of plastic concentration used to define the affected area.”

The graphic behind her then changed into photo of concentrated trash floating on water.

“The vortex is characterized by exceptionally high relative pelagic concentrations of plastic, chemical sludge, wood pulp, and other debris trapped by the currents of the North Pacific Gyre.”

“No no no…” Alicia cried out as she paused the video. She stood up, walked right by Tess and opened the door. “Linda, that garbage pic made me look like I was wading in sludge. Go back in there and find me a better image. We have to upload this in an hour.” She then pulled out another cigarette and strolled out onto her balcony to light up. Tess followed her out.

To be continued…

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.

OCEANUS ADVENTURE #16

A Fictional Series by J Quisumbing

Chapter 6 continued…

Hallbright gave him the thumbs up as he pulled down his mask and placed the snorkel mouthpiece in his mouth. He slid into the water and the first thing he felt was the current under his legs. He went face down but stayed floating on the surface with the snorkel still above the waterline. Then he tilted down his head so that the snorkel was immersed to test his makeshift breathing gadget. He took a breathe and was satisfied that water did not leak into the system. He exhaled and was again gratified that air bubbles expectedly blew out through a valve at side of his mouthpiece. He was about two feet under when he noticed something.

He kicked off to swim backwards to see what was really below the boat ramp. He half expected to see a metal hull but the surface was rough like rock covered with sea grass swaying in the current. He swam closer to find that the crags and cranny surfaces was plastic. How solid it was, he was not sure. He’ll have to ask Dr. Quimby about it. Thinking of which, he better start heading for her lab.

He clicked on the mini props and was jetting through the water about three feet underwater. He could not help but smile because he was gliding through the water like in the latest Aquaman movie. As he approached the small floating island that was still being developed, he saw that the underside was made up of thousands of plastic cubes being held together by what look like cargo netting. By his estimation, the underside went down about ten feet. Then he noticed two achor lines extending downward to what he was not sure. He wanted to dive deeper but first he had to surface to replenish his air cannisters.

As he was about to dive back down, his peripheral picked up a gray blob the quickly swam past him. For a moment, he thought it was a shark. He had dived with sharks before but he still can’t help hearing the Jaws music in his ear. He decided to skip investigating where those anchor lines went and swam under the island to head straight for the lab. He was halfway swimming under it when he was relieveded to encounter not a shark but a curious bottlenose dolphin.

When Hallbright cleared the island, he surfaced and found that the dolphin came near. He noticed that it wore a harness with a patch that had the Oceanus emblem on it.

“Tony Hallbright…,” it was Dr. Quimby calling from the inner ring shore. “I was wondering where you were.”

He started to swim towards her when the dolphin appeared next to him. “I see you already met Flipper.”

“Flipper! You kidding?”

“Nope. I’ll explain later. Meanwhile, go ahead and follow him.” Dr. Quimby blew on her whistle one long high pitch burst and at the same time making a gesture.

Flipper responded by nodding its head then swam to his left. Hallbright followed suit. It didn’t take long until he reached a netted enclosure. Flipper easily jumped it. He on the other hand, swam to a floating platform where a young girl was petting another dolphin.

He quickly climbed out and said, “And who do you belong to, young lady?”

She haughtily eyed him then turned with her chin up saying, “My mother told me never to talk to strangers.”

“Ooooh, I see. That is wise, but you see I’m not a real stranger. I’m a marine biologist just like your mommy. You can call me Uncle Tony.”

“Well, Uncle Tony…” Dr. Quimby said mockingly. She was standing just above him. “Why don’t you stow your gear and join me inside? I want to show you the works before I have to feed the little ones.”

To be continued…

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Note from the author:
Oceanus Adventure is a fun effort on my part to enter the wonderful world of creative writing. It’s a story of a group of people who launched themselves into the Pacific Ocean on an artificial island to solve the Great Pacific garbage patch. My hopes is that this will end up into a TV series.

Comments and idea suggestions will be most welcomed. I hope you enjoy.