224- The King of Owanatu

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adventure. We're on a catch sailing the coral seas, snaking your way through the tricky channel, taught an island of black furls, while on the shore waiting for you to land is the man who has sworn your death, and from whom there is no escape.

And now as escape brings you Robert Talman's story the king of Owanatu The island we were looking for was roughly 15 degrees north by 145 west We sailed around a three-time before we spotted the break in the reef Hacker wrote us in on a tricky swell and snake to the channel before the surf to hit back

All installed ready for business What's eating you, Remington? I don't know. I get a funny feeling about this place. Like what? Coming through that reef, you notice anything special? There was a cinch, like he's in a bar through canal lock, only a little faster, a little rougher.

Too easy. I don't bother you, Scipper. I mean, it's not a natural channel. Then scoop that out of the rock. That makes you think so. You could see where the coral is shed smooth on the sides.

This I want to see for myself. Scipper! Yeah, Scipper, come here! Come here. What's up, Tacken? Break in the reef. The channel just came through. It's not there anymore. It's disappeared. Look. Yeah, it couldn't be. Skipper, it just couldn't.

Couldn't. But it is. Solid wall. Break in the reef is closer. How? You said it was like he's in the barge to a canal locked in you. You mean somebody, they got some kind of an underwater flood gate or something?