Fiction
The line screamed out of the reel as a one hundred pound yellowfin tuna attempted to steal hook, line, and Casey right off the deck of her parent’s fifty foot sailboat, Wind Dancer.
She hauled back on the pole, bending it nearly double. “I am on vacation and plan on going for a dip in the ocean, but NOT right now!”
Casey’s dad, Joel, grasped the fishing pole with both hands. “When you are pulling in a fish that big, you need a partner. It’s all about teamwork. This species fights harder than any other fish. Keep reeling slow and steady.”
Mike’s jaw dropped open in shock. “Dude, that fishing pole is gonna snap right in half.”
Gripping the rail with both hands, Jack gasped in astonishment. “You’ve hooked a beast. Pull! Tug! Yank! Reel!”
“You’ve been hauling in that fish for over forty five minutes. It might take three of us to pull that baby in. Need another set of hands?” asked Casey’s mom, Sarah.
Casey let out a breath and yanked the pole even harder. The reel squealed and clicked loudly. She had a look of concentration on her face as she focused on the biggest catch of her life. She bit down hard on her lip. “No mom, we got it, but he sure is a fighter.”
Deck lights mounted high above them illuminated the crystal clear water.
The fish surfaced and thrashed violently. They could now see it’s entire body, from head to tail.
Joel drew in a sharp breath. “She’s a real beauty. Keep reeling. We don’t want to lose her.”
Casey’s mouth dropped open in surprise. She couldn’t believe her eyes. “Now, that is one big fish!” she screamed in excitement.
Jack was overwhelmed by it’s sheer size. “Whoa. It’s HUGE! Way to go Casey!”
Mike peered over the edge, admiring Casey’s big catch. “AWESOME job, Casey. I am so stoked!”
She glanced over at her two best friends, Mike and Jack, who were grinning from ear to ear.
She smiled back with a triumphant look.
Finally, the battle was won and applause erupted from the boat.
The fish was subdued with a large hook attached to a pole. Casey and her dad hauled a tired, three foot, shimmering fish up over the rail. And then with a thud, a blue metallic tuna with golden stripes and bright yellow fins hit the deck.
A surge of joy and happiness filled her. She never thought she could hook and land a fish that big.
Sarah clapped the hardest. “The only thing bigger than that fish is the smile on your face. I knew my girl could do it.”
Casey stared at the sight. “I’ve caught a monster. I bet that thing weighs more than me.”
Mike watched the angler bounce around on deck. “You snagged a keeper, that’s for sure. It’s even bigger than the ones Jack and I caught.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Phew! It stinks to high heaven. Hey dad, can you do the rest?”
He paused and adjusted his crooked, floppy fishing hat. “I got it from here,” he smiled.
Mike raised his thick, black eyebrows in response. “I’ll help.”
Casey’s mom rushed over with the digital camera to capture the moment. She was giddy as a school girl. “Hey Joel, why don’t you give her your hat and vest for the picture?”
Casey was horrified. “No way mom! I’ll take the picture, but I’m not putting on that goofy hat with all those stupid hooks and pins hanging everywhere.”
“Alright,” she smiled. “I won’t embarrass you in front of your friends.”
“Thanks mom.”
Joel sighed. “I think my little tomboy has grown up.”
“Oh daddy, you just might be right,” she smirked. A thought flashed across her mind. She remembered the shocked look on everyone’s faces the day of Mike’s fifteenth birthday party last month. She traded in her baseball cap for a sleek red bow that matched her outfit perfectly. Gone were the days of sloppy pony tails, she now wore her long, black hair down in soft waves. Her whole appearance had changed from worn-out, ripped jeans and an oversized t-shirt to a some kind of fashion icon who just walked right off the pages of a fashion magazine.
And today, her stylish trend continued. She wore white shorts with a sleeveless, aqua colored, blouse that had been carefully chosen.
“Okay, smile big,” said Sarah. “On the count of three. One…two…three.
Casey’s light blue eyes shone in the moonlight and a brisk, cool breeze blew across her face. She held up her highly-prized, giant yellowfin tuna and flashed her beaming white smile.
Sarah snapped. “I am going to send this to everyone.”
Mike began pouring out a bucket of chum into the sea.
Casey walked over to him and placed a slender hand on his shoulder. “Okay, no more. That’s the third bucket and it’s not even daylight.”
“Your dad put me in charge of the fish chunks. These guys love this stuff.”
Standing at the railing, Casey leaned over. A big school of yellowfin tuna swarmed around the boat.
Mike set the bucket down. He gave her a nudge. “Great job, sport.”
The boat gently rocked underneath her as the sounds of Reggae music filled the early morning air. “Thanks. I think that’s enough action for one day.”
“I think not! The day has only begun and besides, we’re on vacation.” He reached for her hand and lead her to the middle of the deck. His green eyes twinkled. “Take a look around. We’re in Fiji. We’re out on the open sea. We are on a huge sailboat. Life is sweet. Come on, let’s jam to the beat of steel drums.”
She swung her hips and began to snap. A big grin grew across her lips. “I am beginning to feel the rhythm of the Caribbean.”
Mike’s blonde tousled hair danced in the wind. She was drawn to his wild and crazy personality. He had a boyishly handsome face with green eyes. He was tan, toned, and outgoing like most California surfers she knew. Mike wore a white t-shirt that read, I’d rather be surfing, in red and black lettering. He wore red shorts that had white stripes running down the side, almost knee length and loose to the point of bagginess.
Jack was your typical jock with one exception - he was a brain. He wore black shorts with a white t-shirt that had a large basketball emblem on the chest. He had a handsome face with short, black preppy hair and sapphire blue eyes. He was wound up pretty tight. Mike on the other hand, was a loose canyon. She often wondered how could she have two best friends with such different personalities?
“Who turned up the music?” called out Joel. He instinctively glanced over at Mike, who was swinging Casey around to the beat of the island style music.
Mike confirmed his suspicion. “Okay, guilty as charged,” he chuckled. He looked out over the vast ocean, spreading out his hands. “But come on. We are like in the middle of nowhere. It’s not like the neighbors are going to complain.”
“It’s to early and loud music could scare away the fish.”
He yawned and stretched out his arms. “I wouldn’t have been up this early if you didn’t drag us all out of bed. We have been getting up early every morning to tour the islands. I thought by staying the night on the boat we could sleep in. Just once!”
Casey let out a giggle. “I know it’s early dad, but we want to have some fun. Isn’t that what this vacation is supposed to be all about?”
He baited his hook with a green, plastic artificial lure and let a long sigh. “Yea honey, it is. I wanted you to have fun, and that’s why I let you invite your friends. It’s just that I would like a chance at catching a prize-winning fish in the three hundred pound mark.
Jack eyes widened at the thought. “Me too. “If they want to goof off, why don’t they go downstairs and shut the door. This deck is for serious fishers only.”
Casey shot him a smirk. “Trying to score some bonus points with the captain?” Her attention shifted back to her dad. “Dad, we’ve been fishing for a long time. I want to do something else.”
“Long? We’re just getting started.”
Sarah cast out a line. “Joel, this is their vacation too. They are tired of fishing. She’s only fifteen years old. Don’t you remember what it was like to be a teenager?”
Joel pondered. “Alright you two. Dance and have fun. Just please turn the music down a notch.”
“Okay dad,” answered Casey.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, followed by a tremendous crash of thunder. In an instant, the predawn sky was crisscrossed by dazzling streaks of lightening, quickly followed by a growing wind. Then the rain started to pour, and the waves began to grow larger.
The boat swayed from side to side
Joel spun around and yelled above the commotion. “What’s going on? It was supposed to be hot and sunny.” He covered his face from the spray with his hand and added, “Okay, this day trip’s over. I’m taking us back to the island! I want all of you to get inside the boat’s cabin where you’ll be safe. And put on your life vests.”
Casey frowned. Today was supposed to be a relaxing day out on the ocean. She had her heart set on water skiing. And now rain. Just her luck.
Out of nowhere, sandwiches, fruit, sodas, and chunks of ice flew through the air landing by their feet.
Sarah nodded, her lips quivering. Stinging, cold rain pounded her head and shoulders. “Mike, Jack, and Casey. You heard him. Let’s please go into the cabin where it’s safe. Everything will be okay.”
Belying her reassurances, still more waves continued to splash over the sides of the deck.
Mike turned to Casey’s dad, ignoring the rain that soaked his clothes. “You need some help Joel? I can unfurl the sails.”
He met his eyes. “I admire your bravery, but it’s far too dangerous. It’s getting worse every minute. If you fell overboard I could never live with myself.”
The boat shuddered and a huge plume of white spray burst into the air.
Sarah tried to control her rapid breathing. “This is not the time or place to lose control,” she mumbled to herself. She regained her composure and touched Mike’s shoulder. “Come on dear. He’s right. We promised your parents we’d keep you safe.”
“Okay, let’s go,” said Mike.
She bravely charged through the sheets of rain and rumbling thunder. The trio closely followed.
Angry waves exploded against the hull, filling the air with salty spray.
Before they could get inside the cabin, all four stared up in disbelief as an enormous wall of water rose high above them, crested, and came crashing down onto the boat.
Casey, Mike, and Jack struggled to stay on the deck by hanging on to the rail.
Casey felt the powerful water rush over her startled face. She tried to scream and swallowed a lungful of bitter sea water.
Suddenly, she heard her mom frantically cry out her name. “CASEY!” She turned her head and helplessly watched as the wave crashed past her, her eyes were huge and bulging, her mouth gaping, her hands reaching out for help as she was torn from the boat and swallowed by the dark and furious sea.
In a blur, Casey scrambled up, the rain stinging her face. Her eyes flew wide open as her shaking hands gripped the metal railing. Scanning the dark horizon, she let out an ear-piercing scream. “MOM!”
She would never forget the look of terror on her mom’s face as she called out for her.
As she stood trembling, Jack touched her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
She stared straight ahead with a panicked expression on her face. “My mom Jack! It’s my mom!”
The deck beneath his feet rocked back and forth. He shifted his weight to steady himself. “Where is she?”
Between gasping breaths, the words slowly tumbled out of her mouth. She pointed, fearing the worst. “She wasn’t able to hang on!”
A frightened look ran across his features. “She fell overboard?”
She turned and squeezed Jack’s hand tight, digging her fingernails into his palms. “Yes. Do something!”
Jack peered out through the rain into the direction she pointed. He put a hand over his eyes. “I can’t see anything but black.” He let out a frantic scream. “SARAH!”
Mike looked into the ocean waters below. He called out her name over and over. “I don’t see her anywhere.” We have to find Joel and tell him what happened,” he said, shielding his eyes from an other shower of salty spray.
Casey now was sobbing and holding onto both Mike and Jack. Tears flowed down her face.
Jack was wet and shivering. “Mike’s right. We have to find your dad,” he answered, his voice choked with emotion. He gave her arm a hard tug. “Come on. If another wave hits, hang onto anything bolted down.”
He tried to be brave, but he could never fool her. She could see the horror in his eyes.
Casey felt something swirling around her ankles.
Water. Rushing in. And fast.
Tearful and distraught, a loud gasp escaped from her lips.
Floating floor boards, towels, cushions, fishing poles, charts, suntan lotion, books, magazines, and their snorkeling gear were sloshing about the deck.
“We’re sinking. The boat’s going down!” cried Mike.
Jack looked around and panted in frustration. “It’s impossible to even tell where the leak is even coming from,” he gaped, as two feet of water rose quickly over the deck.
“We have to bail out the water, or we are going to sink,” said Mike, between clenched teeth while the rain pelted him without mercy.
Casey’s lips quivered, “We need my dad! Let’s go find him.”
She grabbed their hands and they raced through the fierce wind and rain to the cockpit.
Joel was nowhere in sight.
Casey took a trembling breath. She put her hand over her mouth. “Where is he? Where could he possibly be?”
Mike looked into her frightened face. “Stay here. I’m going to look for him.”
“You have to find him. You just have to.”
Mike wiped the tears from her eyes. “If he’s here I will find him.” He stepped out of the cockpit and stood on deck in the pouring rain. He began his search.
Casey needed to get help. Her dad had taught her what to do in case of an emergency. Her hands shook. She flicked the radio switch on and tuned it to channel sixteen.
Wind and rain pelted the windows. She picked up the black microphone and pressed the talk button. Water dripped off her hair and soaked clothes.
She spoke into it, blinking to focus her eyes. “MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY, this is Wind Dancer, please send the coast guard now!”
A few tense moments passed.
The radio crackled, fuzzy with static, "Vessel in distress, this is Albert Peebles. I am an American yachtsman. What is the nature of your distress?" Kkkkkkk. More static crackled.
“My mom went overboard and I can’t find my dad. We’re taking in water,” came back her panicked response.
A voice on the other end faded in and out. "I will notify the Fiji Navy. What is your location?"
Lighting flashed…thunder crashed.
Casey hung on as the boat rolled back and forth. She watched red and white lawn chairs slide across the deck. “W-w-we are somewhere in the middle of the ocean.” Get it together Casey, she thought. She couldn’t even think.
“Please give me your latitude and longitude coordinates from your navigation chart or global positioning system.”
Casey was petrified. She screamed into the microphone. “I am not sure what to do. My dad is the captain and he might of went - ” She dropped the radio and started to sob, burying her head into Jack’s chest.
“Can you give me a specific landmark?”
Jack picked up the radio and held it tight in his hand. He said in a choked voice, “We are south of the Fiji islands.”
“Which island?”
Jack gasped. “There’s like three hundred of them!”
“The chart,” she pointed. “Read my dad’s chart that’s hanging up. And tell them to hurry. My mom’s out there.”
Jack ran his finger across the waterproof chart and saw that Fiji's main island of Viti Levu was circled in red. Water dripped from his fingertips. “Viti Levu,” he told the coast guard.
Silence.
More silence, followed a burst of static. Jack blinked and waited. Water dripped from his hair and onto his face. “Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?” There was no response.
He tried once more.
Still nothing.
Panic hit Jack as he threw down the radio. “Argghhh. This can’t be happening. The darn thing went dead!”
Casey froze. Did the yachtsman hear what island they were near before the radio died? Rescue couldn’t waste precious time searching around the wrong islands, possibly hundreds at that. Her mom’s life depended on that precious call.
Giant, frothy mountains of water surrounded the Wind Dancer.
Suddenly the electric lights flickered and went out. Darkness.
The music abruptly stopped.
Casey and Jack ducked as another wave crashed over the bow smashing through the large cockpit window, snapping off the boat’s steering wheel.
The wave came rolling down the deck and sent folding chairs, lifejackets, tackle boxes, fishing poles, nets, and everything else in it’s path flying.
Both exchanged wide-eyed glances in a panic.
She heard the thud of feet and looked up.
Mike returned and things looked grim. The sadness in his expression said it all. He slowly gave her the bad news. “I’m sorry, but I can’t find him anywhere.”
Casey’s face went from pale to ghostly white. She fell to her knees, numb with shock and grief. “This can’t be happening.”
Jack came over and held her while she cried in his arms.
“Mike, we got a mayday out,” said Jack, his voice desperate.
He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. “Is help coming soon?”
Jack gulped. “I don’t know. The radio went dead before we could finish the call. They do know we are south of the Fiji islands.”
Mike looked deeply troubled. He shifted his gaze upwards to the sound of snapping canvas. He stared at the white sails that were flapping wildly in the wind. “The waves might have gotten Joel when he unfurled the sails. It’s bad out there Jack.”
Casey cut in. Hysteria filled her voice and tears flooded her eyes. “How can you say that? We didn’t see him go overboard.”
Mike stared at her for a long moment. “Casey, he was swept away. And we will be too. I don’t see how we can stay up here. Maybe we should head downstairs. Just until rescue comes. I was just down there and the water was just above my knees. If stay up here, we are going to get washed away.”
Jack gazed directly into his eyes. “Oh yea. Well wait if this boat sinks and we are stuck down there? Do you want that boat cabin to be your coffin?”
Casey sucked in a sharp gulp of air. Her body tensed with fright and she let Jack go. Get washed away or sink with the boat? “Those are both horrible thoughts.”
The boat began to creak and groan loudly. Suddenly, Casey jumped. “I can’t take another minute of this. I have to find my mom and dad right now!” she wailed, dashing out the cockpit door into the furious storm.
She heard Mike and Jack frantically calling after her.
Another wave tumbled out of the ocean and attempted to carry her overboard. She slipped off the deck and was left hanging over the side of the boat. Desperately gripping the rail, she screamed in stark terror. “Help me!”
A few tense moments passed.
Jack’s rushed over to where Casey was hanging on to the rail. As the boat violently rocked in the sea, he stretched out his arm and yelled out above the roar of the wind. “Take my hand!” His dark blue eyes were wide from fear.
Casey reached up and tightly grasped his hands. “Jack, please, don’t let go of me.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.”
“Casey!” Mike shouted, over booming thunder. He ran his fingers though his wet blond hair, and stammered, “I-I have a great idea.” He reached down and unwrapped a thick, brown rope, that was secured to an iron cleat, and flung it overboard. “Casey, grab the rope. We’ll both pull you up.”
With a frightened squeal, she looked up at the huge, rolling waves. She could hear the panic rise in her voice. “I can’t. I’m afraid to let go of Jack.” She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.
Jack glanced over his shoulder. “Mike, that’s a dumb idea. She’s right here. Help me pull her up. NOW.”
A giant explosion of white water crashed into the side of the vessel.
Jack screamed from the top of his lungs.
“What happened?” Casey cried out, blinking the rain out of her eyes.
He looked down at her and choked. “The whole rig, the sails, everything came smashing down. Mike was knocked into the water.”
He screeched into the wind. “MIKE!”
She let out a loud, shrill shriek.
He disappeared from Jack’s sight and was lost in the darkness. “I-I lost him. I-I can’t see him.”
He took a deep breath. “I’m trying to pull you up but the deck is so slippery and my feet keep sliding. Not to mention, the waves are tossing you back and forth like a rag doll.”
Jack hung onto her until the boat’s upward motion pulled them apart as they rode to the top of a monstrous wave. “Grab the rope!”
Casey clung to the rope and now hung suspended, dangling in the air. This was a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.
Jack slipped across the deck, all the way to the back of the boat, as it tilted upwards at a sharp angle.
They were now teetering on top of a huge wall of water.
Several bolts of lightening danced across the sky and Casey’s eyes drifted downwards at the turbulent, white, foaming water fifty feet far below her. Her heart leapt. She could hear the deafening roar below. It was like standing next to a passing train or jet engine.

Her eyes were bulging in helpless terror and she let out a hysterical scream.
A shiver ran down her spine and tiny goose bumps raced up her arms. It was like riding a roller coaster that climbed slowly to the top of a steep hill and just left you hanging there, while your heart pounded and your body shook.
Gazing through the pouring rain, Casey thought she saw a light in the distance. It wasn’t lightening - it was different. Wearily, she mumbled to herself, “What’s that?”
Then, the same odd light flashed again. And this time it stayed on, like some kind of powerful search light.

Her thoughts raced. They must have gotten the mayday call. Thank God!
Casey listened, but the roaring wind and pouring rain drowned out any sound from a thundering helicopter.
She hung in the air, gripped the rope tighter, and spun around in circles, for what felt like an eternity.
Without warning, the boat tilted forward and their stomachs dropped as they fell through the air, and plummeting all the way down the huge wave, slamming into the troth.
He used all of his might to crawl forward on his hands and knees to where she was. He struggled to his feet and staggered to the railing.
Just above them, another crack of thunder exploded.
More white light.
The single streak of lightening broke into several branches, producing a spectacular light show.
She threw her head back, her eyes wide and frightened. “Jack!”
His eyes fixed fiercely on her. “Casey, I’m here.”
Yet another mountainous wave angrily lifted the boat and slammed it down so hard on the sea that Jack was sent toppling from the deck and down onto Casey who now lost her grip. Both of them fell deep into the stormy sea.
They both tumbled into the raging sea.
Casey was the first to make her way back up the surface. Except for an occasional flash of lightening, it was absolutely dark. She blindly grasped around for something to grab onto, but there was nothing. Then she heard spluttering nearby. “JACK! JACK, is that you?”
“Calm down. I’m right here.” They each swam toward the other’s voice until they came together. “Hold my hand, girl, so we don’t lose each other.”
She swallowed hard. “We gotta get back on the boat,” she said, grasping his hand. “I saw searchlights. Rescue is here.”
“We can’t! We’re being pulled away.”
Then they thought they heard someone faintly calling their names but the voice was barely audible above the sound of the storm. Looking around through the thick blanket of rain, they saw nothing but darkness.
“Casey! Jack! Over here!” Mike called again, this time louder.
Jack squinted through the downpour. A bolt of lightning lit up the dark sky and he saw a someone bobbing up and down, frantically waving their arms. “I see Mike!”
They drifted over to him.
“Mike!” gasped out Jack, spitting out a mouthful of salty water.
Casey thrust her arms forward, giving him a hug.
He hugged her back.
Gasping for breath, they tried not to choke on the salty foam from the wild tumbling waves.
Struggling to keep their heads above water, the lightening revealed something unbelievable - a vertical wall towering up to fifty feet. Maybe one hundred feet. The thundering wave slowly fell forward like a collapsing five story building over their heads.
It sounded just like an explosion.
The wave pushed them down twenty feet below the surface and spun them around violently. In total darkness. The pressure on their ears seemed unbearable.
As a surfer and diver, Mike knew if they went down any deeper the water pressure could rupture their eardrums.
Finally, they stopped spinning, feeling disoriented. Were they upside down or right side up? And now the challenge - figuring out which way is up.
They were underwater for nearly a minute before resurfacing one by one.
They tried to steal quick gulps of air before the next one came holding them prisoner underneath the water.
“It’s like being in a washing machine on spin cycle!” said Mike.
Jack agreed. “Totally. I just did fifty summersaults underwater.”
“That’s because we are in the zone!”
“The zone?”
“It’s a spot where the wave breaks and we can’t escape it’s wrath. In other words, we get POUNDED!”
Casey rubbed the water out of her eyes. “It’s like trying to swim up to the top of Niagara Falls.”
“Don’t fight the wave,” explained Mike. “Just go with the flow until it calms down, then swim up.”
Mike’s eyes popped wide open. He cast them a frantic look. “If falling into the water wasn’t bad enough, we gotta another problem…A BIG PROBLEM! Look behind us,” he pointed, with a shaky finger.
Jack fought for every single breath of air. “How could this possibly get any worse?
He threw a quick glance over his shoulder. He froze. His face was filled with shock. “I had to ask.”
Casey turned.
Flash after flash of lightening illuminated the entire sky and they saw something far much worse - the boat was right behind them heading in the exact same direction.
Casey gulped hard and her eyes focused on impending doom. “The anchor broke free. The boat is going to crash right into us!”
Jack’s heart pounded. Being run over by a runaway boat was a horrifying thought. He let go of Casey’s hand. “WE GOTTA MOVE! NOW!”
They tried to fight the powerful current but it was too strong and they couldn’t swim away. All three of them were sucked into a large, swirling body of water.
Casey glanced down. “It’s no use! No matter how hard we fight, it just won’t let us go!” she said, using every ounce of strength to swim away.
“Were stuck in some kind of whirlpool,” said Jack, in a gasping voice.
Mike’s jaw dropped. “It’s like a tornado in the water and IT’S GONNA SUCK US ALL DOWN!”
Casey felt as if she wanted to collapse in exhaustion but she knew she couldn’t give up. She had to keep fighting through the powerful undertow that was trying to drag them underneath the water.
The sailboat was speeding towards them.
All three childhood friends held hands tightly, as they spun around and around. …faster…and faster…and even faster.
Casey swam hard. She let out a piercing scream. “What are we going to do?” she said over a sudden, loud clap of thunder.
“Swim for you life!” cried Mike with force, trying to break free of the fast spinning, churning water.
Jack struggled to swim out of the boat’s path. “We have to MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!” he yelled out.
Then, vast jaws of swirling foam swallowed them.
Casey, Mike, and Jack felt the tremendous force of the water washing over them, pulling them in, deeper and deeper.
All three spiraled down to the center core of the mighty whirl pool.
Casey was tossed, turned, and rolled beneath the water’s surface.
Opening her eyes underwater, she only saw white bubbles all around her.
Just above them, Casey heard a loud crashing sound.
The fifty foot, custom designed sailboat smashed into pieces in the jagged rocks just above her. The tremendous jolt left her momentarily deaf as she struggled away from the broken slabs of ship that mingled with her.
She wondered if they would have the chance to face nature’s fury and survive? Holding her breath she wondered if they could, or if this was going to be the end for all three of them.
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