University of Nandamuri - Great Journey

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The plane was flying normally when it encountered a vortex, causing it to descend slightly.

The pilot's eyes automatically went to the cockpit dials. The fuel gauge was showing 205 gallons of gas remaining, the fuel gauge was showing 205 gallons of fuel remaining.

Desmond leaned forward and tapped the fuel gauge with his fingernail. The dial did not move, and the plane was still flying from "De Suhu" to "Malakal."

The journey is 720 miles, and the fuel that was brought with it is worth 100 miles.

It is.

Normally, there would be enough fuel for this trip.

This trip brought back gold bars weighing over a ton and a half from the African treasure trove.

Therefore, to save weight on the spacecraft, fuel was only carried for a few hundred miles.

Despite carrying such a valuable haul of gold bars, there were only five crew members and eleven passengers on board.

Irish pilot-Desmond,

First Officer - Fraser

Radio Operator-Kendrick,

Flight dispatcher - Sandy Everett.

Chef - Andy Draper,

Only five of them were flight attendants.

Mr. Steel Walker, chairman of the Club Day Mining Company,

Mr. Kat's secretary "

MacLaura ' Hartman,

British Navy Captain "Shan".

The so-called geological consultant is "Dr. Vin Smith . "

"Mr. Finlay" and "Mrs. Finlay", retired from colonial service.

" Mr. Johnson, engineer from Kenya"

"Mrs. Johnson" and her little daughter, Mrs. Johnson.

"Mr. Rockin" and "Mrs. Rockin" are travelers from Arizona.

There were only eleven people on board such a large, luxurious mail plane.

The Carina plane was flying at an altitude of five thousand feet, over the dense savannah of the African continent. * Pilot Desmond, who was piloting the plane, glanced down five thousand feet. . . The area was a typical Desmond Afo sight.

He had been serving as the pilot of the "Katerina," a mail plane between South Africa, England, and New York for two years.

Five feet eleven inches tall - slender, but compact, strong, and agile.

Dark hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile.

He was a quick-witted man, like the Irish. His full name was "Watson Coney", a British "Twelve-Third" class mail plane.

Length 10 feet.

The width is large enough to accommodate eight cars if two buses are placed side by side.

A four-engine aircraft with one thousand horsepower each.

The Imperial Airways flight, flight 109, took off from Sisuhu Airport, Darwin, South Africa.

The journey ahead and the present moment are very different.

So, the co-pilot, "Captain Black" , turned around and...

"You know what that means, right, Fraser?"

' Desmond sighed and asked his assistant, 'Kenneth Fraser.'

The first brother, who was sitting next to the pilot, shifted uncomfortably and sighed.

"What is that, Captain?"

Fraser asked back in a surprised tone. "

“You... you know very well, there is a fuel leak on the plane, right? It must be from the wing fuel tank. I - did you check it like I said?”

The pilot asked angrily, causing the pilot's face to turn red. .

Tall, young, strong, burly, and handsome, Frodeson thought that Farr was more concerned with his hair than with meeting the needs of the passengers.

"I followed the pilot's instructions exactly. The engineers and the crew - they found a small fuel leak. We plugged that hole too."

It's not time to compete with Fraser and try to win. Shouldn't what happened be the pilot's responsibility?

However, it is undeniable that the incident was caused by the negligence of First Officer Fraser. Desmond had handed over the responsibility of landing the plane to Fraser the previous evening when he arrived at Hmong.

Fraser skillfully maneuvered the Carrie into the airport, but as it approached the end of the runway, it hit a driftwood log, damaging the plane's wing.

This damage is not major, just annoying.

Furthermore, collisions with logs are not due to Fraser's lack of skill. They are simply bad luck. Accidents are also natural.

Upon arrival in Mombasa, the pilot, Desmond, was to go to the Imperial Air Force. The pilot therefore inspected the damage and assigned Fraser, along with the engineers, to "supervise repairs."

Desmond thought that the current oil spill was due to his careless handling of his assigned duties.

"I can see that Pharaoh understood and accepted this as well."

Because the Pharaoh had already closed his lips tightly and was silent.

Desmond was mentally calculating the remaining fuel and the distance to go.

"Can you give me a precise estimate of where we are, Kendricks? I want to check how much fuel we need."

The pilot asked Kendrick, the radio operator in the back of the plane.

"Our aircraft is 213 miles south of Malakal and 110 miles southeast of Shambi, the emergency airfield, Captain."

Kendrick, a good-natured radio operator in his 20s, made the necessary calculations and reported back.

Desmond is counting on me.

If the fuel leak remains consistent, as usual, we will be able to fly to Malakal.

Isn't the Catarina, with its four thousand-horsepower engines, consuming two gallons of fuel per minute?

“We’ll wait another half hour for the fuel tank to fill up. If the situation worsens in the meantime, we’ll go to Shambi.”

When Desmond made his decision, radio operator Kendrick burst out laughing.

“The tourists will love it, they will have a great time in a place that is not on the set itinerary and will get to see the scenery of the mud flats.”

"There's no need to worry about the passengers, they'd go crazy if they heard in London that valuable treasures had been washed up in a place like this."

"Fraser was the last one to speak in anger."

Everyone fell silent at his words. The goods that Catarina brought were no ordinary goods. - Gold bars weighing over a ton and a half from the treasures of South Africa.

At the world gold price of thirty-five dollars per ounce, that's over two million dollars.

A journey of over ten thousand miles, about 7 days...

The journey involves flying over rugged, inaccessible, and remote areas. The flight crew is not happy about carrying such valuable items on this journey.

The times when valuable goods are transported are times when the flight crews have to work extra hard.

Guards are posted at every stopover and landing. In addition, cargo holds containing valuables are frequently inspected.

Moreover, even if there is a slight deviation from the specified itinerary, the relevant authorities must be notified and approval must be requested.

If their plane had to make an emergency landing in Sharjah, angry messages from London headquarters would have been flying.

While their plane was in Darwin, they saw gold bars being transported in airline trucks in the early hours of the morning.

Each truck was escorted by two police officers, and a military vehicle was deployed to keep the distance. The number of guards was kept as low as possible so that the people would not notice the gold bars being carried.